Max was supposed to be the happiest man alive—72 hours from marrying Sofia, the woman he thought was his forever. But one conversation shattered everything. Elena, a close friend, had seen Sofia with another man. Not just talking. Intimate. Familiar. Betrayal.
Max demanded details. Elena didn’t flinch. She’d seen Sofia at a vegan café, laughing, touching, kissing someone who wasn’t Max. The man was no stranger—he was Sofia’s ex. The one she swore she’d cut ties with.
Max’s world collapsed. The apartment, once filled with wedding gifts and seating charts, now felt like a prison. But instead of rage, Max chose precision. He wouldn’t cancel the wedding. He’d rewrite the ending.
He called Sofia’s bridesmaids—each one loyal to him in ways Sofia never knew. He asked them to wear black. Not pastel. Not blush. Black. A silent signal. A funeral for the fantasy.
The day arrived. The venue glowed. Guests smiled. Sofia beamed, unaware. As the music swelled, the bridesmaids entered—each one draped in black. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Sofia’s smile faltered.
Max stood at the altar, calm. Not nervous. Not anymore. Sofia reached him, confused. “Why are they wearing black?” she whispered.
Max leaned in. “Because today isn’t a celebration. It’s a reckoning.”
He turned to the crowd. “Before we begin, I have something to say.” And he told them. Everything. The affair. The lies. The betrayal.
Sofia’s dream wedding became her public undoing. Max didn’t just walk away—he walked out with dignity, leaving Sofia in the ruins of her own deception.
Everything was just as he planned.
