On Our Wedding Night, I Took off My Wedding Dress – When My Husband Saw What Was Underneath, He Ran Away in Tears

“No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s anticipation for our wedding night turned to horror when I took off my wedding dress. I’d been keeping the secret of what lay beneath my dress all day, but it was finally time to expose a shocking revelation.

I had a perfect fairytale wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, beaming like he’d just won the lottery. See, Greg thought this was the start of our perfect life together, but I knew the truth.

A bride with a cunning smile | Source: Midjourney

A bride with a cunning smile | Source: Midjourney

That perfect bubble we were living in was about to burst. But not yet, not until I was ready to pop it.

The reception went on like a dream — champagne glasses clinking, laughter echoing across the perfectly manicured lawns, and Greg’s parents playing the role of doting in-laws. After all, their perfect little boy deserved the perfect little day, didn’t he?

And me? I played my part. I smiled at the right moments and laughed when someone told us a joke. I even danced with Greg like everything was just fine.

A couple on their wedding day | Source: Midjourney

A couple on their wedding day | Source: Midjourney

Greg thought he knew me. He thought he had me all figured out, but he was wrong.

As the night wore on, Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, not that he was trying to.

His touches lingered too long, and his smile was too wide. I felt like a performer on stage, playing a part that had been written for me long before I even agreed to put on the dress. But I had my own script.

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A bride | Source: Midjourney

We finally said our goodbyes to the guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments about how beautiful everything had been. Greg’s parents stayed downstairs in the guest rooms, giving us privacy, and Greg couldn’t wait to get me upstairs.

His hand tightened around mine as he led me to the master suite, the same one his parents had graciously let us use for our first night together as husband and wife. How poetic.

He was practically giddy as he closed the door behind us.

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A man closing a door | Source: Midjourney

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the excitement in the air becoming almost tangible. I could see it in his eyes as he came toward me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and full of promise.

I smiled, a small, secret smile that he couldn’t see. “Me too.”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

He carefully unzipped my dress. I stood perfectly still, my heart racing. He was so eager, so confident in what was coming next. He didn’t have a clue.

When the dress finally fell to the floor, I turned around slowly. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw what was underneath. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering, trying to keep his balance.

“No…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

The tattoo of Greg’s ex, Sarah, stretched across my torso, down to my waist. The words he’d said to her the night before our wedding were perfectly inscribed beneath her face: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”

It was temporary, sure. But Greg didn’t know that. It was authentic enough to make his knees buckle beneath him.

“How did you know?” He sobbed, his gaze fixed on the tattoo.

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A man on his knees | Source: Midjourney

“Sarah was only too eager to rub your betrayal in my face,” I spat.

“I didn’t mean it,” he sobbed, his voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

That’s when we heard the footsteps. Marianne and James burst through the door, their faces full of concern.

“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice trembled as her eyes darted between her sobbing son and me. Then, her gaze fell on the tattoo. Her face went white.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“It’s simple,” I replied. “Greg cheated on me.”

Marianne’s gasp filled the room, sharp and full of disbelief. James, Greg’s father, stood frozen in the doorway. He was always the stoic one, the quiet type who let Marianne handle the dramatics. But this? This was something even he couldn’t swallow.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but the tension in his clenched fists, the way his jaw tightened — he didn’t need to say anything. It was all right there in his expression.

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, silence stretched between us. The weight of the truth hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Greg was still on the floor, hands gripping his hair as if that would somehow keep him from falling apart completely.

Marianne’s gaze flicked back to Greg, her lips quivering. “Greg? Is this true?”

She took a shaky step toward him, her voice fragile, like she was begging him to tell her that what she was seeing wasn’t real, that her son couldn’t have done something so unforgivable.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Greg didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His whole body was trembling, his shoulders shaking as sobs wracked his chest.

“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice cracked, breaking under the pressure of her disbelief. “Tell me it’s not true!”

James stepped forward. His face was like stone, but I could see the fury simmering beneath the surface. He towered over Greg, his hands balled into fists, his whole body radiating a barely contained rage.

“Gregory,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is this true?”

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

Still, Greg couldn’t bring himself to respond. His sobs had quieted, but he remained a crumpled mess on the floor, unable to face the reality of what he had done. I decided to step in.

“He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom before he was bound to the same body forever.'”

Marianne let out a strangled sob, collapsing onto the edge of the bed as her world came crashing down around her.

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A woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

James’s face darkened. His nostrils flared as he glared down at his son. Disgust and disappointment warring in his expression.

“You’ve disgraced this family,” he spat, his voice tight with fury. “How dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?”

Greg’s head snapped up, his eyes wild with panic. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I-I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” I echoed, my voice rising with incredulity.

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A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

“You call sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding a mistake?” I stepped closer to him, the rage I’d been holding back finally bubbling to the surface. “No, you made a choice, Greg. A deliberate, calculated choice to betray me. And now you’re paying for it.”

Greg turned his tear-streaked face toward me, his eyes wide with desperation. “Please, Lilith… please, I love you. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’ll do anything! Just please, don’t leave me.”

I laughed then, a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the room.

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A grimacing woman | Source: Midjourney

“Love me? You love me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Greg, you don’t know the first thing about love. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”

He reached for me, his hands trembling, his eyes pleading. “Please… I’m begging you.”

I stepped back, letting him fall short, my eyes hard and unfeeling. “I’m done, Greg. This is over. You destroyed us the moment you decided to crawl back to Sarah.”

His father, James, stepped forward then, his voice a low growl.

A furious man | Source: Midjourney

A furious man | Source: Midjourney

“Get up,” he ordered Greg, his patience finally wearing thin. “Get up and face what you’ve done.”

Greg hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed himself to his feet, his knees still wobbling beneath him. He looked so pathetic, standing there in his wrinkled wedding suit, his face streaked with tears, his whole world crumbling around him.

I turned to Marianne and James, who were still trying to process the fallout. Marianne’s face was red and swollen from crying, while James’s expression was a storm of disappointment and fury.

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A serious woman | Source: Midjourney

“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice steady and calm, the decision final. “You can deal with him now.”

“Lilith, please,” Greg begged one last time, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go.”

But I was already done. I turned away from him, from the mess of our ruined wedding night, and reached for my robe. I slipped it over my shoulders, covering the tattoo, and made my way toward the door.

“Lilith,” Greg called after me, his voice full of desperation. “I’ll change! I’ll make it right!”

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A pleading man | Source: Midjourney

But I didn’t even bother to respond. There was nothing left to say.

As I stepped out of the room, I heard James’s voice, low and furious, booming through the silence. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”

And then, Greg’s pitiful sobs. His cries echoed through the house, but they didn’t touch me. I walked down the stairs, feeling lighter with every step. I was free. Free from him, free from the lies, free from the betrayal.

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A woman on a staircase | Source: Midjourney

The reason why Mick Jagger’s children won’t get a cent of his multimillion dollar fortune

Even though Sir Mick Jagger is one of the most well-known rock stars in the world and has amassed enormous money, he has recently seemed to imply that he will not be transferring his enormous wealth to his offspring.

Since the Rolling Stones’ 1962 London formation, the 80-year-old leader has been a part of the music industry.

The group has since put out 122 singles, 31 studio albums, and 77 music videos. After all of this, the group has sold more than 200 million records worldwide and has been named by Billboard as the second-greatest musician of all time (after The Beatles).

They’ve been together for an incredible 61 years, making them one of the longest-running musical ensembles ever!

Thus, it should come as no surprise that the band members have made a lot of money. Jagger too.

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But as he recently stated in an interview with the Wall Street Journal, that doesn’t imply his kids will automatically become wealthy.

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The father-of-eight informed the publication that, contrary to recent trends among well-known musicians, he currently has no plans to sell the band’s post-1971 catalog. This procedure essentially involves a musician selling the copyright to song recordings, or both, depending on the terms of the agreement.

Performers that have sold the rights to their music, such as Bob Dylan and Katy Perry, have made multimillion dollar deals. Bob Dylan made a whopping $300 million by selling Universal Music his whole discography, and it has been alleged that Dolly Parton wants to follow suit.

In an interview with the Wall Street Journal, Jagger stated that he would not be giving his children any money from The Rolling Stones’ music catalog sale. “The kids can live comfortably without $500 million. Come on, he urged.

However, if a deal is struck, Jagger would rather see the funds donated to a worthy cause. You might make a difference in the world, he said.

The singer of “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” is married to five different women and has eight children total, ages six to fifty-two. Born in 1970 to Jagger and his then-partner Marsha Hunt, the oldest is 52-year-old Karis.

During Jagger’s relationship with Bianca Jagger, to whom he was married from 1971 until 1978, another daughter, 51-year-old Jade, was born.

Actress Jerry Hall, who dated Jagger from 1977 to 1999, was the girlfriend of the musician. Together, the two had four children: Elizabeth, 39, and Georgia May, 31, as well as James, 38, and Gabriel, 25.

Lucas, 24, is Jagger’s eighth child and was born during his relationship with model Luciana Gimenez Morad. Then, in 2016, Jagger’s current partner Melanie Hamrick, a former ballerina and choreographer, gave birth to Deveraux, his youngest child, who is six years old.

Oh my god. That’s a sizable family, so there are plenty of individuals to divide an enormous fortune among!

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