“No, this can’t be happening!” Greg’s joy turned to horror on our wedding night when I revealed the secret I’d been hiding: a temporary tattoo of his ex, Sarah, and the words he said to her the night before our wedding, “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”
The wedding had been flawless, a dream for Greg, but I knew the truth would soon shatter everything. As he unzipped my dress, his excitement vanished, and he collapsed in shock. He begged for forgiveness, but I wasn’t moved. “Sarah made sure I knew everything,” I told him coldly.
Before we could continue, Greg’s parents, Marianne and James, burst into the room. Seeing the tattoo and Greg’s breakdown, Marianne asked if it was true. Unable to speak, Greg’s silence confirmed everything. I revealed his betrayal, leaving Marianne devastated and James furious.
Greg begged for another chance, but I was done. “This marriage is over,” I said, walking out, leaving him to face his ruined world.
Story: Bread
On the morning of their thirtieth wedding anniversary, the woman did what she always did: she baked bread.
Every day, she would bake fresh bread, a tradition they had followed for years. She cut two slices and buttered them. Normally, she would give her husband a slice from the middle and keep the crusty end for herself. But today, she paused.
She thought: “Today, on our 30th anniversary, I want the middle slice for myself. I’ve dreamed of it so often. I’ve been a good wife for 30 years and raised our children well. I’ve given so much to our family!”
Her hand trembled as she broke their 30-year tradition, deciding to keep the middle slice for herself and give her husband the crust.
Her husband took the slice and smiled. “Today, you’ve given me a wonderful gift, dear. For 30 years, I’ve given you the middle because I know you love it the most. I actually prefer the crust, but I wanted you to have the best. Thank you!”
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