“She asked me to do this,” the man—Elliot, Liam’s best man—added with a cold grin. Murmurs surged through the church like waves crashing on a shore. Elliot continued, unbothered.
“Camila knew everything, Liam. About you. About you and Jessica.”
Liam froze.
“Jessica? What…?”
Jessica, one of the bridesmaids, sat two rows back, her face pale, staring at the floor. Her hands clutched the edge of the pew.
“She found the texts, Liam,” Elliot said. “All those late nights with Jessica? The lies?
Camila knew. And instead of walking away quietly, she decided to give you a taste of what betrayal feels like.”
Liam’s face turned ashen. “No… that’s not…”
“She wanted you h.u.miliat3d,” Elliot added.
“She wanted you exposed.”
I felt like I was watching a car crash in slow motion. The church was chaos—gasps, cries, people standing and turning to one another. “You cheated on her?” Claire whispered in disbelief.
“Liam, tell me it’s not true.”
Liam was speechless, caught like a deer in headlights. “It wasn’t… I didn’t mean to…”
Elliot stepped forward. “You didn’t mean to?
You threw away a woman who loved you for a fling. She was going to marry you, Liam.”
Liam stared at me now, eyes wide and desperate. “Nicole… Please…”
I shook my head, the weight of it all crashing into me.
“Liam… what did you do?”
Elliot’s voice cut through once more, final and sharp. “This is your wedding day, Liam. Just not the one you planned.”
Then he turned and walked out—leaving Liam alone at the altar, shattered and betrayed, while the entire room sat in stunned silence.
