Gasps. A chair scraped the floor.

The bride turned pale. The best man tried to slip away. My cousin just looked around and said, “I didn’t come here for a wedding. I came for the truth.”

For a few seconds, nobody moved. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

Then the bride, Sophia, tried to recover. “Wait, wait, this isn’t what it looks like!” she said, stepping toward my cousin—David—but he raised his hand like a stop sign.