On my brother Liam’s wedding day, everything seemed perfect. He was his usual playful self, teasing about a surprise during the ceremony. His bride-to-be, Denise, and I had grown close—I was even a bridesmaid. She’d called me her “sister” and involved me in every step of the planning. Meanwhile, Liam had been working quietly on a video he planned to show before the vows.
At the ceremony, just before exchanging vows, Liam paused and rolled out a TV screen. “Our love story,” he announced, remote in hand. The video began sweetly—romantic clips, laughter, their happiest moments. But then, the tone changed. Another clip played: Denise in their home… with another man. The betrayal was undeniable. “I can’t marry Denise,” Liam said, his voice steady. The guests gasped. Denise, stunned, whispered, “It’s not what it looks like.”
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