Max was ready to marry Sofia—until he learned the truth. With 72 hours before the wedding, he crafted the ultimate betrayal.

The venue was perfect. Golden light, flawless florals, smiling guests. Everything Sofia had planned. But Max had a plan, too.

Three days earlier, Elena had come to him, trembling. “I saw her, Max. With him. She kissed him first.”

His heart shattered. The photo confirmed it. “What do I do? Cancel the wedding?”

“No way! Teach her a lesson.”

And so, he did.

As the bridesmaids walked down the aisle in black, guests gasped. A funeral procession, not a wedding party. Then Sofia entered, radiant—until she froze. Her eyes darted from one dark dress to another, confusion morphing into fear.

“Max?” she whispered, taking his hands. Ice-cold.

He smiled, void of warmth. “You mean, you don’t know?” He turned to the guests. “This isn’t a wedding. It’s a funeral. For what she killed.”

Silence. Sofia’s face paled. “You told him?” she snapped at her bridesmaids.

Elena stepped forward. “It became our business when we learned who my brother was about to marry.”

Sofia ran, tripping on her gown. Later, she sat on the curb, mascara smudged. “Please, Max. It was always you.”

He met her eyes, then turned away. Inside, he helped himself to the wedding buffet.

She had written her own ending.