On my wedding day, my husband shoved me into a chilly fountain and laughed hystericallyI finally snapped…
This was supposed to be my fairytale. Every detail was plannedthe ivory gown, the flawless makeup, the delicate bouquet in my grip. As we exchanged rings, applause filled the hall. Perfection.
In the courtyard stood a sleek fountain, its cool water glinting under the sun. Id even imagined posing beside it for photos.
During the cake-cutting, guests circled us, phones raised. Cheers of “Bitter!” rang out. Just as we clasped hands over the knife, he swept me up. I grinned, expecting a sweet gestureuntil I realized he was marching me toward the fountain.
No time to react. Freezing water drenched me, glueing my dress to my skin, ruining my hair and makeup. The crowd gasped; a few stifled giggles.
And him? He roared with laughter.
Months of planning, half a years salary on the dressall for this? I stood there, numb and humiliated.
Shivering, I stepped out, tears mixing with fountain water. He kept chuckling, bragging to his friends, “Total success, right?”
Enough. I strode over, locked eyes with his gleeful ones, and hissed, “Having fun?”then smeared the wedding cake across his face.
The room erupted in shock.
“Now youre as embarrassed as I am. Thanks for revealing your true self early. No wasted years figuring it out.”
“Divorce papers are tomorrow.”
