Weddings are supposed to be joyful and full of love. But as I watched Shanize walk down the aisle, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The knot in my stomach tightened with every step she took. Then, when I stepped forward to lift her gown, what I found froze me in shock.
Dave and I had been best friends for over 30 years. We’d grown up together, shared childhood secrets, and gotten into all kinds of mischief during our teenage years. So when he told me he was getting married to Shanize, this beautiful and graceful woman he’d met just a year ago, I couldn’t have been happier for him.
Dave, the guy who swore he’d never settle down, had finally found “the one.” And here we were on his big day.
The ceremony was perfect—almost too perfect. The venue sparkled with soft, golden lights, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. Everyone turned to watch as Shanize entered the church, her long white dress flowing behind her like a dream. She looked like something out of a fairytale.
But something was off.
At first, I thought it was just my nerves. Weddings can be overwhelming, after all. But then I noticed her walk. It wasn’t confident and smooth like a bride on her big day. It was awkward, hesitant, almost like she was struggling to move.
I leaned toward Heather, Dave’s sister, who was sitting beside me.
“Do you see that?” I whispered.
“See what?” she replied, looking confused.
“The way Shanize is walking,” I said, motioning subtly with my head.
Heather frowned and squinted at the aisle. “She’s just nervous,” she said dismissively. “It’s her wedding day, Janice. Give her a break.”
But I couldn’t let it go. Something was definitely wrong. The hem of her dress wasn’t moving naturally, and her steps were so small it was almost like she was gliding.
“Janice, you’re imagining things,” Heather said, clearly annoyed when I whispered again. “Stop overthinking this. It’s Dave’s big day—don’t ruin it.”
I tried to listen to her. I really did. But as Shanize got closer to the altar, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The tension inside me was unbearable.
“Does anyone else see this?” I muttered to myself.
And apparently, someone else did.
“She’s gliding,” I heard someone whisper from a few rows behind me. The words sent a shiver down my spine.
Heather shot me a warning look, but I couldn’t stay still any longer. Before I knew it, I was on my feet, walking toward the bride.
“Janice!” Heather hissed, but I didn’t stop.
The entire church seemed to hold its breath as I approached the bride. My heart pounded as I bent down and lifted the hem of her dress, just a few inches.
What I saw made my blood run cold.
Underneath the gorgeous gown were… men’s shoes. Polished, black, and completely out of place.
For a moment, I froze. Then I crouched lower, my hands trembling, and lifted the dress higher. Beneath the delicate fabric were men’s trousers.
I shot up and stared at the face beneath the veil. My heart sank as realization hit me like a ton of bricks. This wasn’t Shanize.
This was a man.
The church erupted into gasps and whispers as the truth unraveled. The “bride” calmly pulled off the veil and wig, revealing a smug smile.
“Surprise!” he said, his voice loud and mocking.
Dave looked like he’d just been hit by a truck. “What the… Who are you?!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “Where’s Shanize?”
The man—the best man, to be exact—smirked. “She’s not here. She left days ago. But don’t worry, she knew about this. In fact, it was her idea.”
“What?” Dave’s voice was rising, panic and confusion written all over his face.
The best man stepped forward, his tone sharp and deliberate. “She found out, Dave. About you and Vanessa.”
The air in the room shifted. Everyone froze, their eyes darting between Dave, Vanessa, and the man in the dress.
“Vanessa?” Dave whispered, his face pale. “That’s not… I didn’t…”
“Don’t bother denying it,” the best man cut him off. “She found out about the affair. She wanted you to feel humiliated, just like you humiliated her.”
The guests erupted into chaos. Murmurs, gasps, and shocked whispers filled the church. Vanessa, sitting in the front row, buried her face in her hands.
Dave turned to me, his eyes pleading. “Janice, please… Tell them this isn’t true!”
I shook my head, unable to speak. My oldest friend, the guy I thought I knew so well, had destroyed his own happiness.
“This is your punishment, Dave,” the best man said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “For breaking her heart.”
And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving the church in stunned silence.
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