On my wedding day, my husband shoved me into a chilly fountain, laughing hystericallyI couldnt take it, so I retaliated
This was supposed to be the happiest day of my lifethe one Id envisioned since I was little. Every detail was flawless: my pristine white gown, perfect hair and makeup, the elegant bouquet in my hands. Everything felt like a dream. After exchanging rings, the venue erupted in cheers. The celebration was going beautifully.
Outside, a small fountain sparkled in the courtyard, its cold water glistening under the summer sun. I admired how picturesque it would look in photos.
Later, as we prepared to cut the cake, guests circled us with cameras. The air buzzed with cheers, music, and laughter. My husband rested his hand over mine as we lifted the knifethen, without warning, he swept me off my feet.
For a second, I thought it was a romantic gesture. But his grip tightened, and before I could react, he hurled me straight into the fountain.
The shock hit harder than the icy water. My gown clung to me, mascara streaked my face, and my styled hair collapsed into soggy strands. The crowd stood stunned; some stifled chuckles, others gasped.
And hehe roared with laughter, doubling over in amusement.
I wasnt laughing. Months of planning, the dress costing half a years wages, the dream of a perfect dayall ruined in seconds. Trembling, I climbed out, tears blending with the water dripping from my chin.
That was hilarious, right? he boasted to his friends.
Id had enough.
Stepping forward, I locked eyes with him. Having fun?
Then I smashed the wedding cake into his face.
Silence.
Now youre as humiliated as I am. Congratsyou showed your true colors early. No more wasted years figuring you out.
Divorce papers are waiting.
