The bride who Ruined Him

“Am I making a mistake?.” I asked myself as I sat in front of the vanity watching the makeup artist do her magic on her face.

“ma’am are you okay?” The artist asked me as a year drop fell on my face almost ruining the makeup. I didn’t realize I was crying already.

I had walked in on Fred the previous night,in bed together with his secretary doing things that was meant for just the both of us or so I thought….he didn’t even show any remorse after I caught both of them. still i decided to be the forgiving fiancé and act like i didn’t see anything still he never even apologized up till this moment.

And now I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life ….

"I do," I said with a trembling voice as I and Fred exchanged our vows that fateful day.

Everyone clapped and cheered, but Fred’s face stayed like ice. His eyes were cold, his mouth stiff, and not even a single smile graced his lips. Since the morning of our wedding day, he had carried that same strange look, like someone dragged him to the altar by force.

I told myself it was normal. Maybe he was overwhelmed, maybe he was filled with too many emotions to handle. I mean, after all, he was getting married to the love of his life.

Me. Natalie.

But deep down, I could already feel something was wrong.

"Fred, what's the matter, why the cold look on your face?" I asked as we sat at the back of the limousine driving us to the hotel room I had booked. My heart was full of excitement, but Fred’s silence was pressing on my chest like a heavy stone.

He didn’t even glance at me. He didn’t even mumble.

"Fred..." I called again, this time softer, with more compassion. I reached for his arm, hoping he would melt under my touch. But the moment my fingers brushed against his skin, he jerked like someone waking from a nightmare. His eyes darted to my hand resting on him, sharp and cold.

"Fred… what's the matter?" I asked again, my voice small.

"You can talk to me now. I’m your wife, you know." I tried to laugh lightly, but it came out nervous, broken.

Still nothing. Just silence.

"Is anything bothering you? I noticed your cold face at the church, even at the reception… You can share it with me, Fred. We’re married now," I continued, staring at him with pleading eyes, hoping to break through whatever wall he had built around himself.

"If only this woman knew she was the one bothering me right now! Marriage my foot," Fred cursed inside his head, his eyes hard on the glass window. He didn’t say it out loud, but I could feel the weight of his unspoken words choking me.

Finally, he muttered, "I’m fine."

Just two words.

"Oh… Lisa must be crying, missing us by now," I said quickly, trying to lighten the air, talking about our daughter, our sweet eleven-month-old girl. The thought of her usually softened his heart. But Fred didn’t react. Not a smile, not even a blink.

I swallowed my words and sat in silence till we reached the hotel.

The limousine stopped in front of the grand entrance. It was one of the most expensive hotels in town. I had spared no expense because this was supposed to be our perfect night.

Our start as a married couple.

The receptionist and staff rushed out to welcome us. As newlyweds, rose petals were tossed into the air, falling all over us. Guests cheered, and strangers smiled at me, but Fred walked in as if none of it mattered. His steps were heavy, his face unchanged, like a man walking into his own doom.

"It’s still too much for him to handle, I guess," I told myself, forcing my lips to curl into a smile. I was desperate to believe he wasn’t acting unusual, that I wasn’t imagining things.

When we got into our room, it was finally just us. The quiet wrapped around me, and I inhaled the scent of lavender oil filling the air. It was calming, romantic, and soft. Exactly the mood I had wanted for us. I wished Fred would lighten up now. This was our wedding night.

I stepped closer to him, my heart beating fast. I wanted to make this night unforgettable, to ignite something new in us. After all, why not? It was supposed to be magical.

I slipped out of my wedding dress, letting it fall to the floor, and stood in the s*xy lingerie I had bought weeks ago just for tonight. My body was trembling with nervous hope as I walked toward him slowly, swaying my hips the way I thought he liked. Fred sat with his back facing me, stiff as stone.

I climbed onto the bed from behind and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. My lips pressed softly against his back. "Come on, baby… it’s our time now," I whispered into his ear, my voice almost breaking.

But his reaction crushed me.

"Enough of this madness, Natalie! Enough!" Fred thundered, his voice roaring like a storm in the room.

I froze, my lips hanging open. "Madness? What do you mean, Fred?" I asked, my heart dropping into my stomach.

"All of this madness, Natalie! From the church, to the reception, and now here. I can’t even have peace in this sham of a marriage!" Fred spat, his tone dripping with disgust.

Sham. Marriage.

The words pierced into me like knives.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and tight. My heart wanted to believe this was just his stress speaking.

"Fred… like I said earlier, if anything is bothering you, we can talk it out, you know," I said, forcing myself to sound calm, playing the role of the good wife.

"Shut up, Natalie Grayson! Just shut up!" His voice sliced through the air.

He didn’t even call me by his name. Still my maiden name. My chest squeezed tight as I stared at him.

"You know what?" Fred barked and walked to the table where his wallet lay. His movements were sharp, angry.

"Fred… you still address me with my maiden name?" My voice shook. I stood rooted to the spot, watching him, trying to make sense of it all.

He pulled out a folded paper and shoved it into my hands roughly.

"Here, go through this," he said with venom in his eyes. Then, his gaze traveled down my body, and he sneered. "And cover up that bloated disgusting body of yours." His finger pointed directly at me. "Fat pig."

The words hit me harder than a slap.

"Fred! I won’t have you insulting my body in that manner, knowing fully well the huge risk I took giving birth to our daughter, Lisa!" I snapped, my voice breaking as tears burned behind my eyes.

My hands instinctively went to my stomach, the same body that carried his child, the same body he was mocking.

He scoffed, his face twisted with cruelty. "I didn’t force you to have a child for me. Go through the papers already, woman." His tone was final, cold, like he had already walked out of this marriage in his heart.

My hands shook as I slowly unfolded the paper. My eyes moved across the words, and every line I read made my knees weaker.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

The room spun. My breath caught in my throat. My heart thudded so loud I thought it would burst out of my chest.

The paper was not what any new bride should ever be given on her wedding night.

My eyes widened in shock as I read through the paper in my trembling hands. At the very top, in bold black letters, it screamed back at me: DIVORCE LETTER.

My throat closed up. For a second I thought I was hallucinating. I blinked once, twice, but the words were still there, sharp and cruel like a knife pressed against my chest.

"Fred… what is this?" I asked, my voice breaking, my knees already feeling weak as if they would give way any second.

"It is exactly what you see written on it," Fred said flatly, no remorse, no hesitation.

I stared at him, my tears already clouding my vision. "Fred… a divorce letter? On our wedding night? How is that even possible?" I whispered, my voice cracking as tears slipped down my cheeks.

"First of all, cover up that body of yours so I don’t throw up while staring at you," Fred sneered, his eyes scanning me with disgust.

The humiliation stung deep. His words pierced right through me like a spear. My body tha