Determined to confront the situation, I decided to go through with the wedding, planning to reveal the truth during our vows. As I walked down the aisle, my heart pounded with anger and hurt. When it was time for our vows, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I refused to marry Ryan, pointing to Audrey as the one who had exposed his supposed infidelity.
The church fell silent as Audrey, visibly shaken, handed me her phone once more. Ryan, confused and desperate to clear his name, denied any wrongdoing. But the evidence seemed damning, and I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. I fled the church, leaving Ryan to deal with the aftermath.
For the next two days, I wallowed in heartbreak, blocking Ryan’s attempts to reach me. But he eventually showed up at my parents’ house, flowers and takeout in hand, insisting we talk. What he revealed shattered my already fragile world.
Ryan had confronted Audrey, who nonchalantly admitted that she had orchestrated the entire video. The people in it were her students, paid to stage the affair because Audrey didn’t want us to get married. She believed I wasn’t good enough for her son.
In that moment, I realized that the true betrayal hadn’t come from Ryan, but from the woman who had once claimed me as the daughter she never had. I forgave Ryan immediately, and he forgave me in return—for accusing him of something he never did.