Guests had just sat down when she slipped a folded note into my hand. I frowned and opened it. Five words stared back at me: “Say no at the altar.” My heart stopped.

I turned to her, confused. “What?”

She squeezed my hand, her grip firm but steady. “Just trust me. Do it.”

I wanted to argue. To demand answers. But something in her eyes — calm and certain — made me pause. Liana wasn’t scared. She wasn’t panicked. She had a plan. And I trusted her.

When the officiant asked if I took Liana to be my wife, I hesitated just long enough for whispers to start. Then, with my stomach in knots, I said, “No.”

The room fell silent. A chair scraped against the floor. Then, from across the room, came a LAUGH — cold, sharp, and cruel. I turned toward the sound. And there SHE was.

Her name was Sabrina, Liana’s estranged cousin. The black sheep of the family. Her dark red lips curled into a smirk as she stood, slow and deliberate, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Well, well, well,” she purred. “What a shocking turn of events.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Liana’s parents looked mortified. My own mother clutched her pearls. Sabrina sauntered closer, her gaze flicking between me and Liana.

“I have to say, Liana,” she mused, “I thought you were too much of a goody-two-shoes to go through with it. But here we are.”

My mind raced. What was she talking about? What game was being played?

Liana turned to face her cousin, standing tall. “You were always good at making people doubt me, Sabrina. But today? It ends.”

Sabrina arched an eyebrow. “Does it, darling?”

Liana exhaled and turned to the crowd. “Many of you don’t know the full story. Sabrina and I were once close, but she’s been scheming against my family for years. Lies, manipulation, trying to get my parents to turn against me so she could inherit everything.” She squared her shoulders. “But today, she went too far. She tried to blackmail me into calling off this wedding. When I refused, she threatened to humiliate me, to tell everyone lies about me and Leo.” She took my hand. “So I decided to take away her power.”

Murmurs erupted among the guests. I was still trying to process it all, but as I looked at Liana, her face unwavering, I knew she had done the right thing. By having me say no first, she robbed Sabrina of the scandal she had hoped to create.

Sabrina’s smirk faltered for the first time. She wasn’t expecting this.

“You always did like drama,” Liana said, her voice firm. “But today isn’t your show.”

Sabrina’s eyes darted around the room. The whispers were growing, people shaking their heads, looking at her with suspicion rather than the shock she had hoped for.

“This isn’t over,” she hissed, but it was. She knew it. We all did. With a final glare, she spun on her heel and stalked out, slamming the doors behind her.

A moment of stunned silence followed. Then, Liana turned back to the officiant and smiled.

“Can we start again?” she asked, squeezing my hand.

The guests burst into applause, laughter rippling through the room. The tension shattered like glass, replaced by warmth and joy.

“Leo,” she said softly, looking at me, “do you take me to be your wife?”

I smiled, my heart full. “Yes. A million times, yes.”

We kissed to the sound of cheers, knowing we had won in more ways than one.

Trust, love, and standing together — that’s what mattered. And today, we proved that nothing, not even a vengeful cousin, could take that away from us.