As my brother’s wedding approached, excitement filled the air. Liam, a notorious prankster, hinted at a major surprise. His fiancée, Denise, asked me to be a bridesmaid, saying, “You’re not just Liam’s sister, but mine too.”

On the wedding day, Liam teased about his surprise, a video showcasing their love story. The ceremony was perfect until Liam stopped the vows. “I have something to show you all,” he announced, playing the video. It began with sweet memories but ended shockingly, revealing Denise in a compromising situation with another man.

The room fell silent. Denise turned pale, murmuring, “This can’t be happening.” Liam declared, “I won’t be marrying Denise today.” The video evidence was undeniable. Denise, horrified, pleaded, but the damage was done.

Liam left the ceremony, and I found him at the bar, drinking. “Did you know?” he asked. “No,” I replied. He explained how he discovered the video while compiling their love story.

“Do you think I was wrong to expose her?” he asked. “No,” I said, “but maybe you should have spoken to her privately.”

Liam decided not to check on Denise. “I don’t care,” he said. We shared a bowl of pretzels and wedding cake, knowing our bond was stronger than any betrayal. Liam needed me in his corner, and I was there for him.