My Little Sister Crashed My Wedding with a Toy Camera That Exposed My Groom

The Recording Exposed

The chapel fell into a suffocating silence as the scratchy audio continued to play from the small silver camera. The voice was unmistakably Robert’s, but his usual warm tone was replaced by a cold, calculating sneer.

After the wedding, I'll take full control of her father's trust fund,

the recording played.

Megan is completely clueless. She thinks I love her, but she’s just my ticket to early retirement. I'll divorce her within a year, and we'll be rich.

The guests gasped, a collective wave of horror washing over the room. Megan’s father, Arthur, stood up from the front pew, his face flushed with anger.

Robert desperately tried to salvage the situation.

Megan, sweetheart, you can't believe this!

he stammered, stepping toward her.

It's a fake! It's some kind of AI voice generator. Your sister is playing a sick prank on us. Someone must have set this up to ruin me!

He reached out to grab the camera from Megan's hands, but Arthur stepped in, his imposing frame blocking Robert.

Don't you dare touch her,

Arthur warned, his voice low and dangerous.

Megan stared at the man she thought she knew, her tears drying as a cold wave of betrayal took over. She looked down at the camera, then back to the audio.

Who is 'we', Robert?

she asked, her voice deadly calm. As if in response, the recording continued to play. A second voice, soft and familiar, giggled on the tape.

I can't wait, baby. Just make sure she doesn't suspect anything until the papers are signed.

Megan froze. She slowly turned her gaze toward her bridal party, locking eyes with her maid of honor, Sarah. Sarah’s face turned white as a sheet, and she took a step backward, realization hitting her like a physical blow.