At our wedding, my husband pushed me into a fountain with cold water and burst out laughing: I couldn’t take it and did this… 😢😢

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. The snow-white dress, the flawless makeup, the shining hairstyle, the delicate bouquet in my hands – I felt like the heroine of my own fairy tale. The restaurant hall was filled with applause. My husband and I exchanged rings. The wedding was going perfectly.

In the restaurant courtyard, there was a small fountain. 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.

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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 into the cake together.

Then, out of nowhere, he scooped me up into his arms.

Initially, 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.

Before I could even react, I was plunged into the icy water.

My dress clung to me, my shoes filled with cold water, my hair came undone, and my carefully done makeup ran down my face. The sh0ck of the cold hit me instantly.

The crowd stood in stunned silence—some chuckled awkwardly, others were clearly sh0cked.

And him? He was laughing. Loud, carefree laughter, as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever done.

I didn’t. I felt hurt and humiliated.

I had poured months into preparing for this moment. My dress alone cost nearly half a year’s income. Every detail had been crafted to make this day magical.

And now, I stood dripping wet, makeup ruined, dress ruined, shivering—and deeply embarrassed.

I climbed out of the fountain, trembling. My tears were indistinguishable from the water dripping off my face.

Meanwhile, my husband continued to laugh, joking with his friends, saying something like, “Wasn’t that awesome?”

But I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

And then I did something I don’t regret at all.

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I approached him slowly, looking straight into his cheerful eyes.

— Oh, you find this funny?

And I threw the rest of the wedding cake at him. The guests gasped.

He fell silent.

— 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.