Then movement near the entrance caught everyone’s attention.
A man had just walked in.
The same man from the messages.
The same profile photo attached to “M .”
I looked directly at him.
“Oh good,” I said calmly into the microphone. “The man my fiancée is actually seeing made it.”
The room exploded with whispers.
The guy froze instantly.
“Don’t leave,” I added. “Stephanie may need someone to drive her home tonight.”
Stephanie’s face turned completely white.
“Nick, stop!”
But I wasn’t finished.
“I actually texted him myself using Stephanie’s phone,” I explained. “I invited him here.”
The man looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
Then I switched the screen again.
Her messages appeared for everyone to see.
Huge.
Impossible to deny.
Her mother covered her mouth in horror.
Her father stood up so abruptly his chair nearly tipped over.
Stephanie grabbed my arm.
“Turn it off!”
“Then explain it,” I said quietly.
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
And right then, her secret boyfriend turned around and practically ran for the exit.
He never even looked back.
Stephanie saw him leave.
Panic flooded her face.
“I… Nick, please…”
But I walked toward the cake instead.
Picked up the knife.
And sliced it clean down the middle.
The inside wasn’t pink.
Or blue.
It was both.
Confused murmurs spread through the crowd.
Then people leaned closer.
Inside the cake was an edible photograph.
Stephanie.
And the man she’d been cheating with.
Both smiling inside a giant red heart.
Below the picture were the words:
“Congratulations! It’s a perfect match!”
The room went dead silent.
Then I switched the projector one last time.
The same image filled the massive screen behind us.
Stephanie broke down completely.
Tears streamed down her face.
Her shoulders shook.
But I felt nothing anymore.
I lifted the microphone one final time.
“The wedding is canceled.”
Several guests started crying — especially those who truly believed we were going to spend our lives together.
“Nick, please…” Stephanie sobbed.
“You can keep the engagement ring,” I replied calmly. “Looks like you and your boyfriend could use the money.”
Nadie dijo una palabra.
Dejé el micrófono a un lado.
Miró alrededor de la habitación una última vez.
"Disfrutad de la comida, todos", dije. "Tengo que hacer la maleta."
