His father, James, stepped forward then, his voice a low growl.
“Get up,” he ordered Greg, his patience finally wearing thin.
“Get up and face what you’ve done.”
Greg hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed himself to his feet, his knees still wobbling beneath him. He looked so pathetic, standing there in his wrinkled wedding suit, his face streaked with tears, his whole world crumbling around him.
I turned to Marianne and James, who were still trying to process the fallout. Marianne’s face was red and swollen from crying, while James’s expression was a storm of disappointment and fury.
“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice steady and calm, the decision final.
“You can deal with him now.”
“Lilith, please,” Greg begged one last time, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go.”
But I was already done. I turned away from him, from the mess of our ruined wedding night, and reached for my robe.
I slipped it over my shoulders, covering the tattoo, and made my way toward the door.
“Lilith,” Greg called after me, his voice full of desperation. “I’ll change! I’ll make it right!”
But I didn’t even bother to respond.
There was nothing left to say.
As I stepped out of the room, I heard James’s voice, low and furious, booming through the silence. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”
And then, Greg’s pitiful sobs.
His cries echoed through the house, but they didn’t touch me. I walked down the stairs, feeling lighter with every step. I was free.
Free from him, free from the lies, free from the betrayal.
Source: amomama
