A few hours before my wedding, my brother texted, “Don’t go to your wedding. Check your wife’s closet!” I assumed it was a joke—until I opened it and was stunned

On the morning of my wedding, I awoke with an unusual sense of tranquility.

My tuxedo hung perfectly on the door, freshly pressed and ready. The venue was finalized, and every last detail was in place.

My older brother, Eric—also my best man—had just texted to confirm he had the rings. Everything seemed perfectly orchestrated.

Until 10:47 a.m.

My phone …