When Jane reached the arch, I almost fainted.
When the officiant opened his book, Jane lifted a hand to stop him, palm steady.
She took the mic and turned to the guests.
“Before we begin,” she said, her voice ringing clear, “I have something to say.”
A few people shifted in their seats. Dylan looked confused. His lips parted like he was about to ask something, but Jane turned toward the bridesmaids.
“I’d like to ask someone very special to join me. Lily,” she said, “would you come up here, please?”
Lily froze. She was the last in the row, standing with her bouquet clutched tight. For a long second, no one moved. Then, reluctantly, Lily stepped forward.
She looked like she wanted to disappear.
Jane waited until she reached the altar, then took a deep breath.
“I know this isn’t what you expected,” she went on. “But today isn’t about expectations. Today is about the truth.”
“I asked Lily to be in my bridal party because she was supposed to be my friend,” she said. “She helped me pick centerpieces, folded invitations, and listened to me talk about Dylan for hours.”
Lily didn’t look up.
“And yet, for the last six months, while I was planning this wedding… she and my fiancé were sleeping together.”
There was an audible gasp! One woman covered her mouth. Chairs creaked. I stared at Dylan. His face turned ashen.
He started to say something. “Jane, that’s not—,” but she cut him off with a glance.
“I didn’t want to believe it,” she said, “but I have proof.”
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