During the wedding, my husband pushed me into a fountain of cold water and burst out laughing: I couldn’t stand it, so I did it… 😢😢
It was the day I’d dreamed of since childhood. I’d thought of everything—down to the last napkin on the table. A snow-white dress, dazzling hair, impeccable makeup, a delicate bouquet in my hands—I felt like the heroine of my own fairy tale. My now-husband and I had just exchanged rings, and the restaurant hall filled with applause. The wedding went perfectly.
There was a small fountain in the restaurant courtyard—an interesting design solution. The water in it was clear and cold, rippling gently, adding sophistication to the summery atmosphere. I even thought for a moment that the fountain would make for beautiful photos.
When it was time to cut the wedding cake, all the guests were gathered around us with their phones. You could hear shouts of “Bitter!”, laughter, music. I picked up the knife, my husband placed his hand on mine—and we began to cut the first piece. At that moment, he unexpectedly took me in his arms.
At first, I smiled, thinking he was trying to lift me up romantically. But literally a second later, I realized he wasn’t carrying me to the toasts, not to the dance floor, but… to the fountain.
I didn’t even have time to scream. In the blink of an eye, my dress was sticking to my body, water was pouring over my shoes, my hair was running down my face, my makeup was smudged. The water was icy cold, despite the summer heat. The guests froze. Someone tried to suppress their laughter, someone gasped.
And he… he laughed. Loudly, heartily. He found it funny.
But not me. I was hurt and offended.
I had been preparing for this day for months. The dress cost almost half my six-month salary. Makeup, hair—everything was perfect. I dreamed this day would be remembered as magical. And now I stood in the icy water, wet, confused, and humiliated.
I emerged from the fountain shivering and soaking wet. Tears mingled with droplets of water on my cheeks. My husband was still laughing and saying something to his friends, like, “Well, it turned out great, didn’t it?”
But I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
And then I couldn’t stand it anymore and did something I absolutely don’t regret. I’ll share my story in the first comment, and I hope for your support. 😢😢 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
I slowly walked up to him and looked straight into his cheerful eyes.
— Oh, are you laughing?
And threw the remains of the wedding cake at him. The guests gasped.
He was silent.
“Now that you’ve been humiliated, just like me, we’re even.”
“Thank you for showing your face on the first day. Now I don’t have to waste my life trying to figure out who you really are.
The divorce is tomorrow.”
