But Jake didn’t miss a beat. Calmly, he stepped down from the altar and played a slideshow on the church’s screen: photos of Margaret snooping through my closet, texts boasting she’d steal the spotlight, and a smug voice recording confirming it all. The church fell silent. Her smile vanished, and without a word, she stormed out, humiliated, her moment stolen by her own arrogance.
With her gone, Jake asked the pastor to begin again — for our ceremony. Applause filled the room, and we exchanged vows with the support and love of everyone who mattered. That night, when I asked Jake how he knew, he revealed he’d seen her internet searches while fixing her laptop. He’d known something was coming — and waited for the perfect moment to expose it all.
