“Jane, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one…” His voice grew stronger, like he still believed this was fixable.

Then, it was Jane’s turn. She let go of his hands. A sharp inhale swept through the crowd.

“With this dress,” she said, her voice unwavering, “I bury all my hopes and expectations for this wedding and for us—because real love doesn’t betray you just days before the wedding.”

Gasps filled the room.

Jack’s face drained of color. “Jane—wait—”

“I trusted you. I loved you. And then I found out the truth.”

Jack panicked. “It’s not what you think—”

Jane didn’t blink. “It’s exactly what I think.”

Jack dropped to his knees, pleading, but Jane was unmoved. Slowly, she lifted her bouquet and let it fall to the floor at his feet. A final goodbye. Then, she turned and walked away.

I wanted to say something, to take away her pain. But before I could, she reached for my hand. I squeezed it. She squeezed back.

Outside, away from the whispers, she finally spoke. “I found out three days ago. The messages, the late-night calls. The lies.”

Tears stung my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew people would say, ‘It’s just cold feet. He loves you. Don’t throw everything away over one mistake.’ But love shouldn’t betray you. Not like that.”

I pulled her into my arms. “You did the right thing. I’m so proud of you.”

She smiled through the pain. “One day, I’ll wear white. For the right man. The right love.”

And I knew she would.