Weddings are meant to be joyful, but as I watched Shanize approach the altar, unease settled in my stomach. Something felt off, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. When I finally stepped forward to adjust her gown, what I found froze me in shock.
I’d known Dave for over 30 years. We grew up together, shared secrets, and laughed through awkward teenage years. So, when he told me he was marrying Shanize—a beautiful, graceful woman he’d met only a year ago—I was thrilled. I never thought anyone could make him settle down, but here we were on his wedding day.
The ceremony was flawless—almost too perfect. Shanize looked like she’d stepped straight out of a bridal magazine, her gown gliding along the aisle. But something was amiss.
At first, I brushed it off as nerves. Weddings do that to people, right? But as Shanize took each step, I noticed her walk was unusual. It wasn’t the graceful, confident stride you’d expect from a bride. Her steps were small, almost stumbling.
I leaned over to Dave’s sister, Heather. “Do you see that?” I murmured, barely audible.
Heather frowned. “See what?”
“Shanize,” I said, subtly nodding toward the aisle. “She’s walking oddly. It’s… not normal.”
Heather glanced briefly and shrugged. “You’re overthinking it. She’s just nervous. Let her have her moment.” She smiled reassuringly, but the uneasy feeling persisted.
As she neared the altar, I couldn’t shake the notion that her movements were unnatural, almost as if she were gliding. The whisper behind me confirmed it, sending a chill down my spine. “She’s gliding,” a man muttered. Something wasn’t right.
Ignoring Heather’s protests, I took a step forward, my curiosity overriding decorum. I was drawn to the gown’s hem as if compelled. Before I realized what I was doing, I bent down and lifted it.
Underneath, I found large, polished men’s shoes.
I blinked, unable to process it. Looking up, I met the person’s gaze, now stripped of all illusion. The wig and veil had hidden his face, but up close, the truth was clear. This wasn’t Shanize. It was a man.
The church fell silent as realization dawned on everyone. In utter disbelief, I stood back, catching Dave’s bewildered eyes. His happiness faded into confusion. “Janice…? What’s happening?”
Then the man—the imposter—smirked and, with a flourish, removed the veil and wig, revealing his short, dark hair. “Surprise,” he said, satisfaction in his voice. “You didn’t even notice, did you?”
The church erupted in whispers. Dave looked like a man drowning. “Where’s Shanize?” he demanded, voice cracking. “Where is she?!”
“She’s safe,” the man replied smoothly. “But she wanted you to understand what it’s like to be blindsided.”
Dave’s confusion deepened. “What are you talking about?”
The man’s gaze hardened, his voice a sharp blade. “She found out about you and Vanessa.” He paused, letting the implication sink in. “Yes, your little secret with the bridesmaid. She knew.”
Dave’s face paled, horror dawning. He looked over at Vanessa, whose face was drained of color, her hands trembling in her lap. “No… no, that’s not true,” he stammered.
“Oh, but it is.” The man’s voice was laced with venom. “Shanize wanted everyone to see who you truly are.”
Guests murmured, some rising, others glued to their seats, eyes wide with shock. Vanessa’s gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
Dave stumbled back, reaching toward me in desperation. “Janice, please… this isn’t what it seems!”
I looked at him, heart sinking. “Dave, what have you done?”
Silence fell over the church again as the man’s voice cut through, cold and final. “This is your punishment, Dave. For betraying her.” And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving Dave standing alone—shattered, exposed, and utterly undone.
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