On my wedding day, just as I was about to say my vows, my maid of honor stood up and announced she was expecting my husbandβs child. The entire room of 300 guests gasped. But instead of breaking down, I simply smiled and said, βIβve been waiting for you to finally tell everyone the truth.β Her face went paleβshe had no idea what was coming next.
I was standing at the altar, hand in hand with Colton, the man I loved. The church was filled with sunlight and the scent of roses. Everything was perfect.
Until it wasn’t.
My maid of honor, Karen, my best friend since kindergarten, stood up. “I can’t let this happen,” she announced, her voice ringing out. “Anna, you need to know the truth. I’m pregnant, and Colton is the father.”
The church held its collective breath. Colton went pale as paper. But me? I didn’t crumble. Instead, a cold calm settled over me. I had suspected. I had investigated. And I had prepared.
I smiled. “Oh, Karen,” I said, my voice dangerously sweet. “You poor, delusional little girl.”
Her confident smirk faltered. I reached into my bouquet, pulled out my phone, and connected it to the church’s sound system. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I announced, “before we continue with this fascinating performance, I think you should all hear something.”
Karen’s own voice filled the church, crystal clear and venomous. “God, Colton is such an idiot. He has no idea I’ve been sleeping with his brother and his best man. The pregnancy could be any of theirs, but Colton makes the most money, so…”
The church was dead silent, except for the accelerating click of my grandmother’s rosary beads.
Colton stared at me as if I were a stranger. “You… you planned all this?”
“Not planned, Colton. Insured,” I replied. “Would you like me to play the recording of you telling Karen you wished you’d proposed to her instead? Or should we talk about the $50,000 you took from our joint account to pay her debts?”
Karen dropped to her knees. “Anna, please,I can explain⦔ she sobbed.
βOh, youβll have plenty of time to explain,β I said calmly, my amplified voice reaching every corner of the now-silent church. βTo the police, to the DNA lab, and to my lawyer.β I looked out at the sea of stunned faces, my heart no longer racing, but beating with a slow, cold, and final rhythm. The dream was dead. But my life was just beginning. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI