I’ve been to dozens of weddings, but none like Dave’s.
When Shanize walked down the aisle, something felt… staged. Her movements were too stiff, her posture unnatural. I whispered to Dave’s sister, but she told me to stop overreacting.
I couldn’t.
I stepped forward and lifted the bride’s dress—only to find men’s shoes and suit pants.
The room froze as the “bride” removed her wig, revealing Dave’s best friend.
“Shanize knew,” he said, glaring at Dave. “About you and Vanessa.”
Dave’s face went white.
The truth was out: he’d been cheating, and Shanize had planned the perfect payback.
The guests left in shock, and Dave’s perfect wedding became his biggest humiliation.
