On the day of Mabel and Adam’s wedding, they’re stuck in a limousine as they crawl along the freeway, thanks to traffic. Instead of keeping her mother’s guests entertained, Mabel’s daughter, Amanda, takes over the wedding, stealing the limelight. Will Mabel retaliate at the wedding or just let Amanda learn her lesson another way?
Weddings are supposed to be magical, right? An entire day dedicated to the culmination of love, months of planning, and a chance to stand with your person, promising to be with them forever…
That was the dream, at least, until my daughter Amanda turned it into an absolute nightmare.
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Sigh.
It started with traffic, of course. My fiancé Adam and I were stuck on the freeway in our limousine, trapped in a sea of brake lights thanks to an overturned truck miles ahead. We weren’t too worried about the traditions. We were both married before, so seeing each other before the ceremony was the least of our concerns.
“Time, please, Ben?” I called through the intercom for our driver.
A couple sitting in a limousine | Source: Midjourney
“It’s difficult to say, Mabel,” he said. “But I’m trying to gap in whenever I can! I will get you and Adam down the aisle!”
We were definitely going to be late.
“Love, call Amanda,” Adam said, his jaw tight as he tapped on the seat. “Tell her to sort out the guests, just get the band going and keep people entertained.”
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I dialed my daughter, already feeling the pressure. She picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said the moment she answered. “We’re stuck in traffic. There has been an accident, so everything is at a standstill. Can you make sure everything’s running smoothly at the venue? We’ll be about 30 minutes or so. Adam said to get the band playing.”
“Of course, Mommy!” Amanda chirped, her voice syrupy sweet. “Don’t you worry about a thing other than getting here. I’ve got everything else handled. Be safe!”
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I exhaled, letting her assurance calm my nerves. But not ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was my sister, Jess.
Her voice was frantic.
“Sis, you have to come here now! It’s Amanda, she…” her voice trailed off before the call cut off.
“She’s what?” I muttered, immediately redialing, but it went straight to voicemail. A heavy pit settled in my stomach, but there was nothing we could do except crawl forward in the traffic.
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“What do you think Jess meant? What do you think is going on?” I asked Adam after filling him in.
“Oh, honey,” he said. “Honestly, I’m sure Amanda picked up a mic and is trying to sing with the band.”
When we finally pulled up to the venue half an hour later, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Amanda stood on the steps, her face glowing as she held a bouquet of ivory roses. She was in a wedding dress. It was white and simple, but it was definitely a wedding dress.
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Our photographers swarmed around her, cameras clicking as she posed with a dazzling smile. And next to her stood Kyle, her boyfriend of barely a year, looking dazed and uncomfortable in a suit.
I felt my heart stop.
“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, storming up the stairs.
Amanda turned to me, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.
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“Oh, Mommy!” she gushed. “I’m so sad you missed the ceremony! It was lovely!”
My jaw dropped.
“My ceremony? You had my ceremony? You stole my ceremony? Amanda, are you out of your damn mind?”
“Well,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her dress. “I thought since you were late, we couldn’t let the time go to waste. Everything was already set up, and the officiant needed to get going. You know how much I hate delays. So… I married Kyle!”
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The audacity of it left me speechless. My beautiful ceremony, the one Adam and I had dreamed of and planned for months… it was all gone. It had been hijacked by my own daughter.
“You’ll get married another day!” she chirped, as if she hadn’t just crushed my heart. “Now, Kyle and I are going to do the final walk down to the reception hall. The guests are going to throw the rice and confetti. Do you want to join?”
I shook my head.
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Adam came up behind me, his face a mix of fury and heartbreak. He had spent so much time trying to bond and build a relationship with Amanda that I knew her behavior had broken his heart, too.
“Say the word, love,” he said. “Say the word, Mabel, and I’ll shut this down right now.”
I looked at Amanda, the girl I raised, who was now staring at me with infuriating smugness. My fists clenched. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight her, to take back what she had stolen.
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But I exhaled slowly.
“She’s still my daughter,” I muttered to Adam. “Don’t. I’ll teach her a lesson another way.”
The reception was a surreal experience. Amanda flounced through the room, acting like the star of a fairy tale, completely oblivious to the devastation she’d caused.
My family and friends came around between courses, asking what had really happened.
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“Mabel, we thought it was your wedding, dear,” my aunt said. “You were supposed to get your happy ending. What is this about Amanda getting married? We didn’t know that she was even seeing someone!”
“I don’t know, Aunt Joy,” I said. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”
When dessert rolled around, Amanda even had the nerve to cut into the cake we’d ordered, complete with the beautiful sugar flowers.
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Jess pulled me aside at one point, her eyes blazing.
“That daughter of yours pulled my phone away while I was talking to you. And then she locked me in the bathroom during the ceremony! I couldn’t do anything else about it! Why didn’t you stop her when you got here?”
“Because,” I said, a smile curling my lips. “Revenge is best served cold.”
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The real kicker came later that evening. Amanda knocked on our hotel room door, smiling as if nothing had happened.
Adam and I were sitting on the bed, eating our way through the room service dessert menu.
“So,” she said, leaning against the cupboard in the room. “Kyle and I need your tickets to Chile for the honeymoon. I mean, there’s no point in you guys using them after all.”
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Adam froze. I swear, I saw his hand twitch toward the night light like he was ready to throw it.
But I smiled, keeping my voice calm.
“Of course, sweetie. You can have the tickets. You and Kyle deserve some fun.”
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Amanda squealed, hugged me, stole a strawberry from one of the plates, and let herself out.
“What the hell, Mabel?” Adam asked. “Really? She’s taking our honeymoon too? We worked so hard for all of this. Our wedding, our honeymoon, all of it. And for what? For Amanda to behave like a brat?”
“I know you’re upset,” I said. “But honey, trust me. She’s going to learn a lesson. Two days from now, you’ll see.”
An upset man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney
And just like clockwork, Amanda phoned two mornings later, her voice anything but cheerful.
“How could you do this to me, Mom?!” she screamed.
I smirked, cradling the phone to my ear.
“Amanda, darling, is something wrong?”
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“Wrong?” she shouted. “You gave me tickets to the Arctic! We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, freezing, and there’s nothing to do!”
I bit back a laugh. The tickets had been for Chile, technically. But they were only a layover on the way to our real destination: an Arctic expedition. Glacier hikes, frigid waters, and polar bear sightings.
It was our dream trip. But Amanda? She hated the cold. Luxury resorts and tropical beaches were more her style.
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Classic Amanda. She had never bothered to check the full itinerary.
“You asked for the tickets, Amanda,” I said.
“But what must I do?” she whined.
“You’re a married woman now. Figure it out.”
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She hung up on me, already muttering a series of curses. And I couldn’t stop grinning.
Meanwhile, Adam and I made new plans. My sister and our closest friends rallied together to throw us the most beautiful wedding celebration at Jess’s house a week later.
They handled everything, from catering to decorations, and it was even more perfect than I could have imagined.
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This time, Amanda wasn’t invited. And do you know what made everything so special? The gifts.
Since Amanda had hijacked my original wedding, all the presents went to us. A brand-new espresso machine, luxury linens, and an all-expenses-paid spa weekend from Adam’s older brother.
It was like karma had gift-wrapped itself for us.
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When Amanda found out, she had another meltdown.
“Mom, you stole my wedding gifts?” she shouted over the phone. “Everything was supposed to be left at the wedding venue until we got back from our honeymoon.”
“I think you should stop talking,” I said.
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“Mom, you ruined everything for me!” she cried. “I can’t believe you stole my damn gifts.”
“Amanda,” I began, laughing. “Your gifts? You stole my wedding. Consider this a fair trade.”
Adam, at the espresso machine, doubled over and laughed.
As for Amanda’s new marriage to Kyle?
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From what I hear, it’s already on the rocks. Jess told me later that Kyle looked downright miserable during the wedding ceremony. And I had seen that for myself during the reception. He had avoided Adam and me completely.
“That boy’s in for a rough ride with her,” Jess said when she came over for tea and cake a few days later.
Amanda might have stolen my fairy-tale wedding, but her happily-ever-after was already on thin ice.
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As for Adam and me? We’re better than ever. We did go on our Arctic honeymoon, and it was breathtaking.
Some lessons, I guess, are best learned the hard way. Amanda might never admit it, but I like to think she’s realized that entitlement comes at a cost.
And if not? Well, let’s just say I’ll always have the satisfaction of knowing she outsmarted herself.
Karma, after all, has a way of evening the score.
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My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s loud and bubbly, but also the type of person who craves the spotlight. And because of that, our entire family gave her the attention she wanted. It made more sense to shine the spotlight on Sarah, rather than ourselves.
When Michael and I got engaged after being together for four years, my whole family seemed genuinely excited for me.
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Sarah even got all of our girl cousins together, along with my best friends, for a night out. Ending in an Airbnb where we continued the party, because I was the first of us to get engaged.
During that night out, Sarah came up to me, a glass of champagne in her hand.
“Jess! I have a great idea!” she said.
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“What?” I asked. “What do you want to do?”
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I Found an Envelope in My MIL’s First Aid Kit – She and My Husband Had an Agreement Behind My Back
My mother-in-law’s “helpful” visits after my baby’s birth seemed innocent until I discovered an envelope hidden in her bathroom. What’s worse, the emails inside and legal documents revealed a betrayal that I never saw coming.
I sat in my living room, staring at the mess of baby supplies while my five-month-old son Ethan napped in his swing. Ruth, my mother-in-law, stood in front of me with her perfect posture and concerned smile.
A woman in her 60s smiling while standing in a messy living room full of baby stuff | Source: Midjourney
“Why don’t you all stay at my house for a few days?” she suggested. “I have plenty of room, and you clearly need the support, dear.”
Before I could respond, Nolan jumped in. “That’s a great idea, Mom.” He turned to me, his expression pleading. “It will be good to have some help for a while. And Ethan will be in good hands.”
I wanted to say no. Ruth had been all up in our business since Ethan was born, always showing up unannounced or offering to take him to her house so I could “rest.” At first, I was thankful.
A tired-looking woman in her 30s holding a crying baby in a messy living room | Source: Midjourney
I was beyond exhausted from sleepless nights and juggling everything as a new mom. I didn’t even notice how overbearing she had become.
“You know, when I was raising Nolan, we did things differently. The right way,” she’d say while reorganizing my kitchen cabinets without asking. “Babies need structure, dear. They need experienced hands.”
As the weeks went by, Ruth grew more intense. She even converted her spare bedroom into a full nursery, complete with a crib, changing table, and rocking chair. She also bought duplicates of all of Ethan’s favorite toys.
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When I mentioned it seemed excessive, she just laughed. “Oh, Emma, you can never be too prepared! Besides, Ethan needs a proper space at Grandma’s house.”
Now here she was, suggesting we stay at her place. Nolan and her both stared at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.
I couldn’t fight them. I was just too tired. “Sure,” I mumbled. “A few days.”
So we crashed at my mother-in-law’s place for the night, and at exactly 7:30 a.m. the next morning, she was in the guest room doorway.
A woman smiling while standing at a doorway with her hands clasped | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, good morning! It’s the perfect time to get our sweet little pumpkin up. Have you fed him yet? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” she chirped.
Trying not to groan, I rose from the bed and walked out of the guest room while she fussed around in the nursery. The surroundings only made me feel worse. Her house was far from welcoming to me.
I always felt like an intruder there. The living room was immaculate, like a museum where nothing was meant to be touched. Family photos covered the walls, mostly of Nolan at various ages, with Ruth front and center in each one.
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I should’ve been grateful that we had help from family. Ruth was experienced and organized like no one else in the world. But I just couldn’t shake how uncomfortable this whole situation made me.
Before I reveal what happened next, I will say that you have to trust your intuition, especially after you become a mother. But hindsight is 20-20, right?
Looking back, all the signs were there. Ruth’s constant presence and her subtle criticisms wrapped in sweet concern were red flags. I just hadn’t put all the signs together yet, or I didn’t see how anyone could try to do something so… malicious.
An angry woman with her arms crossed in a messy kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Anyway, Ruth fed and got Ethan back to sleep almost straight away. It was still early, so she managed to convince Nolan to go grocery shopping.
Meanwhile, I had developed a pounding headache, so once they were gone, I went into Ruth’s bathroom to look for some painkillers. That’s when I saw a manila envelope shoved in the back of her first aid kit.
Weird. Why would there be an envelope in a medicine cabinet? It felt extremely out of place. Curiosity got the best of me, so I grabbed it.
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I’m glad I peeked inside, although I would always advocate for other people’s privacy. In this case, though, the universe was telling me to do it.
Because as soon as I realized what I was reading, my blood ran cold. The envelope contained notes and documents that Ruth had carefully prepared. After putting all the puzzle pieces together, the intent was clear: she wanted to take Ethan from me.
The words “Custody Proceedings” jumped out in a particularly wordy set of papers stapled together. I realized with horror that these had been issued by an actual law firm.
A set of legal papers that say “Custody Proceedings” | Source: Midjourney
Aside from that, the notes mentioned my every movement concerning chores and mothering duties:
“Emma sleeping while the baby cries – 10 minutes (photo attached)”
“House in disarray during surprise visit”
“Mother seems uninterested in proper feeding schedule”
All this time, while she was pretending to help, Ruth had been building a case against me. Photos I never knew she’d taken showed me at my worst moments: exhausted, crying, and overwhelmed.
A horrible image showed me breaking down on the back porch the one time I thought no one could see me.
A worried woman standing on the porch of a house | Source: Midjourney
But the real punch to the gut came from the email thread with a family lawyer.
“As discussed, my son Nolan agrees that his wife Emma is unfit to be Ethan’s primary caregiver,” Ruth had written. “She’s too tired to argue, which works in our favor. Soon, Ethan will be where he belongs: with me.”
My husband was involved in this too. I couldn’t even understand how or why. We were struggling, but we were doing fine for first-time parents.
A shocked woman holding papers while standing in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney
My first instinct was to rip everything to shreds or set it on fire right there in her pristine bathroom. Instead, I took out my phone with trembling hands and photographed every single page. I needed evidence.
I had just returned to the living room when Nolan and Ruth came back from their grocery run. My whole body shook with rage as I pulled out the envelope and slammed it on the dining table.
“What is this?” I demanded.
Nolan’s face went pale. “Where did you find this?”
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Ruth rushed in behind him. “Now, Emma, let me explain. This is all for Ethan’s well-being.”
“His well-being?” I laughed, but it came out more like a sob. “You mean your well-being. You’ve been planning this for months, haven’t you?”
“Emma, you have to understand,” Nolan stammered. “It was just a precaution, in case you didn’t get better.”
“Better?” I turned to him, my voice rising. “Better from what? Being a new mom? How could you? Were you really going to let your mother take our son?”
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Nolan’s next words destroyed whatever was left of our marriage.
“Come on, Emma,” he sighed. “I don’t think we thought it through when you got pregnant. We’re too young for this. You don’t even pay attention to me anymore. Having Mom raising Ethan just makes sense, and we can focus on ourselves.”
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you that selfish? You don’t get enough attention, so you plot to take MY BABY from me?!”
“Emma, don’t yell,” Ruth scolded me. “You’ll wake the baby. You see? You’re too emotional to be a mother. Focus on being a good wife first, and then, we can talk about some visits.”
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I had no more words, though my feelings raged like never before. If I were a dragon, I would’ve burned down her house. But I took a deep breath, focusing on sounding cool and collected when I finally spoke.
“You won’t get away with this.”
With that, I ran to the nursery where Ethan was still sleeping, scooped him up, and headed for the door. Ruth tried to block my path.
Baby sleeping in a crib | Source: Pexels
“Emma, you’re being hysterical. You can’t take this child! We’ll call the police!” she threatened, reaching for Ethan.
I pulled away from her. “Don’t you dare touch him!” I grabbed the diaper bag and my purse. “Call the police and I’ll tell them how you tried to rob a mother of her child! We’ll see who they side with!”
At the door, I turned back and gave my soon-to-be ex-husband a scorching glance as I said, “Stay away from us.”
With that, I left that house and drove straight to my friend Angelina’s house as carefully but as quickly as I could. Luckily, Ethan slept peacefully in his car seat, unaware that his whole world had just shifted.
Baby strapped to a car seat | Source: Pexels
That night, after crying on Angelina’s shoulder and putting Ethan to bed in her spare room, I started making calls. I found a lawyer who specialized in family law and emailed her the photos I’d taken of Ruth’s documents.
The next few weeks were brutal. It was a bunch of legal meetings and court appearances that only made my anxiety skyrocket. Luckily, the police never got involved.
But Ruth and her lawyers tried to argue that she was just a concerned grandmother. She was probably not expecting my representative to use all the gathered notes and photos to prove that her intentions were nothing but manipulative.
An older woman sitting in court with a serious expression | Source: Midjourney
Also, when questioned, Nolan acted like a baby, confessing to doing everything his mother wanted. Once the judge heard that, he understood the truth.
So, Ruth didn’t just lose any chance at custody, but she also got slapped with a restraining order at my lawyer’s insistence. She can’t come within 500 feet of me or Ethan.
I filed for divorce from Nolan one week after custody was settled. The agreement gave him only supervised visitation rights. He didn’t even fight it. He probably knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on after everything that happened before.
Court papers for marriage dissolution | Source: Pexels
Now, Ethan and I are back in our house, making it our own again. To get rid of the painful memories, I painted the walls with new colors, rearranged all the furniture, and got my life together.
Sometimes I still get tired, but what mom doesn’t? Also, it’s much better now that I’m not dealing with a useless husband and a scheming mother-in-law.
And when my days seem endless, I remember Ethan’s sweet smile staring up at me, his momma, and that’s all I need to keep going.
A woman smiling while holding a laughing baby | Source: Midjourney
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