I always knew my future mother-in-law, Ellen, didn’t like me. From the moment Jacob introduced us, it was clear she thought I wasn’t good enough for her son. Her comments grew worse during the wedding planning. Everything I chose was “wrong” in her eyes, from the cake to my wedding dress.
Exhausted by her negativity, I devised a harmless prank to put her in her place. I hired a fortune teller for my bridal party, thinking it would be lighthearted fun that might even lighten Ellen’s mood.
The party was going perfectly. My friends were laughing and excited, but when the fortune teller arrived, everything shifted. She wore a flowing dress, dark eyes glinting as she read fortunes. The atmosphere was electric until she turned her attention to Ellen.
“You,” she said, pointing. “Your bag… it holds a secret.”
The room fell silent. Ellen shifted nervously, her dismissive laughter fading. “I have nothing to hide,” she insisted.
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The fortune teller pressed on, claiming Ellen had done something to sabotage the wedding. My heart raced; I had no idea what was happening. Ellen’s facade cracked as she grew defensive.
“Open the bag,” the fortune teller commanded. The tension mounted, and I stepped forward. “What’s in the bag, Ellen?”
She clutched it tightly, but in a scuffle, it fell, spilling its contents—a small sewing kit and a piece of lace. My lace. The exact lace from my wedding dress.
Gasps echoed in the room. “What did you do?” I managed to ask, horrified.
Ellen’s face turned pale. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
“I thought if I could ruin the wedding, he might change his mind,” she admitted, explaining how she snuck into my fitting and cut threads to make the dress fall apart on the big day.
I was in shock. How could she do this? My friends were stunned as I confronted her.
My mom, who had been silently observing, stepped forward. “How dare you try to sabotage my daughter’s wedding?” she said, anger radiating from her. “If you can’t respect this family, you don’t belong at the wedding.”
Ellen looked broken, realizing she had crossed a line. “You’re going to fix this,” my mom demanded. “Or you’re not coming.”
Ellen nodded, tears streaming down her face. Everything had changed that day, and I was left wondering how a simple prank had revealed such a dark secret.
