Man Finds Out about His Bride’s Betrayal – He Goes to the Altar with a Remote Control in His Hands
Daphne is in the middle of her brother’s wedding. As a bridesmaid, she has an obligation to Denise. But when Liam surprises them all with a video revealing Denise’s ultimate secrets, Daphne has no choice but to choose her brother—even if what he did was humiliating for Denise.
As my brother’s wedding approached, excitement buzzed through the air, filling everyone with anticipation. My brother, the groom, was a notorious prankster, and his hints at a major surprise had us all on edge.
I thought he was just creating the drama for effect—Liam was that person.
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Liam and his fiancée, Denise, had been dating for so long that it didn’t come as a surprise when she asked me to be one of her bridesmaids.
“Please, Daphne,” she asked, gifting me a box full of goodies. “I need you to be there with me on our big day—you’re not just Liam’s little sister, but mine, too.”
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Of course, I accepted. Denise did feel like a sister to me—in fact, she was the one who planned my 21st birthday party instead of the friends that I thought would do it.
So, when it came to wedding planning, I think Denise spent more time talking about their wedding to me than Liam.
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“I’m just wasting my time with Liam,” she said. “You can make notes for us. And we can do the wedding cake tasting.”
Liam, on the other hand, seemed like he was doing the bare minimum with the wedding—but the reality is that he was busy putting together a beautiful video for the wedding.
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“I’m going to have it played just before we do our vows,” he said when I went to visit him.
He showed me a folder on his laptop where he was saving all his and Denise’s videos and photos, ready to create the video.
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“Do you think Liam has cold feet?” Denise asked me when we went wedding shopping.
“No,” I replied honestly. “He’s planning something for you, that’s taking all his time at the moment.”
“What?” she asked enthusiastically.
“I’m sworn to secrecy,” I said. “Now, go and try on dresses!”
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On the morning of the wedding, I got to the hotel suite early. I wanted to see Liam before getting ready with Denise and the other bridesmaids.
“You have no idea what’s coming,” he teased, sipping on a glass of champagne as he got ready.
“Oh boy,” I said. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.”
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The ceremony was perfect—and everything had gone exactly to plan as Denise wanted.
From the flowers to the music to the scented candles that perfumed the venue. It was all perfect.
When the time came for the vows, my brother told the priest to wait.
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“I have something to show you all,” he said. “This is Denise and my love story from the beginning to right now.”
He pulled a remote from his pocket with a flourish, while two of his groomsmen wheeled a TV screen to the middle of the altar, just in front of where Liam and Denise were standing.
“Watch this,” he said, stepping back to join his groomsmen. And then he pressed play.
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The screen came alive with their love story—their first kiss, snippets from trips together, cozy nights in, dinners cooked together, and so on.
The montage tugged at heartstrings, and all the guests were enthralled.
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But the real shock was still to come.
As the video ended, the priest went back to his position, ready to continue the ceremony from where he left off. He called for Denise and Liam to resume their positions, too.
He solemnly asked if anyone objected.
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Before anyone knew what was happening, Liam dropped Denise’s hand and stepped away, back down the aisle.
“I do,” he declared.
“What?” Denise hissed. “Liam, this isn’t the time for one of your pranks.”
“This isn’t a prank,” he said.
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He held up the remote control again and pressed another button—the air was thick with tension as music began to fill the room.
This new video was a stark contrast—it showed his bride in their shared home, but Denise wasn’t alone.
Instead, she was wearing lingerie and depicted in a compromising situation with another man.
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The room fell deathly quiet, every eye glued to the screen, then slowly turning to gauge her reaction at my brother’s reveal.
Denise turned around slowly to face her guests, her face ghostly pale, her eyes wide with horror.
“This can’t be happening,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.
Then, the same man from the video swore loudly—he was seated at the back of the venue, dressed in a suit.
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“This is why I won’t be marrying Denise today,” Liam said, his loud voice breaking the silence, his tone even but heavy with emotion.
“I couldn’t let us all be here, witnessing what was supposed to be love, without the truth being known.”
The ceremony was ground to a halt, and the festive atmosphere evaporated into a thick, awkward tension.
Denise staggered slightly, looking around as if seeking an escape or an ally. She kicked off her shoes and picked them up.
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“It’s not what it looks like,” she said. “Liam, please, not here. Let’s talk about it outside.”
I wanted to be able to look at Denise and feel sorry for her—we had been so close for so many years. But the evidence had been in the video. As close as we were, she was just another cheater.
A woman who had hurt my brother.
She pleaded with Liam again, louder this time. Tears fell down her face.
But the damage was done. My brother’s gaze never wavered from the woman he was supposed to marry.
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“How long?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Not long,” she managed to say, her composure breaking. “I’m so sorry, you were never supposed to know about it.”
“In our own home, though? Seriously, Denise?” my brother retorted sharply, his hurt palpable to all watching.
“You brought him into our home,” he said.
The crowd murmured, some guests shaking their heads, others unable to look away from the unfolding drama.
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The priest stepped back. I wondered if he was thinking about taking Liam and Denise in for couples’ counseling—something that they had refused when they booked the priest in the first place.
Liam walked out first, abandoning his wedding and all the guests he and Denise had chosen.
Denise ran out behind him, calling out to Liam, but he refused to acknowledge her presence. Her mother ran out behind her.
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Later, I walked around the hotel to find my brother. I found him sitting at the bar, drinking his feelings away while eating a bowl of olives.
“Did you know?” he asked me.
“No, of course not,” I said quickly.
It turned out that when Liam was going through the videos and photos on his laptop, he ended up looking through Denise’s, too.
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“I just wanted to see if there was anything else that I could add to the video,” he said sadly.
I ordered myself a drink and got comfortable next to my brother—from the looks of it, we were going to be there for a long time.
“I went through the first folder,” he admitted. “And it was incredible because she had all these photos that I hadn’t seen before. But in the next folder, there was the video of Denise with that man. It wasn’t even a locked folder, Daphne,” he said.
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We were both silent for a while, and Liam gulped away his drink.
“Do you think I was wrong to expose her?” he asked.
“No,” I said honestly. “But maybe you should have spoken to her privately. There’s no knowing how this could wreck her. Or what she’ll do next.”
I sat back in my seat and helped myself to the bowl of pretzels that the bartender had left out for us.
“I have no intention of checking on her,” Liam said. “I don’t care.”
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I didn’t have any intention of getting Liam to forgive Denise. There was no point in trying to get him to forgive her after what she had done—Liam had always been sure of one thing. Cheating was the absolute deal breaker in a relationship.
“Come,” he said. “Let’s go eat some wedding cake. That can’t go to waste, too.”
I followed my brother out to the dining room that had been set up for the wedding reception.
I knew that as much as I wanted to check on Denise—Liam needed me in his corner.
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What would you have done?
Rude Sales Assistant in Jewelry Store Mocked My Grandma — The Lesson I Taught Her Was Priceless
My grandma went to a renowned jewelry store to pick out rings for her 50th wedding anniversary. Instead of returning home with a smile, she was in tears after a rude saleswoman had insulted her. My blood boiled, so I decided to teach that arrogant woman an unforgettable lesson.
So, here’s a little story about my grandma Gracie and grandpa Jamie. They were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary next month and decided to renew their vows. Cute, right?
When they first got married, they couldn’t afford wedding rings. So, this vow renewal was extra special as they were finally going to get their first wedding rings. I was thrilled for these two lovebirds!
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Now, I wanted to make their anniversary super special. But, here’s the thing: I was swamped with work and stuck in a client meeting.
So, I begged my grandma to go to the jewelry store herself to pick the best wedding rings. I planned to buy them the next day as a surprise gift.
“Grams, just choose the rings and take some pics, alright?” I urged her. “You’ll find something beautiful, I know it!”
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Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, Rachel, this is going to be wonderful. I promise I’ll find the perfect rings,” she said, her voice trembling with happiness.
Seeing her so thrilled melted my heart. I watched her leave with a spring in her step, humming a soft tune, and I couldn’t help but smile.
This meant the world to her, and I trusted she’d find something that would make their day even more memorable.
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Later that evening, I came home smiling, expecting to hear all about the rings Grandma Gracie had chosen.
The first thing I did upon reaching home was run to her, expecting she would start chirping about the rings she loved.
Instead, I found my grandma looking upset, her eyes wet with tears.
“Grandma, what happened?” I asked, my heart sinking.
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She took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she revealed, “Rachel, I went to that fancy jewelry store downtown, and I found a ring I adored. I asked the sales assistant, a young woman named Cara, if I could try it on.”
“What did she say?” I pressed.
“She looked at me with such disdain,” Grandma said, her eyes welling up again.
“She said, ‘Oh, just watch it, old lady! Don’t touch it with your clammy hands. Only people who can afford such jewelry can try it on! Judging by your looks, you certainly don’t look like you could buy this expensive Harry Winston piece!’”
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My blood boiled. “She said that to you?? How dare she!” I fumed.
Grandma nodded, wiping her tears. “I felt so humiliated, Rachel. I just wanted to find a ring for our special day.”
Besides insulting my grandma, that rude woman had told her to take her hands off the glass case, claiming she’d dirtied it, and wiped it in front of her and the other shoppers.
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My poor grandma told me she left the store in tears, feeling utterly embarrassed and broken.
That was it. My blood started to boil. How dare they treat her like that?
I decided then and there that this arrogant sales assistant needed to learn a valuable lesson she’d never forget.
So, I came up with a perfect plan.
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The next day, I took the day off work and dressed in my best outfit. I went to the bank and withdrew a substantial amount of cash.
Think five figures, enough to blind that mean salesperson with a dazzling possibility of a commission she wouldn’t soon forget.
Then, I headed to the same jewelry store my grandma had visited, but I didn’t go alone. I brought along a few friends to help me put my plan into action.
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“Rachel, are you sure about this?” my friend Emily asked as we walked towards the store.
“Absolutely. No one treats my grandma like that and gets away with it,” I said, nodding.
Pushing open the door, I scanned the store. Bingo! There she was, the name tag gleaming with the word “Cara” in bold letters, almost as bright as her fake smile and her yellow suit.
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I approached the counter, cash in hand. “Excuse me, I’d like to see your finest wedding rings,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, especially Cara.
The snooty sales assistant came rushing to me the moment she saw me and my dressed-up appearance.
She greeted me with a fake smile, clearly judging me by my looks, and chirped, “Welcome, ma’am. How can I assist you today?”
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I returned her smile with a smirk. “Just browsing,” I said nonchalantly, walking around the store. “I want the best wedding rings.”
Cara looked at me, then at the cash. Her eyes widened, and she plastered on a fake smile, saying, “Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”
She followed closely, bragging about the fine finish and beauty of each piece. Her voice was a droning noise in the background, and I was already bored.
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Finally, I stopped and looked directly at her. “Enough with the sermons. Show me your best engagement rings.”
She led me to the ring section with an eager nod, pointing out various pieces. “This one is exquisite, and this one has…”
I interrupted, “No, show me that Harry Winston piece.” I pointed to the exact ring my grandma had liked the previous day.
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Cara’s eyes widened as she exclaimed, “Ah, an excellent choice, ma’am!” She took out the ring and held it delicately.
I looked at it for a moment, then at her. “Let me see it up close,” I said.
As she handed me the ring, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. She had no idea what was coming next.
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“Perfect,” I said, examining the ring. “I’ll take it.”
Her eyes lit up with greed. “Excellent choice, ma’am. Would you like to see any other pieces?” she cooed.
I tried it on and acted impressed. “Beautiful! Oh, I need another one for my grandpa.”
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Cara’s eyes literally lit up with dollar signs. She quickly found a matching ring for my grandpa and showed it to me.
As I examined the piece, I saw her demeanor was completely different from how she had treated my grandma.
I pulled out the cash and paid for the rings on the spot. She was all smiles and kept telling me what a great choice I’d made and bla bla bla.
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“Excellent choices, ma’am. These rings are simply stunning. Your grandparents will be thrilled,” she gushed, clearly pleased with the hefty sale.
I smiled back because the showtime was just about to begin. “Thank you. I’m sure they will love them,” I replied, my voice sugary sweet.
“Is there anything else I can help you with today?” she asked, her eyes still shining with greed.
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I paused for a moment, savoring the impending reveal. “Actually, there is something,” I said, my tone shifting slightly.
Cara’s smile faltered. “Oh? What’s that?”
I leaned in, lowering my voice. “You’ll see.”
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I looked around and saw my friends, who were dressed as secret shoppers and potential customers, spread out around the store. I coughed, a secret hint to them to get into action.
They each approached the sales assistant, asking to see various expensive items, pretending to be very interested.
This kept her busy and distracted while I executed the next part of my plan.
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I went outside to the parking lot where my grandma was sitting in my car and returned to the store with her.
She was a little nervous and clutched her purse tightly. “Rachel, I don’t want to get humiliated again by the jewelry store staff,” she nervously said.
I offered her a reassuring smile and replied, “Don’t worry, Grandma. You’re in for a little surprise. Just watch.”
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She looked at me, confused and anxious. “Honey, what’s going on?” she asked.
I winked at her and said, “Trust me. You’ll see!”
We walked back to the store. My friends were doing a fantastic job keeping Cara occupied. I showed my Grandma the same ring section, right where it all began.
She glanced up and started following me, quite intrigued and unsure of what was about to happen.
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I told my grandma to go straight to the ring section, sit on the stool, and try on the ring in the blue velvet box on the table.
“I’ll be back in five minutes,” I assured her.
You see, it was the ring I’d just bought, waiting to be gift-wrapped. Grandma was nervous, but I nudged her.
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She approached the ring section, opened the velvet box, and tried the diamond ring on.
Right on cue, the sales assistant noticed this and stormed over, her blazing eyes speaking volumes.
“You? What are you doing in here, hobo? How dare you touch this ring with your pathetic hands?” she barked at my grandma.
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This was it. My plan had worked! I gave a grand appearance from the doorway and loudly announced, “There you are, Grandma! I have a surprise for you! I bought the rings you loved so much. Did you like them?”
The sales assistant’s face went pale as she turned to my grandma, her eyes now filled with regret and shock. She started to stammer an apology, but I cut her off.
“Shut up! How dare you insult my grandma?” I snapped, my voice echoing in the store.
Cara looked like she wanted to disappear. “I-I didn’t know…”
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“That’s right. You didn’t know,” I interrupted. “You judged my grandma by her appearance and treated her like dirt. You should be ashamed.”
My grandma, still holding the ring, looked at me, her eyes wide. “Rachel, what’s going on?” she gasped.
I took a deep breath and said, “Just a lesson in respect, Grandma. Something this store desperately needed.”
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The sales assistant started trembling as everyone in the store, including my friends disguised as shoppers, flocked around us.
“You know,” I said loud enough for everyone in the store to hear, “this is the same grandma you refused to help and humiliated yesterday because you thought she couldn’t afford anything. Well, I just bought two of the most expensive rings in the store for her.”
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Cara’s face turned a sickly shade of white when I took out my phone and showed the video I had recorded, blurting out:
“Oh, by the way, your little act is recorded on my phone and is just a click away from going viral! I hope you will now learn the importance of respect and stop judging people by their appearance!”
The crowd murmured, and some even shook their heads in disapproval at Cara. Mr. Riley, the manager of the store, heard the commotion and rushed over.
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“What’s going on here?” he asked.
I explained everything that had happened, from the rude treatment to the way the sales assistant had embarrassed my grandma.
The manager’s face flushed with shame. “I am so sorry for this unacceptable behavior,” he said, turning to my grandma. “We deeply apologize and assure you this matter will be dealt with immediately. Please accept a discount on any future purchases as a token of our regret.”
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My grandma, still holding the ring, looked overwhelmed but managed a small smile. “Thank you,” she said softly.
But I didn’t stop there.
I immediately took to social media and wrote a detailed review of the store then and there, mentioning the sales assistant by name and recounting the entire incident along with the video I’d captured.
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With a withering look at the woman who hung her head low, I grabbed the rings and proudly led my grandma out of the store. The manager came rushing behind us, pleading for forgiveness. But I ignored him and drove away.
The post went viral, and the store’s reputation took a hit.
A few days later, I received a call from the jewelry store manager. “Ms. Aniston, I’ve called to inform you that our sales assistant Ms. Cara has been let go due to the overwhelming backlash on social media. On behalf of our store, I sincerely apologize and assure you such incidents will never happen again.”
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The next day, Grandma and I strolled back into the jewelry store.
This time, the manager himself greeted us and said, “Ms. Aniston, Mrs. Parker, please, let me personally apologize again for the other day’s incident. It was completely unacceptable.”
Grandma’s smile was a little wobbly, but her eyes held a spark.
I wrapped my arm around her, a fierce satisfaction settling in my gut. I’d taught that bully of a saleswoman a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.
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As we walked out, my grandma said with a smile. “Rachel, you didn’t have to do all this… but thank you. You really showed them.”
I smiled back and opening the car door for her, I replied, “No one treats you like that, Grandma. And now, they know it.”
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Not gonna lie, the whole experience was a wild ride. But hey, at least it was a lesson learned the hard way: appearances can be deceiving, and kindness goes a long way. Plus, the internet never forgets!
The best part, though? Grandma never lost her sparkle, and we found the perfect rings for her vow renewal. After all, sometimes the best revenge is a killer pair of diamond rings and justice served with a little bit of internet sass on the side! What do you think?
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