It was the day I had dreamed of since I was a little girl. I had meticulously planned every detail—right down to the placement of each napkin. My snow-white dress, flawless makeup, shining hairstyle, and delicate bouquet made me feel like the heroine of my own fairy tale. The restaurant hall was filled with applause as my husband and I exchanged rings. Everything seemed perfect.
In the courtyard, a small fountain quietly trickled, adding elegance to the summer evening. I even thought briefly about how beautiful it would look in photos.

When the moment came to cut the wedding cake, our guests gathered eagerly, phones at the ready. Cheers of “Kiss!” mixed with laughter and music. I picked up the knife, my husband placed his hand over mine, and we began slicing the cake together.
Then, out of nowhere, he scooped me into his arms.

At first, I smiled, thinking it was a romantic gesture. But within seconds, I realized he wasn’t taking me to the dance floor or a toast… he was heading straight for the fountain.
Before I could react, I was plunged into the icy water. My dress clung to me, my shoes filled with cold water, my hair fell into my face, and my makeup ran. The shock of the cold hit instantly.
The crowd froze—some chuckled awkwardly, others gasped.
And him? He laughed. Loudly. Carefree. Like it was the funniest thing ever.
I didn’t laugh. I felt hurt, humiliated.
Months of planning, nearly half a year’s income spent on my dress, every detail crafted to make this day magical… and now I stood drenched, makeup ruined, shivering, and embarrassed.

I climbed out of the fountain, trembling. My tears mixed with the water dripping from my face.
Meanwhile, my husband continued laughing, joking with friends. “Wasn’t that awesome?” he said.
But I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
I approached him slowly, locking eyes.
— Oh, you find this funny?
And then I did something I don’t regret at all. I threw the rest of the wedding cake at him.
The guests gasped.
— Now that you’re humiliated like me—we’re even.
— Thank you for showing your true face on the very first day. Now I don’t have to waste my life trying to figure out who you really are.
The divorce will be tomorrow.