During our wedding, my husband pushed me into a fountain with cold water and started laughing loudly: I couldn’t take it and did this…

During our wedding, my husband pushed me into a fountain with cold water and started laughing loudly: I couldn’t take it and did this…

It was the day I had dreamed of since childhood. I had planned everything down to the last napkin on the table. The snow-white dress, the shining hairstyle, the flawless makeup, the delicate bouquet in my hands – I felt like the heroine of my own fairy tale. My husband and I had just exchanged rings, and the restaurant hall was filled with applause. The wedding was going perfectly.

In the restaurant courtyard, there was a small fountain – an interesting design choice. The water was clear and cold, quietly trickling, adding elegance to the summer atmosphere. I even briefly thought we’d get beautiful photos with the fountain as a background.

When it was time to cut the wedding cake, all the guests gathered around us with their phones. Shouts of “Kiss!”, laughter, and music were heard. I took the knife, my husband placed his hand over mine – and we began cutting the first slice. At that moment, he suddenly lifted me up.

At first, I smiled, thinking he wanted to lift me romantically. But within seconds, I realized he wasn’t carrying me for toasts or to the dance floor, but… to the fountain.

I didn’t even have time to scream. In a moment, my dress stuck to my body, water flooded my shoes, my hair flowed over my face, and my makeup smeared. The water was ice-cold despite the summer heat. The guests froze. Some tried to hold back laughter, others gasped.

And he… he laughed. Loudly, from the heart. He thought it was funny.

I didn’t. I felt hurt and humiliated.

I had prepared for this day for months. The dress cost nearly half a year’s salary. The makeup, the hairstyle – everything was perfect. I dreamed this day would be magical. And now I was standing in icy water, soaked, confused, and humiliated.

I stepped out of the fountain, trembling, soaked to the bone. Tears mixed with water drops on my cheeks. My husband was still laughing, saying something to his friends like, “See, it turned out great, didn’t it?”

But I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

And then I did something I don’t regret at all. I’m sharing my story in the first comment and hope for your support.
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