MY SPOUSE ESCAPED CRYING WHEN I SHED MY WEDDING GOWN ON OUR MARITAL EVENING
Thus, my wedding ceremony day alongside Greg was faultless. His parents invested a significant sum to ensure its memorability, and Greg found himself captivated, unable to avert his gaze from me. Throughout the day, he murmured tender words near my ear, evidently anticipating our initial night as a married pair. Upon the conclusion of the celebratory gathering, we proceeded to the residence his parents had allocated for our use. The instant we stepped into the principal bedroom suite, the atmosphere felt thick with anticipation. Greg was radiating joy as he commenced unzipping my bridal attire. However, the moment the garment landed upon the ground, I pivoted to confront him, and his look shifted instantaneously. His features distorted into utter astonishment and dread. “No… no, no, no!” His voice fractured as he dropped onto his knees, his hands shaking uncontrollably. “Good heavens! Who in the world are you? ⬇️He scrambled backwards, eyes wide with a fear I couldn’t comprehend. “What have you done? Where is she?!”
Confused and hurt, I reached out a hand. “Greg, it’s me! It’s Sarah. What are you talking about?”
He recoiled as if burned. “Sarah? My Sarah? She… she wouldn’t… she’d never…” He stuttered, unable to articulate his horror. His gaze was fixed on something, but it wasn’t me, not the me I knew.
Tears welled in my eyes. Was this some bizarre prank? A cruel game gone wrong? “Greg, please, tell me what’s wrong. You’re scaring me.”
He pointed a trembling finger. “The… the… markings! All over your skin! They weren’t there before! What are those… things?!”
I looked down, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation I’d been ignoring all day. Beneath the moonlight streaming through the window, I saw them. Faint, intricate lines, like silver filigree, snaking across my arms, legs, and chest. They glowed softly in the dim light.
I didn’t understand. I’d never seen them before. Panic started to rise in my throat.
“I… I don’t know!” I cried, my voice cracking. “I swear, I don’t know what those are! Greg, please, just look at me! It’s me, I promise!”
He remained frozen, his eyes darting between me and the markings. Then, with a choked sob, he turned and fled the room, slamming the door behind him.
I spent the rest of the night huddled in the corner of the opulent bedroom, shivering despite the warm temperature. I examined the strange patterns on my skin, tracing them with trembling fingers. They were undeniably there, a foreign map etched onto my very being.
The next morning, Greg was gone. His parents were frantic, searching for him everywhere. I tried to explain what had happened, the fear in his eyes, the strange markings, but they dismissed it as shock, post-wedding jitters. They didn’t see what I saw, what Greg saw.
Days turned into weeks. Greg remained missing. The wedding turned into a nightmare. I was left with the unanswered questions, the terrifying markings, and the devastating realization that the man I thought I knew didn’t recognize the woman I had become, or perhaps, the woman I always was, hidden beneath the surface until that very night.
Years later, I finally understood. The markings weren’t new. They were ancient, a part of me I had suppressed my entire life. They were the legacy of a lineage steeped in forgotten magic, a lineage Greg, with his own family secrets, had always feared. He wasn’t afraid of me; he was afraid of what I represented, of the power that had finally awakened within me.
His flight wasn’t an escape from a stranger, but from a truth he couldn’t face, a destiny he couldn’t share. And though the heartbreak lingered, I eventually embraced the woman I was meant to be, the woman the markings revealed. The wedding night had been a tragedy, but it was also a beginning, a journey into the unknown depths of my own self. I finally understood that his running away was the best thing that could have happened, allowing me to find myself.