My Brother & His Fiancée Hired Me to Make Their Wedding Cake — They Refused to Pay, So Our Grandma Got the Perfect Payback

When Emily bakes her heart into her brother’s wedding cake, she expects gratitude, not betrayal. But when payment turns into a family scandal, it’s Grandma Margaret who serves the real justice. In a world where passion is mistaken for obligation, Emily learns that respect is the sweetest ingredient of them all.

You learn a lot about people when cake and money are involved.

I’m Emily, 25, and I love to bake. I work in a bakery, making cakes for every occasion. Growing up, it was just a hobby but the more I learned, the more my passion grew. Cakes became my love language.

Birthdays, holidays, breakups, random Tuesdays: cake is always the answer.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

I’ve been piping frosting roses since I was sixteen and built a little Instagram following along the way. Which is how I landed my job in a bakery.

“You want to work in a bakery, Emily?” my father had asked. “Seriously?”

“It’s for now,” I said in return. “It’s just for me to learn and work my way up. I’m going to save money as well. I’m going to culinary school, Dad. One way or another.”

“This is a hobby, Emily,” he retorted. “You’ll learn that one day when you need help paying your bills.”

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A close up of a frowning man | Source: Midjourney

Still, I had the support of the rest of my family and to sweeten the deal with them, I had never charged my family for personal, small bakes. It’s just something that I didn’t do, unless they came in through the bakery, of course. Anything through the bakery is business. Strictly.

But they always gave me a little something. Gift cards. Flowers. Sometimes a few folded notes tucked into my apron pocket. It was sweet. It felt… respectful almost.

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A vase of flowers on a table | Source: Midjourney

Then my little brother, Adam, got engaged to Chelsea.

And everything changed before my eyes.

They were 23. A bit too young for marriage in my humble opinion but I didn’t want to voice my concerns.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

“They’ll think you’re bitter because you’re single, honey,” my mother said over pizza and wine one night.

“But I’m not! I’m just genuinely concerned, Mom,” I replied, picking the olives off my slice.

“I know, sweetheart,” she agreed. “I am, too. But Adam’s convinced that Chelsea is the one for him. Let’s see how that ends up. Look, I think she’s high maintenance, but it’s clear that she loves him. That’s enough for me.”

If it was enough for my mother, then it was enough for me.

A box of pizza and a bottle of wine | Source: Midjourney

A box of pizza and a bottle of wine | Source: Midjourney

But at 23, they were all Pinterest boards and highlighter pens, planning a wedding that looked like a lifestyle influencer’s fever dream. When they asked me to make their wedding cake, I said yes.

Of course, I did. I wanted to. I was proud.

But I had to be realistic with them, too.

“This isn’t a birthday cake, guys,” I said. “It’s three tiers. For 75 guests. The ingredients alone are going to cost me. I won’t do it through the bakery because the price will be insane. So, I’m going to do it at home.”

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A woman sitting at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

“That’s totally fair,” Adam said, looping his arm around Chelsea. “Of course, you’ll be compensated, Em.”

I quoted them $400. And honestly, if they had come through the bakery, it would have easily been $1200 at least.

They agreed.

“But I’ll do a taste-test at the bakery,” I said, pouring cups of tea. “That way you guys can get the full experience and decide on a final flavor. Deal?”

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A cup of tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Deal,” Chelsea said tightly. “I do want to have the full bridal experience, and this is one of them. I was worried that you’d choose the flavor instead.”

I was frowning on the inside. Which respectful baker would just choose a flavor without consulting her clients? I chose to smile and push a plate of fresh eclairs toward them.

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A woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

A week later, they came into the bakery for a tasting. The space smelled like vanilla and lemon glaze when they walked in. I’d prepped everything. Three sample plates, fresh linen and even a cinnamon-scented candle.

It was the most effort I’d ever put into family.

“Whoa, Em,” Adam grinned. “This looks fancy. So, this is how everyone else gets the Emily-treatment?”

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The interior of a bakery | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t know you did it like this,” Chelsea nodded, her delicate fingers adjusting her blouse.

“I wanted you to feel like clients,” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “Because… you are.”

My boss let me use the space for tasting as long as I handled the costs.

They tried the chocolate raspberry. All it got was polite nods. They tried the lemon lavender and exchanged a glance.

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A woman standing in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

But when they bit into the strawberry shortcake, their expressions changed.

Adam actually closed his eyes.

“Okay… that’s delicious!” he exclaimed.

Chelsea licked a bit of cream from her lip.

“It’s nostalgic, Emily. Like whipped cream summers. It’s perfect.”

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A cake square on a white plate | Source: Midjourney

They chose it for all three tiers.

And in that moment, I thought that maybe they really saw me. That they recognized my talent. And maybe this wedding would pull us closer.

I sent them numerous sketches so that they could be involved in every aspect of the process.

I baked for three days straight. I decorated the cake in the early hours of the wedding morning. I even drove the cake to the venue myself. It was the most intricate thing I’d ever done.

Cake sketches on a page | Source: Midjourney

Cake sketches on a page | Source: Midjourney

Three tiers, whipped mascarpone, fresh strawberries glazed in honey. I set it up with trembling hands and a heart full of pride.

And then they took it. Smiled. Thanked me.

And never paid.

At first, I thought that it was okay. That we’d deal with it after the wedding. I mean, I didn’t really expect them to hand me the cash then and there.

But a little reassurance would have been nice.

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A beautiful wedding cake | Source: Midjourney

I discovered the truth ten minutes later, when Adam cornered me near the bar, his voice low and tight.

“Emily, you’re seriously expecting us to pay you? For cake? I heard you telling Mom that you’re expecting it.”

“Yes?” I blinked.

“But you never charge family,” he said simply, like I was stupid.

“This isn’t a batch of birthday cupcakes, Adam.”

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A pensive groom | Source: Midjourney

Chelsea slipped beside him, her tone glossy and fake, just like her hair extensions.

“It’s a wedding gift. We thought you’d understand. Just let it go,” Chelsea said, winking. “Be generous, sister-in-law. It’s family.”

I stood there, stunned.

It was funny because someone had overheard the entire thing.

A close up of a bride | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a bride | Source: Midjourney

Grandma Margaret.

She’s the kind of woman who wears pearls to the grocery store and could end a war with a single look. When she speaks, everyone listens.

Dinner had ended, the buffet clearing out as the reception hall silenced. Speeches began. The mic passed from best man to maid of honor. Then, casually, Grandma stood.

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A wedding buffet | Source: Midjourney

She smiled as she took the mic, glass of champagne in her hand, her eyes sharp.

“I’ve always dreamed of giving my grandchildren something special for their honeymoons,” she began. “For Adam and Chelsea, I had something wonderful planned. The idea came to me at their Greek God-inspired engagement party. An all-expenses-paid trip to Greece!”

The room erupted.

Chelsea gasped. Adam’s mouth dropped open.

Grandma raised a finger.

An older woman at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

An older woman at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

“But now, I have no choice but to reconsider my decision.”

Silence took over.

She turned slowly. She looked at me and smiled gently. Then she looked at the cake.

“I believe that generosity should be met with gratitude. Especially within a family,” she said.

An older woman giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

An older woman giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

People shifted in their seats. I knew most of them wanted the speeches to be done, they were ready for the dessert buffet and the music.

“I think you all know why,” she continued.

She handed her mic back with a polite smile and sipped her glass of champagne like she hadn’t just set the room on fire.

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A glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t see Adam again until sunset, the light bleeding into soft amber across the reception lawn. I’d stepped outside, away from the clinking glasses, the sugar-high flower girls and the noisy music.

I just wanted to sit on a bench and let the breeze cool me down. The anger had started to wear off but the ache in my chest remained. It was like something I hadn’t known was fragile had finally cracked inside me.

Even I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

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A woman sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

Adam.

My baby brother, the kid who used to sit on the kitchen counter licking beaters while I piped frosting flowers. He looked wrecked, tie askew, forehead damp, lips pressed tight.

He had an envelope in his hand, already crumpled like he’d been squeezing it too hard.

“Em,” he said, his eyes darting around. “Wait.”

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A groom standing outside | Source: Midjourney

I turned but I didn’t speak.

He thrust the envelope at me like it burned his fingers.

“Here,” he said. “It’s the $400… plus a little extra. I didn’t know how to push back, Em. Chelsea got so excited about calling it a ‘gift,’ and I didn’t want to start our marriage with a fight. But it didn’t sit right.”

“You just thought that I wouldn’t stand up for myself,” I said, my voice low and even.

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A close up of a woman sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

He flinched. His shoulders sank.

I saw it then, not just guilt, but fear. Not of me. Of what being married to someone like Chelsea might cost me.

“No, that’s not… It wasn’t like that, Emily.”

“You agreed to pay me,” I said. “I gave you a discount, Adam. A huge one! I spent three days in my kitchen working myself sick. And you took it like it was owed to you.”

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A groom with his hand in his hair | Source: Midjourney

“Chelsea said…” he looked at the ground. “I mean, we thought… family doesn’t charge family.”

“That’s funny,” I said. “Because you were both happy to treat me like a vendor until the bill came.”

I saw it then, the flicker of shame behind his eyes. Not just because he got caught. Because he knew I was right.

Chelsea appeared behind him a second later, her heels clicking like punctuation. She looked picture-perfect until you got close. Her mascara was smudged. Her smile was too tight.

A close up of a bride standing outside | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a bride standing outside | Source: Midjourney

“Emily,” she said, in that performative, high-pitched tone she used when she was trying to charm her way out of trouble. “Seriously, it was just a misunderstanding. We didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t appreciated.”

I laughed, short and cold.

“You didn’t make me feel anything. You showed me exactly where I stood.”

“I didn’t think it would matter this much. I mean, you love baking,” she blinked, eyes glossy.

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A frowning woman sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

“I do,” I said. “Which is why it hurts more. You didn’t just take money from me. You took respect. You treated my passion and my career like a party favor.”

Chelsea opened her mouth to argue. Then closed it. Her eyes flicked to the envelope in my hand.

There was $500 inside. No note. No apology. Just cash. Just damage control.

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A woman holding a small crumpled envelope | Source: Midjourney

“I’m glad Grandma doesn’t see ‘family’ the way you do,” I said, slipping the envelope into my purse. “Because if she did, I’d have nothing left.”

Adam looked like he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t find the words. So he just stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching his wedding slip further from the fairytale they’d built on someone else’s labor.

I turned and walked away before either of them could try again.

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A upset groom | Source: Midjourney

And this time, they didn’t follow me. They went off together.

Later, just as dessert was being served and people were laughing again, Grandma stood once more.

She clinked her glass gently.

“I want to make something very clear, especially to my grandchildren and their new spouses. Generosity is a gift. Not an obligation. And it should never be repaid with greed or disrespect.”

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A dessert buffet at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

People sat up straighter.

Grandma paused. She looked around the room with deliberate calm.

“I’ve given each of you the benefit of the doubt. And my honeymoon gift still stands, this time. But if I ever see something like this again?”

She smiled. Sweet. Lethal.

“I won’t just take away a trip. I’ll take everything else too, trust funds included.”

An older woman giving a speech at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

An older woman giving a speech at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

She nodded toward Adam. Then Chelsea.

Then sat down like she’d just read bedtime stories to kids.

“I see and hear everything, Emily,” she said later. “And no more giving discounts to ungrateful family. This is your career now, darling. Take a stand. And if you really want to go to culinary school, talk to me. Your trust fund is there for a reason. Why you’re trying to save money, only the Lord knows, child.”

“Thanks, Gran,” I smiled.

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A smiling woman sitting at a wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

After, Adam started texting me on my birthday. On time. Chelsea began tagging and re-posting my bakes on socials.

At the next family barbecue, hosted by Chelsea and Adam, she hovered near the drinks table before walking over. Her smile was tight, eyes scanning for anyone nearby, like she didn’t want an audience.

She handed me a thank-you card with a massage gift card tucked inside.

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Food on a grill | Source: Midjourney

“These were really good, by the way,” she said.

She meant the brownies, but the compliment landed weird, it like got stuck on the way out. Her tone was off. I nodded, said thanks, and watched her retreat like she’d completed a chore.

It wasn’t affection. It was fear. Respect. Caution.

And honestly? That worked just fine.

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A woman standing in a backyard | Source: Midjourney

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My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine

When Hannah’s Dad waltzed into her birthday party with her best friend on his arm, she was determined to make him pay. Little did he know Hannah’s plan would unexpectedly turn the tables at her graduation party.

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Serious woman and birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Dad said, but his words barely registered.

The room was full of balloons and banners, but everything started feeling suddenly wrong.

“What’s the fuss?” he asked, noticing people staring.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. Dad had walked into my 25th birthday party with my best friend, Jessica, as his plus one.

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Older man with young woman | Source: Midjourney

“What is Jess doing with you?” I asked as soon as I recovered from the shock.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled. “We’re together, in love!”

“Are you serious? Mom is here, and everyone is watching us!”

He shrugged. “So what? I don’t care what she or anyone else feels; it’s her problem. This is MY LIFE. I want to have fun.”

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Couple looking into each other’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Mom, standing alone with tears streaming down her face. She just turned and went inside, and I couldn’t stand that.

“If I knew you would do something like this, I would’ve never invited you!” I snapped, turning to Dad. “And you, Jess, how could you do this? You were my best friend!”

“I’m sorry, Hannah. But it sounds like a YOU problem if you can’t accept this.”

I was shocked.

“Leave!” I said. “Just get out! Both of you!”

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Smug-looking woman | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Hannah, you’re overreacting,” Dad scoffed. “It’s not like your Mom and I are together, and I brought someone new into our lives.”

“No, I’m not overreacting, Dad, and I don’t want to talk about this. You need to leave. This party is for me and Mom. And this is Mom’s house.”

“Fine, we’ll go.”

I watched as Dad walked out, and then I returned to Mom and hugged her tightly. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d—”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Thank you,” was all she said.

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Sad woman among party guests | Source: Midjourney

It was hard for me to believe what had happened, but all I cared about was the faces of the other guests staring at my mom in pity and disbelief. I hated the way they were looking at Mom as if she were some helpless woman.

A week passed.

One Sunday morning, Mom and I sat on the couch in her cozy living room, sipping tea.

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Two cups of tea | Source: Midjourney

I loved our little sessions where it was just the two of us. Usually, we’d bake one of Grandma’s recipes, but looking at Mom’s face, I knew she was still not over what had happened.

Dad and Mom had divorced only recently, and I know Mom still missed him. So, what happened on my birthday still bothered her.

“I’m really looking forward to graduation next month, Mom,” I said, trying to lift the mood. “It’s a big milestone for me.”

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Woman wearing graduation hat | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Hannah,” Mom smiled, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve worked so hard for this day.

“It’s just that… seeing Jessica with your father was hard,” she suddenly said, sighing sadly. “She’ll be graduating too, right?”

I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Yes, Mom. It was terrible. But you’re stronger than this. You deserve better.”

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Sad elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

Mom looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s just so hard, Hannah. I never expected this from Jessica. She-she was like a daughter, and now this…imagining them in bed…”

Mom broke down into tears, and I raced to her side to hug her.

“Your dad…” she sniffled. “What did he tell me when he was leaving? You’re too old, Caroline. You don’t excite me anymore. Oh, Hannah, how could he do this?”

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Young woman consoling an older woman | Source: Midjourney

Mom wept into my shoulders, and I can’t tell you how it broke my heart.

“I didn’t either, Mom,” I said, trying my best to console her. “But we won’t let them hurt us anymore. You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together, okay?”

Mom was very disturbed after what happened at my birthday party, and I had a plan to set things right. It’s just that I couldn’t tell Mom about it right then.

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Devastated elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

The following Thursday morning, I walked into the cozy café near the university, bustling with students and professionals.

The smell of coffee and chatter filled the air.

I spotted Tom at a corner table and waved.

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Inside a cafe | Source: Midjourney

I remembered Tom from when I was young. He was one of Dad’s colleagues, always nice and kind. He used to visit us often, but then we moved across town, and those visits stopped. Seeing his familiar face brought back memories.

“Hi, Tom,” I said as I sat down. “It’s good to see you.”

“Wow, Hannah! You’ve grown up!” he chuckled. “It’s good to see you too. How are things?” he asked.

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Young woman talking to older man at cafe | Source: Midjourney

“Busy, but exciting. Graduation is just around the corner,” I replied.

A week ago, when I contacted Tom on Facebook, I wasn’t very hopeful he would reply. But somehow, his name was the first to pop into my head, and I just gave it a try.

Luckily, he replied.

“By the way, I thought about your idea,” he said as I sipped my coffee. “I’m okay with that. Will your Mom agree?”

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Woman drinking coffee | Source: Midjourney

“She will. Thanks. I appreciate all your help,” I said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Hannah. Your mom deserves better, and so do you,” he replied.

We chatted about various things, recalling some sweet memories of when I was a little girl and Tom used to get me princess dolls. He was just the sweetest man from my childhood, and I had a brilliant plan brewing at the back of my mind.

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A cute girl | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t realize how time flew by and the graduation day arrived.

I stood in Mom’s bedroom, surrounded by elegant dresses and makeup.

Mom held up a beautiful dress, and I nodded approvingly.

“I can’t believe my baby is graduating,” she said, zipping up my dress. “You look stunning, Hannah.”

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Older woman helping younger woman get ready | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks, Mom. You look amazing, too. Tonight’s going to be special,” I replied, smiling.

Mom had put on a shimmering navy blue dress that hugged her figure gracefully. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore delicate silver jewelry that complemented her look perfectly.

“I hope your dad behaves himself tonight,” she said, wearing her earrings.

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Gorgeous older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t worry about him, Mom. Just focus on having a good time. Everything will be fine,” I assured her.

Mom smiled, but I could see the worry in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. “Really, Mom. Enjoy tonight. You deserve it. I’m so happy for you.”

“I will, sweetie. Thank you,” she said, giving me a warm hug.

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Mother and daughter hugging | Source: Midjourney

I looked in the mirror, adjusting my dress and makeup. “Now, I gotta leave. See you soon,” I said, grabbing my bag.

“Alright, Hannah. See you there,” Mom replied, giving me a quick kiss.

As I left the house, I took a deep breath. The plan was set, and I felt ready. I knew tonight had to be perfect, not just for me but for Mom, too. This was our night, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.

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Woman in graduation attire standing with other graduates | Source: Midjourney

When I arrived at the graduation hall, I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my cap and gown.

The room buzzed with excitement as graduates and their families filled the seats.

I scanned the crowd and spotted Dad arriving with Jessica. They looked confident, but I knew that would change soon.

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Young girl in graduation attire posing with older man | Source: Midjourney

About 15 minutes later, Mom entered the auditorium with Tom. She looked stunning, and Tom looked dapper in a suit.

Seeing them together made me smile. They waved at me, and I waved back.

I could see shock clouding Dad and Jessica’s faces when they saw Mom happy with a guy about five years younger than her!

“Thanks for making it, Tom. Mom, you look gorgeous!” I said, hugging her.

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Good-looking couple | Source: Midjourney

It was then Dad’s voice cut through.

“Tom? What are you doing here?”

We turned to see him with Jessica behind him.

Tom put an arm around Mom. “Supporting a dear friend and her daughter,” he said.

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Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

“Didn’t you mention he was your colleague? How did this happen?” I heard Jessica whispering to Dad, and I couldn’t help but smile because my plan was successful.

“Well, Mom and Tom have been catching up lately. They realized they have a lot in common,” I said, grinning.

Dad looked flustered. “I see,” he said. “Well, it’s… nice to see you, Tom.”

Serious-looking man | Source: Midjourney

Serious-looking man | Source: Midjourney

Tom smirked slightly. “Nice to see you too, Robert. Life takes interesting turns, doesn’t it?”

As the evening went on, Mom and Tom looked genuinely happy together. They laughed and danced, looking like a perfect couple. Jessica tried to keep up appearances, but her discomfort was evident.

Dad couldn’t hide his frustration either. His eyes kept darting towards Mom and Tom, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Couple looking happy together | Source: Midjourney

Couple looking happy together | Source: Midjourney

Before leaving, Mom hugged me tightly. “Thank you for everything, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too, Mom,” I said, smiling. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

As I watched Mom walk away with Tom, I knew Dad regretted his choices. He realized too late that he had lost the best thing in his life. I also saw he pushed Jess away when she asked him for a dance, and I laughed.

My plan to show Dad that Mom could be happy without him worked perfectly. Mom and Tom fell in love and are now together. I couldn’t be happier for her.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

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