A Wedding Turned Reckoning
The venue gleamed with golden light, rows of elegant chairs, and tall floral arrangements. The air buzzed with laughter, soft music, and the clink of crystal glasses. It was the perfect wedding, a dream come to life.
Sofia had spent months meticulously planning every detail, from the silk napkins to the personalized favors. It was flawless, but I had my own plan.
Standing at the altar, I felt nothing—no excitement, no nerves, no love. Just emptiness.
Seventy-Two Hours Earlier
I was staring out my apartment window when the news hit. Elena sat across from me, calm but firm. “I saw her, Max. With him.” My world shattered.
Sofia, the woman I was about to marry, had been unfaithful. Elena showed me the proof: a photo of Sofia kissing another man. The betrayal was undeniable.
“Tell me everything,” I whispered.
She explained how she saw them at a coffee shop. Sofia hadn’t been careful—she kissed him publicly.
I was numb. But I wasn’t going to let Sofia get away with it.
The Present
The ceremony began. Bridesmaids in black, not blue. Gasps filled the room. Sofia, glowing in her white gown, froze when she saw them.
When she reached me, I calmly said, “This isn’t a wedding, Sofia. It’s a funeral.”
The truth came out. Sofia’s betrayal was exposed, and as she fled, I turned and walked away. The fairytale was over, and Sofia had written her own ending.
