Selena’s wedding shimmered with perfection until she noticed her pregnant sister-in-law, Leah, slipping a gift beneath her dress. The ballroom buzzed with celebration—white fairy lights cascading over smiling faces. Selena’s hand was warm in Alan’s as their first dance ended, the crowd applauding. Everything felt perfect.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered, brushing past the gift table. Leah trembled near the presents, her pregnancy bump oddly rigid. Selena’s concern deepened. “Leah, are you okay?” she asked softly. Leah’s nervous eyes darted around, and a strange, mechanical hardness under her dress betrayed her anxiety.

Suddenly, a wrapped box fell to the floor. “What the hell is this?” Selena gasped. The room hushed as she opened it. Inside were photographs of Alan with another woman—intimate, compromising, and terrifyingly clear. Guests whispered, and Selena’s chest tightened as betrayal washed over her.

Alan appeared, shocked. “Selena, it’s not what you think,” he stammered. Leah sobbed, confessing her misguided attempt to “protect” Selena. She had hired a private investigator, misinterpreted innocent photos, and delivered the package to the wedding to expose Alan.

The truth unraveled. The woman in the photos was married, and Alan’s actions were innocent. The chaos of suspicion melted into relief. Alan’s voice cut through the tension. “You had no right to do this, Leah. But Selena, do you trust me?”

Selena’s tears fell freely. “I’m so sorry, Alan. I should have trusted you.” He held her close, smiling. “Love isn’t about perfection. It’s about choosing each other every day.” Music resumed, and their celebration continued. Trust, once shaken, now stood stronger than ever.