As I walked down the aisle, I heard my father-in-law sneer, “I give this marriage six months.” His friends chuckled, mocking me. I didn’t flinch; instead, I maintained a cold smile and signaled the officiant. “Wait,” he announced, “the bride has a special video to share.” The giant screen lit up, not with a montage of love, but with crystal-clear footage of my groom entangled in bed with my own maid of honor. As the guests gasped in horror, I turned to my pale father-in-law and whispered, “You lost the bet.”