She Walked Down the Aisle in a Veil—But Was She the Bride? (3 of 3)

Marcus stepped forward, arms crossed. “Celeste found your texts, Daniel. The ones to Sabine. The hotel receipts. The lies.”

Daniel paled. “That wasn’t serious,” he muttered.

“It was serious enough to break her,” Marcus said. “So she left. But not before planning this.”

The church was dead silent. I stood still, watching my oldest friend unravel in front of everyone he loved.

The imposter removed the veil, revealing himself completely. “Now you know what it’s like to be humiliated in front of everyone who matters.”

And then he left, Marcus trailing quietly behind.

Daniel collapsed into a pew, face in his hands. No one moved to comfort him. Not yet.

Celeste hadn’t just left. She’d made a statement—one no one in that church would ever forget.

And Daniel? He learned the hard way that trust, once broken, doesn’t come back wrapped in white lace and good intentions.