As my brother Liam’s wedding approached, I was excited. Denise, his fiancée, had asked me to be a bridesmaid—not just because I was Liam’s sister, but because she saw me as her own. We were close, and I helped her with much of the wedding planning while Liam seemed distracted. In truth, Liam was busy preparing a surprise—a beautiful video montage of their relationship, which he planned to play just before their vows.
The ceremony was perfect, just as Denise had dreamed. But then, Liam asked the priest to pause. “I have something to show everyone,” he said. The screen lit up with memories—laughs, kisses, vacations, and cozy nights. It was touching. But then Liam stunned us all. He pressed the remote again, and a second video began to play. This one was shocking. It showed Denise, in their home, wearing lingerie—intimately involved with another man.
The same man was sitting in the crowd. Gasps echoed through the venue. Denise turned pale. “Liam, please,” she begged. But he stood firm. “I won’t marry someone who brings another…