“Save it,” he said. “You told me you loved me, that he was just a friend, but you forgot the hotel had cameras.”

The best man—whose name was Luca—had started backing up toward the exit. He was clearly trying not to make a scene, but everyone’s eyes were on him now. “David, man, listen, I didn’t mean for this to happen…”

“Didn’t mean for it to happen?” David laughed, but it was cold, like a laugh made of broken glass. “You’ve been my best friend since high school, Luca. You helped me pick out the ring. You even gave that speech last night about loyalty. What part of any of this was accidental?”

Luca opened his mouth but nothing came out.