I’ve known Dave since we were kids—thirty years of friendship, secrets, and laughter. So when he told me he was finally settling down with Shanize, I was thrilled. She was beautiful, graceful, and seemed perfect for him.
But on their wedding day, something felt off.
As Shanize walked down the aisle, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Her steps were stiff, unnatural—almost like she was gliding. I nudged Dave’s sister, Heather, whispering, “Does she seem… off to you?”
Heather brushed me off. “She’s just nervous.”
But I couldn’t ignore it. Before I knew it, I was stepping forward, lifting the hem of her dress—and my stomach dropped.
Men’s shoes.
The church fell silent as I looked up, realizing the “bride” was actually a man—Dave’s best friend in disguise.
“Where’s Shanize?” Dave demanded, his voice shaking.
The best man smirked. “She’s gone. But she wanted you to know how it feels to be betrayed.”
Then came the bombshell: Dave had been cheating with a bridesmaid.
The wedding was over before it even began.
