Elena, Max’s sister, showed him undeniable proof: Sofia had kissed another man at a café. Crushed but furious, Max decided not to cancel the wedding—he would turn it into Sofia’s reckoning. On the wedding day, the venue was perfect, just as Sofia had planned. But as the music swelled and the bridesmaids entered, guests gasped: they were all dressed in black. A chilling contrast to the pastel colors Sofia had so carefully chosen. Sofia, radiant in her white gown, froze when she saw the dark sea of dresses. Confused and rattled, she continued down the aisle, her smile fading fast.At the altar, Max leaned in and, just loud enough for all to hear, told her, “This isn’t a wedding—it’s a funeral. For the love you killed.” Shock rippled through the guests. When Sofia demanded answers, her own bridesmaids, armed with Elena’s proof, turned against her. Humiliated, Sofia fled, tripping over her gown as the room watched in stunned silence. Later, Max found her outside, broken and pleading. But he had made his choice. He walked away without a second glance—ready to feast at the reception meant to celebrate a future that would never happen. Sometimes, the fairytale ends not with a kiss—but with the villain exposed.