During the wedding, my husband took a huge piece of cake, smeared it all over my face and laughed loudly: I decided to take revenge on him 😢😢
We have been together since childhood. Since school years – inseparable, mutual friends, first love, everything like in the movies. By twenty-five, we already understood that it was time to start a family. The wedding seemed a logical continuation of our story.
I prepared for this day carefully: I chose the best dress, invited a makeup artist, paid for expensive procedures – all for the sake of looking perfect. When our friends and family gathered, it seemed that everything was going as I dreamed.
Until the moment when we approached the wedding cake.
There is a tradition in our city: the bride and groom cut the cake and feed each other a piece. I took a knife, he helped me – and then my husband leaned towards my ear and whispered:
– What if I dunk your face in the cake? It will be fun.
— Don’t even think about it. It’ll ruin everything.
— Okay, — he chuckled, and I decided that the conversation was over.
But a minute later he grabbed a huge piece of cake and smeared it all over my face. Then he started laughing loudly. The guests did too — they laughed, applauded, and filmed it on their phones.
— Well, appreciate the joke! I told you it would be funny! — he happily addressed his friends.
Everyone was laughing except me. I was standing in an expensive dress, with a ruined hairdo and makeup, and I was crying. Everything I had put my soul and effort into was ruined in an instant.
He continued to have fun until I did something he clearly didn’t expect. 😲😢 I’ll tell you what I did, and you tell me if I did the right thing. Continued in the first comment 👇👇
I took a huge piece of cake and smeared it all over his suit, which cost almost five thousand dollars. The groom immediately stopped laughing, but his friends laughed much louder.
“Do you know how much this costs?! This suit is more expensive than your life,” he shouted.
“I know,” I answered calmly. “You don’t find it funny now, do you? What, I was just joking. Unpleasant, huh?
I took off the ring, put it in his hand and walked out of the hall with my head held high. At that moment, I decided: our marriage will not begin with any “joke.” We are getting divorced. That’s it.
