I spent six months planning the perfect wedding, but nothing went as expected. Hours before the ceremony, an anonymous flash drive appeared at my door. What I saw changed everything.

They say a wedding day is the happiest day of a woman’s life. Lies! I had planned this for months, yet chaos reigned. The florist vanished, the cake collapsed, and my nerves frayed. Then, a knock. No one was there, just an envelope. Inside—a flash drive labeled “Watch me.”

Heart pounding, I plugged it in. One file: “Are you sure you want to marry him?”

I pressed play. The screen flickered to life. Ted, my fiancé, and his friends, drunk in a limo. “Tonight, anything goes!” someone shouted. My stomach tightened.

Then, the hotel room. Ted, blindfolded. A woman approached. When she pulled off his blindfold, my breath hitched—his ex-fiancée, Sandy. She kissed him. And he kissed her back.

A knock. I barely registered my mom panicking over the ruined cake. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Later, Ted found me. “Why did you run?” he demanded.

I held up my laptop. “Because of this.”

He paled. “It’s not what you think!”

I hit play. More footage. A hallway. Ted and… Melanie, my best friend. Kissing.

“I love you, Ted,” she whispered.

“As long as Tracy never finds out,” he replied.

Max, Ted’s groomsman, stepped forward. “I gave you the flash drive. You deserved to know.”

I turned to Max. “Can you drive me home?”

As we left, I knew—this disaster was my salvation.