During the wedding, my husband pushed me into a fountain with cold water and started laughing loudly: I couldn’t resist and did it… 😢😢 It was the day I had dreamed of since childhood. I had thought of everything in advance – down to the last napkin on the table. A snow-white dress, a shining hairstyle, flawless makeup, a delicate bouquet in my hands – I felt like the heroine of my own fairy tale. My now husband and I had just exchanged rings, and the restaurant hall was filled with applause.
The wedding was going perfectly. There was a small fountain in the courtyard of the restaurant – an interesting design solution. The water in it was clear and cold, murmuring quietly, adding sophistication to the summer atmosphere. I even briefly thought that beautiful photos would come out against the backdrop of the fountain.
When it was time to cut the wedding cake, all the guests stood around us with their phones. Shouts of “Bitter!” were heard, laughter, music. I took the knife, my husband put his hand on mine, and we started cutting the first piece. It was at that moment that he suddenly picked me up in his arms. At first I smiled, thinking that he wanted to lift me up romantically.
But literally a second later I realized that he was carrying me not to the toasts, not to the dance floor, but… to the fountain. I didn’t even have time to scream. In an instant, my dress stuck to my body, water flooded my shoes, my hair ran down my face, my makeup smeared.
The water was icy, despite the summer heat. The guests froze. Some tried to hold back their laughter, some gasped. And he… he laughed. Loudly, heartily. He thought it was funny. But I didn’t. I was hurt and offended. I had been preparing for this day for months.
The dress cost almost half my salary for six months. Makeup, hair – everything was brought to perfection. I dreamed that this day would be remembered as magic. And now I stood in the icy water, wet, confused and humiliated. I came out of the fountain, shivering, soaking wet. Tears mixed with drops of water on my cheeks. My husband was still laughing, saying something to his friends, like “well, it turned out great, right?”. But I was in no mood for jokes.
And then I couldn’t stand it and did something that I don’t regret at all. I’m telling my story in the first comment and I hope for your support. 😢😢 Continued in the first comment 👇👇 I approached him, slowly, looking straight into his cheerful eyes. – Oh, you think it’s funny? And I threw the remains of the wedding cake at him.
The guests gasped. He fell silent. – Now that you’re humiliated, as am I, we’re even. – Thanks for showing your face on the first day. Now I don’t have to waste my life trying to figure out who you really are. The divorce will be tomorrow.
