I never expected to ruin my best friend’s wedding. But when I noticed the bride walking strangely, I had to know why.
Shanize moved down the aisle like she was forcing every step. Her dress flowed too perfectly, as if hiding something. I tried to ignore it, but my gut screamed that something was wrong.
Finally, I snapped. I stepped forward and lifted her gown—revealing men’s dress shoes.
Gasps filled the church as the “bride” pulled off her veil, revealing Dave’s best friend underneath.
“Where’s Shanize?” Dave choked out.
“She left,” the best man said coldly. “After she found out about you and Vanessa.”
The room erupted. Dave had been cheating with a bridesmaid—and Shanize had orchestrated the ultimate revenge.
The wedding was called off, and Dave stood alone, exposed in front of everyone he loved.
Sometimes, karma wears a wedding dress.
