Weddings are supposed to be joyful, but as Shanize walked down the aisle, something felt off. Her steps were small and awkward, like she was struggling. I leaned toward Heather, Dave’s sister, and whispered, “Do you see that?” Heather brushed it off, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. The dress didn’t flow right. Something was wrong.

As Shanize neared the altar, I couldn’t hold back. My body moved on its own. I stepped forward and lifted her gown slightly—and froze. Underneath were large, polished men’s shoes and suit pants. My heart dropped. I looked up, and it hit me: this wasn’t Shanize. It was a man in a wig and veil. The church went silent.

Dave stared in confusion as the imposter revealed himself—his best man. With a smirk, he declared, “She’s gone, Dave. She asked me to do this.” Murmurs spread like wildfire. The best man explained Shanize had found out about Dave’s affair with bridesmaid Vanessa—and this, this public humiliation, was her revenge.

Dave broke down, stammering, pleading, but the damage was done. Guests recoiled. Vanessa couldn’t lift her eyes. The best man’s final words echoed through the church: “This is your punishment, Dave. For what you did to her.” Then he walked away, leaving Dave shattered at the altar.