The wedding had been beautiful—at least on the surface. My daughter, glowing in her white gown, stood beside the man she believed was her soulmate. The guests cheered, the champagne flowed, and happiness filled the air. But beneath that joyous façade, a terrible betrayal was unfolding.

During the reception, I noticed something odd. My daughter’s fiancé and her bridesmaid, Lily, whispered and exchanged glances far too often. Then, to my horror, I saw them sneak off toward the bathrooms together. Suspicion gnawed at me, and against my better judgment, I decided to follow them.

Peeking around the corner, my heart shattered. There they were—kissing, lost in their own world. But what I heard next was worse than anything I could have imagined.

“I can’t wait to leave her, babe,” he murmured.