A photo appeared— the groom, but not alone. He was with someone else… the bride’s own sister.
FIANCÉE:
“…No. That’s impossible.”
The groom stepped back.
GROOM:
“It’s not what it looks like…”
WOMAN:
“Oh really? Then explain the hotel receipts. The messages. The nights you disappeared.”
The crowd began whispering, chaos building.
The fiancé looked between them, shaking.
FIANCÉE:
“Both of you… betrayed me?”
Suddenly— the woman in red lowered her voice.
WOMAN:
“There’s something else you don’t know.”
Silence.
She turned the phone around one last time.
On the screen: a DNA test result.
The groom wasn’t the father.
Everyone froze.
The groom whispered:
GROOM:
“…Then who is?”
The woman smiled slightly… and looked at the fiancé.
CUT TO BLACK.
