My Groom Cheated With His Ex Before Our Wedding

The night before the wedding, I found out that Alex and his ex-girlfriend were more than just old friends—they were friends with benefits. They stayed connected whenever they wanted, no matter the distance, always finding time to meet. His friend Davis challenged him, "What are you really thinking? You're about to marry Eleanor, yet you're tangled up with Morgan. If you weren't ready to let go, why did you break up in the first place?"

Alex lit a cigarette, his voice gravelly and tired. "With her, it's nothing but the physical connection; we don't click otherwise. But with Eleanor, it's completely different. Sigh."

"Don't worry," he assured Davis, "I've got it under control. We keep it strictly platonic—no emotions, no sleepovers. It won't affect my marriage to Eleanor."

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With two days left before the wedding, I found myself running around like crazy, picking up packages. I'd made five trips just today. Unable to help myself, I sighed and said, "I'm exhausted."

"Thanks for the hard work, honey," Alex chuckled, coming over to massage my shoulders. "Did you grab my package too?"

"Of course I did." I sorted through the pile of deliveries and handed him a large box. "Here, this one."

He didn't take it; instead, he looked at me with a strange expression. My curiosity got the best of me. "What did you buy?"

Alex rarely shopped online; this was unusual for him. His mischievous smile lingered, "Open it and see."

I hesitated, then carefully opened the box. Inside was a set of cat-themed attire—fake ears and a tail, plus a remote control. Embarrassed, I quickly dropped it. "Why did you buy this?"

He moved closer, wrapping his arms around me and whispered seductively in my ear, "It's just for our wedding night."

I froze, my mind blank. He leaned in to kiss me, "Please?"

"Please, darling."

It took me a while to find my voice again. "No, I don't want to."

Seeing my firm refusal, Alex let go, slightly displeased. I met his gaze with the same look. We stood there, locked in silent confrontation for a while. He was the first to concede. "Forget it, let's eat."

At dinner, he prepared a new dish: pork meatballs with a spiced honey glaze. He had a knack for experimenting with food, often serving his creations like treasures for me to taste, eagerly awaiting my praise.

I thought for a moment before I spoke up, "It's delicious, sweet and flavorful."

He barely reacted, just let out a muted "Oh."

Neither of us said another word. When we first met, our relationship blossomed over the meals we shared. But this was the first time we’d eaten in such silence.

After seven years together, everyone saw us as the perfect couple. We always got along well, never arguing or showing anger. Except for that one time, similar to today's discord.

It was our first time together, and he suddenly called me a horrible name. I couldn't accept it and got upset