Her fingers twisted the fabric of her dress. “But nothing went according to the plan. The courier couldn’t find you… you’d already left for the wedding venue in the same hotel.
I saw him at the reception and asked him if the bride had received any parcel. He said he’d put the package with the other wedding gifts. Can you believe that?
“I was furious,” Leah continued. “First, the courier failed to give you the photos before the wedding. Second, I needed you to see these images immediately.
I wanted to save you from what I thought was a lifetime of betrayal.”
Her voice grew stronger and more confident. “But then, at the wedding, everything changed when I met this couple. The woman?
She was the same one from those pictures. Happily married for 20 years. Turned out, Alan and she were just colleagues from a company retreat.
There was nothing going on between them.”
“I spoke to the woman and she showed me more photos,” Leah continued. “Of team-building exercises. Professional networking.
Completely innocent moments that I’d twisted in my mind and jumped to conclusions about your husband.”
Alan stepped forward. “Oh my God… how could you… I’d never—”
The room held its breath. “But why would you do this? Why bring these photos to my wedding?
Of all days?” I asked Leah. Her response was immediate. “Because I wanted to expose Alan in front of everyone.
Because I thought I was doing the right thing. Sometimes, love makes us do the most destructive things, thinking we’re being helpful.”
The truth hung in the air… complicated, messy, and very much human. Alan turned to Leah, his controlled fury a razor-sharp blade cutting through the wedding’s festive atmosphere.
“You had no right to do this. No right to drag my reputation through the mud. No right to destroy my wedding day with your misguided crusade.”
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