On Our Wedding Night, Just As He Slipped Off His Hot Bride’s Dress, the Groom Was Horrified and Fled the Room/th

My husband dragged me up to the bedroom early that night, full of eagerness and impatience. But what happened next wasn’t the romantic or passionate scene he had imagined. The moment he slipped down the strap of my nightgown and looked at my stomach, his face turned pale. He let out a horrified scream and immediately shoved the door open and bolted out of the room.

In this life, there are always consequences and fitting retribution. Those who cause deep pain and suffering to others—do they really think they can just walk away and wipe their hands clean? The answer is no.

My husband and I had only been dating for five months before getting married. The reason our relationship progressed so quickly was because he was overly eager to sleep with me. Faced with a beautiful, sexy girlfriend who firmly refused to let him touch her until the wedding night, what man wouldn’t be anxious and impatient? That’s why, after just five months of dating, he proposed.

After accepting his proposal, I asked my father to use his connections to get him a dream job. He was ecstatic, thanking me profusely and showing immense respect and admiration for my father. While my husband’s family wasn’t exactly poor, they were still far behind mine in terms of wealth and status.

And then, that long-awaited wedding night finally came. My husband dragged me upstairs early, full of haste and excitement. But what happened afterward was nothing like the beautiful, passionate scene he had imagined. The moment he slipped the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder and looked down at my stomach, his face turned ghostly pale. He let out a horrified scream, then shoved the door open and ran straight out of the room.

Left alone in the bridal suite, I burst into a satisfied, triumphant laugh. So, he did remember me after all. I guess I wasn’t so easily forgotten.

To understand this, you need to know about what happened between us five years ago. Back then, I was just an innocent final-year college student—naive and completely unaware of how deceitful and cruel people could be. I fell hopelessly in love with him and gave him everything I had, including my body. Our relationship started quickly and ended just as fast. After only four months, once he’d had his fill of fun, he coldly broke things off.

Not long after that, I found out I was pregnant. I felt like I had fallen into an endless pit of despair after being abandoned by the man I loved. I went to see him, got down on my knees, and begged him not to leave me and our unborn child. But all I received in return were cold, ruthless words:
“Look at yourself in the mirror. Ugly, plain, and pathetic—how could someone like you ever be worthy of me?”
I tried to grab his arm and stop him from leaving, but he kicked me in the stomach, and I collapsed on the ground. Because of that violent kick, I lost the baby.

Consumed with hatred for that man, I vowed to transform myself. After graduation, I underwent cosmetic surgery to completely change my appearance. I used to believe that anyone who truly loved me would see past my looks. But I was wrong. Men only love with their eyes—they’re only drawn to women who are beautiful and seductive.

I should also mention that my family is actually very wealthy. But I’ve always been simple and reserved, so no one ever knew about my background. During our short-lived relationship, he had no idea about my family’s true status. He just thought I was a timid, plain country girl—someone perfect for a brief fling and nothing more.

After my dramatic transformation in appearance, I started working and building a career for myself. Once I secured a stable job with a high salary, I set out to get close to that man. Faced with a woman who was not only beautiful and alluring but also talented and came from an influential family, what man wouldn’t fall head over heels? It was easy for me to capture his heart, and within just five months, I became his wife.

There’s a very distinctive birthmark on my stomach. Back in the past, every time we were intimate, he would express disgust toward that mark. Perhaps that’s why it left such a deep impression on him. The birthmark is very unusual—so unique that it would be almost impossible to mistake it for someone else’s. That’s why, on our wedding night, when he saw it again, he must have begun to piece things together. Incredible, isn’t it? That the same plain, ugly girl he once insulted and trampled on had now become the beautiful, accomplished, and wealthy woman he was so desperate to marry.

The next morning, I told him the whole truth.

He broke down, begged for forgiveness, and pleaded with me to give him a chance to make up for his past mistakes. Of course, I agreed—that was precisely why I had married him in the first place. He didn’t dare file for divorce either, knowing that his current job was thanks to my father’s connections—and no doubt, he still hoped to benefit from marrying into my family.

But love him? Never! I don’t have even a shred of love left for that man. I haven’t even finished hating him. The pain and scars he left me with—I will carry them for the rest of my life. I married him only to take revenge. The wedding was just the beginning. Soon, he’ll start receiving the real gifts he deserves for the sins he once committed…