I should’ve known something was wrong when Amy, already in her wedding dress, handed me a sealed envelope and said, “Give this to Leo after the ceremony.” She didn’t explain, just smiled faintly and walked away like it was goodbye. The wedding itself was picture-perfect—vows exchanged, smiles for the camera, champagne flowing. No one noticed anything off. Until I handed Leo that envelope.
At first, he grinned, assuming it was a love note. But within seconds, his expression collapsed. He read it once, then again, then folded it and walked out without a word. When I caught up to him, he accused me of being part of it. “She made you part of it,” he said, eyes cold. “You should’ve warned me.” I hadn’t read it—I hadn’t known. But he left anyway.
