Framed at My Own Wedding, She Married My Brother

On our wedding night, the big screen suddenly lit up with a video of me holding a woman and kissing her.

There was nothing I could say that anyone would believe. My father-in-law hauled me out of the room to make me account for myself.

By the time I'd proven the video was an AI fake, my bride had already gone off with the family's adopted son and, out of pure spite, consummated her marriage with him instead.

My mother sighed without a flicker of change on her face.

"What's done is done. Whatever was going to happen has already happened.