Weddings are meant to be joyful, but as I watched Shanize walk down the aisle, an uneasy feeling twisted in my stomach. Something was wrong. When I stepped forward to lift her gown, the truth left me frozen.
I had known Dave for over thirty years, so when he told me he was marrying Shanize, I was thrilled. The ceremony seemed perfect—until I noticed Shanize’s strange, almost stumbling walk. Something about her gown moved unnaturally.
I leaned to Dave’s sister, Heather, but she dismissed my concerns. Then, I heard a voice behind me: “She’s gliding.” I realized she wasn’t walking—she was floating.
I couldn’t hold back. I stepped forward and lifted her gown, revealing men’s shoes. Under the veil was not Shanize, but Dave’s best man, smirking at the stunned crowd.
“Surprise,” he said. “You didn’t notice, did you?”
Dave staggered back, bewildered. “Where’s Shanize?”
The best man revealed that Shanize had left days ago. “She knew. She planned this,” he said.
Then came the bombshell: “She found out about you and Vanessa.”
The church fell silent as the truth hit Dave. The best man’s voice was cold: “You betrayed her. This is your punishment.”
Chaos erupted. Dave begged me to believe him, but I only asked, “What have you done?”
The best man walked out, leaving Dave shattered and exposed.