My Sister Turned My Wedding into a Lie Detector Game—The Truth Ended It All

I always anticipated a memorable wedding for all the right reasons.

It became a memory for the wrong people. Initially, my sister played a game on us. a lie detector test.

My name is Lena, and I teach high school English at 28. I believed my life was wonderful until lately. I was engaged to Evan, a great software developer, after five blissful years together.

A mutual buddy introduced us at a local pub trivia night. Evan was funny, polite, and kind—everything I wanted. With impromptu road vacations and peaceful afternoons binge-watching sitcoms, we developed a true and stable existence.

He constantly joked, “Without your cooking, I’d waste away.”

“And without your debugging skills, my laptop would’ve caught fire years ago,” I laughed.

I loved teaching, and he loved his job. We supported each other’s goals. While engaged, we determined our wedding would be happy, lively, and unique to symbolize our love.

“Let’s make it a celebration no one forgets,” Evan remarked while brainstorming games and themes.

We considered karaoke, trivia, and a funny couples’ Q&A. We engaged my elder sister Tasha in the planning, but she seemed curiously uninterested.

She said, “I’ll help where I can,” always maintaining her distance.

Evan and I continued to plan our ideal wedding, with a custom music, hand-picked flowers, and color-coded sweets. Evan participated in every stage, from invitation font selection to dessert tasting.

Night before, I informed him, “This day’s going to be magic.”

My forehead was kissed. “Because I’m marrying you, it is.”

Wedding morning felt great. Hope filled me as I dressed. The place was buzzing with visitors, music was playing, and Evan was waiting for me in his fitted blue suit.

“You look incredible, Lena,” he said, caressing my cheek.

Everything was perfect. Tasha seized the mic.

“All right, everyone!” Too loudly, she said. “I have a surprise game for the bride and groom!”

Furrowed brows. This was unplanned.

“What kind game?” Confused, I asked.

“You’ll love it!” she smiled, instructing a corner guy to roll out a wired machine.

A polygraph! Tasha smiled. A lie detector! Just some fun questions for our lovers. Imagine a truth-or-dare twist without the dare!

I stared at Evan, unsure. He nervously laughed but shrugged. Yes, why not?

The technician connected us. The first inquiries were innocent.

“Evan,” Tasha said, “did you ever pretend to like one of Lena’s casseroles?”

He grinned. “Absolutely.”

A laugh sprang out. True, the machine beeped.

“Lena,” someone cried, “have you ever intentionally skipped Evan’s calls?”

“Only during spa days,” I joked. Truth.

All laughed. It felt like a hit.

Uncle Rob, my mom’s elder brother and party animal, approached the mic with a serious demeanor.

“I’ve got one,” he said. “Evan, did you cheat on Lena?”

Silence. Like all the air left the room.

Evan tensed. “That’s ridiculous,” he said. “No way.”

“Then it should be easy to answer,” Uncle Rob insisted.

I focused on Evan’s face. His normal calmness evaporated. He seemed defensive.

“Evan,” I muttered. “Just respond. Please.”

His jaw tightened. “Fine. No. Neither have I.”

This equipment glowed red. Detected lie.

Gasps filled the room. Numb, I watched the television. “That has to be wrong,” I said.

Uncle Rob approached. Evan, is your cheater in this room?

He paused. “No,” he answered hastily.

Red light. Another falsehood.

Then I saw my sister Tasha go behind the throng. She looked pallid. Her shoulders stiffen.

Ice formed in my gut as I carefully approached her.

Was it her? Asking with a point. Was it Tasha?

Evan examined the ground.

Shaking, I shouted, “TELL ME.”

He gulped. Finally, “Yes.”

Not needed, the polygraph proved it. My world shifted.

I looked at Tasha. But she said nothing as tears filled her eyes.

“How could?” I whispered.

Lena, I—” Her voice broke as she tried.

Not waiting for excuses. I faced Evan. You betrayed and lied to me for years. Was all that love and trust fake?

He remained silent.

Then Uncle Rob said again. I didn’t say anything, but I saw you two a few weeks ago. At the mall. Holding hands, whispering. I assumed I was seeing things. Now I know I wasn’t.”

Tasha cried. “I never meant for this to happen.”

I answered, “And yet…it did.” “You choose it. Both of you.”

In the astonished hush, I pulled my arms’ cables, my clothing rustling noisily. Then I left. No vows. Not first dance. Not a happy ending for Evan.

Betrayals may destroy your faith in reality.

Mine burnt down under a lie detector light.