On my wedding day, my husband shoved me into an icy fountain, laughing hystericallyI snapped and acted…
This was supposed to be my fairy-tale moment. Every detail was flawlessthe pristine white gown, radiant hair, perfect makeup, a delicate bouquet. After exchanging rings, applause filled the restaurant. Everything went smoothly.
The courtyard featured an elegant fountain, its cool water shimmering under the summer sun. I even considered it a picturesque backdrop for photos.
As we prepared to cut the cake, guests circled us, phones raised. Cheers of “Bitter!” and laughter filled the air. My husband placed his hand over mine on the knifethen suddenly swept me off my feet.
At first, I smiled, assuming a romantic gesture. But within seconds, I realized his destination: the fountain.
No time to react. My dress clung to me, water drenched my shoes, makeup streaked. The chill was shocking despite the heat. Guests stood stunnedsome stifling giggles, others gasping.
He roared with laughter, amused by his prank.
I wasnt.
Months of planning, a dress costing half a years salary, every detail perfectall ruined. I stood there, soaked and humiliated.
Trembling, I stepped out, tears blending with water on my face. He kept laughing, bragging to friends, “Totally worth it, right?”
Id had enough.
Walking up, I met his gleeful gaze.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Then I smashed the wedding cake into his face. Gasps erupted.
Silence.
“Now youre humiliated too. Were even.”
“Thanks for revealing your true self early. Saves me years of regret.”
“Divorce papers are tomorrow.”
