Weddings are supposed to bring families together, not tear them apart. Mine should have been perfect… until my mother-in-law decided that money mattered more than love. She tried to throw my parents out because they “didn’t pay for it.” But karma had other plans, and the fallout was unforgettable.
It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life and the moment every woman dreams about — walking down the aisle in a white dress and marrying her prince charming.
Daniel and I stood at the front of the grand ballroom, our fingers intertwined, surrounded by crystal chandeliers and elaborate flower arrangements that screamed “money.” But then my mother-in-law Rosie decided to turn my fairytale into a nightmare.
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I should have known something was wrong when I saw Rosie’s face during the ceremony. While everyone else dabbed happy tears as Daniel and I exchanged vows, she sat rigidly in her front-row seat, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Even when Daniel kissed me and our guests erupted in cheers, she merely offered a tepid golf clap as if watching a mediocre performance at a county fair.
I’d seen that look before. It was the same expression she wore when we announced our engagement right before launching into a 20-minute monologue about how “some people” were only interested in the family fortune.
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The soft clink of metal against crystal cut through the cheerful dinner chatter. Rosie stood, her champagne flute held high, and her perfectly painted red lips curved into a predatory smile.
“If I could have everyone’s attention,” she trilled, her voice sweet as artificial sweetener. The room fell quiet, all eyes turning to her towering figure in designer floral silk. “I’d like to address something that’s been bothering me all evening.”
Daniel’s hand tightened around mine. “Mom, what are you doing?” he whispered, but she ignored him.
Her hawk-like gaze swept to the back of the room where my parents sat. “You know, I find it absolutely fascinating that some people think they can just show up to a wedding they haven’t contributed a single penny to.”
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My mother’s face drained of color, and Dad’s fork clattered against his plate.
“Mom, stop right now,” Daniel’s voice grew harder, but Rosie was in her element.
“I mean, really, when you think about it, isn’t it only fair that those who pay for the wedding get to decide who stays?” She took a delicate sip of champagne. “And since our family covered every expense, while others couldn’t manage to chip in anything at all… well, I think it’s time for certain guests to leave.”
The silence that followed was deafening. I felt my chest constrict, tears threatening to spill. But before I could speak, my father did something completely unexpected.
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“You know what?” he stood up, straightening his well-worn but immaculate suit jacket. “You’re absolutely right, Rosie. We’ll go. But first, if you’ll allow me one small moment?”
Rosie waved her hand magnanimously. “Oh, by all means, Jim. Take your parting shot.
Across the room, I caught my mother’s eye. Even now, she managed a small smile, mouthing the words she’d said to me countless times growing up: “Stand tall, baby girl.”
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From across the room, I could see several of Rosie’s country club friends exchanging uncomfortable glances. These were women who watched her reduce waiters to tears over wrong wine pairings and witnessed her “accidentally” spill red wine on a rival’s white designer dress.
But this was a new low.
My heart ached watching this scene unfold. To understand the weight of this moment, you need to know that Rosie had been making my life hell since the day Daniel first brought me home.
I still remember her first words to me: “Oh, how… quaint. A public school teacher? Daniel always did have a soft spot for charity cases. But marrying one…?”
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Daniel came from old money — the kind that built cities and had buildings named after them. Meanwhile, my dad fixed cars, and my mom helped kids find their next favorite book at the local school library.
We were comfortable but definitely not in the same tax bracket as the woman who had just publicly humiliated my parents.
When Daniel proposed, Rosie took over everything. She steamrolled every decision I tried to make about my wedding, from the venue to the napkin colors.
“Darling,” she said, inspecting my choices like they were contaminated, “let’s leave this to someone with… experience in elegant affairs.”
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She even “graciously” insisted on paying for everything, refusing my parents’ offers to contribute.
“Oh, don’t worry yourselves,” she said with that same saccharine smile. “It wouldn’t make much difference anyway. I want a grand wedding for my son. Not some cheap, average ceremony!”
But now, watching my father stand there with quiet dignity, I realized something was about to change.
“I never thought I’d say this,” Daniel murmured, “but I can’t wait to see what your dad does next.”
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The memory of that first meeting with Rosie still burns fresh in my mind. Daniel had squeezed my hand then too, whispering, “She’ll love you once she gets to know you.”
I’d tried so hard to win her approval. The cooking classes, the etiquette lessons, and even changing how I dressed. One afternoon, I overheard her on the phone: “At least she’s trying to better herself. Though you can’t completely wash away that middle-class stench.”
That night, Daniel found me packing my bags. “I can’t do this anymore,” I sobbed. “I’m not good enough for your world… for your mother.”
He took my face in his hands, his eyes fierce. “You’re my world. The rest is just noise.”
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In the months leading up to the wedding, Rosie’s behavior had grown increasingly erratic.
She “forgot” to include my parents in the rehearsal dinner invitations. She scheduled my final dress fitting at the same time as my bridal shower, then acted shocked when I chose the shower instead.
“Well,” she sniffed, “I suppose we’ll just have to hope the dress fits. Though with all those sweets at the shower…”
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Daniel finally confronted her after she tried to uninvite my college roommate from the wedding. “She’s a dental hygienist, Daniel,” Rosie protested. “What will the Vandermeres think?”
“I don’t care what they think,” Daniel shot back. “And if you can’t support us, you don’t have to come either.”
That shut her up for about a week, and the wedding preparations were underway.
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Now, back to the wedding…
Dad raised his glass, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that made my throat tight. “First, to my Katie. Your mother and I have always taught you that a person’s worth isn’t measured by their bank account, but by their heart.”
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small envelope. “We were going to wait until after the wedding, but given the… current situation, this feels like the perfect moment.”
My breath caught as he withdrew a key and a folded document.
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“You see, Rosie, while you were busy planning this lovely party, Susan and I were planning for their future. We’ve been saving since the day Katie was born. Extra shifts at the garage, Sue working summers, pinching every penny we could. And today, we’re giving them the DEED to their first home.”
The room erupted in gasps and whispers. Rosie’s champagne glass trembled in her grip.
“A house?” I whispered, tears finally spilling over. “Dad, you didn’t…”
“We did,” Mom stood up beside Dad, her voice stronger than I’d ever heard. “Every birthday when you asked why we couldn’t afford those fancy parties like your friends had? This is why. Every Christmas when we gave you books instead of the latest gadgets? This is why.”
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My father’s voice cracked as he continued. “When you were five, you drew a picture of your dream house. Three bedrooms, a big backyard, and a tree perfect for a swing. We kept that drawing all these years.” He pulled out a worn, folded paper from his wallet. “We found one just like it.”
Daniel stepped forward, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Sir, I don’t know what to say…”
Dad pressed the key into our hands. “Say you’ll build a beautiful life there. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
I looked at my mom then, remembering all the times I’d come home crying after another of Rosie’s cutting remarks. She always held me close and said, “Someday she’ll see what we’ve always known… that you’re worth more than all her fancy parties put together.”
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Rosie’s face turned an alarming shade of red. “A house?” she sputtered. “In what neighborhood? Surely not anywhere near —”
“Actually,” my mom cut in, “it’s three doors down from the country club. We know the Hendersons… lovely couple. They sold it to us at a very reasonable price. They said they’d rather have good neighbors than a higher offer.”
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The Hendersons — the same couple Rosie had been trying to impress for years, desperate for a country club board nomination.
“Oh, but this gets better,” a deep voice called from the back of the room.
Philip, Daniel’s father, stepped forward from the shadows. I hadn’t even known he was there. He and Rosie had divorced years ago, and she had explicitly forbidden him from attending the wedding.
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Rosie’s face contorted. “What are YOU doing here?”
“Watching karma finally catch up to you, dear.” He smiled, but there was steel in his eyes. “You see, everyone, there’s something else you should know. The actual arrangement was that I would cover the wedding expenses, while Jim and Susan focused on Katie and Daniel’s future. But Rosie here has been taking credit for my contributions… just like she’s been living off my alimony payments for the past two decades.”
Rosie’s face turned an interesting shade of purple that clashed spectacularly with her dress. “You… you…”
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“Me, me!” Philip mocked. “Maybe it’s time for you to leave, Rosie. Isn’t that what you wanted others to do?”
She stood there for a moment, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, before gathering her designer purse and storming toward the exit. The heavy doors slammed behind her with a satisfying thud.
In the silence that followed, someone started slow clapping. Then another person joined in. And another. Soon, the whole room was filled with applause and cheers.
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I hugged my parents tight, tears flowing freely now. “I love you both so much.”
Mom kissed my cheek. “We love you more, sweetheart. We always will.”
“Well,” Daniel grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist, “I guess this means we won’t have to house hunt during our honeymoon after all.”
The rest of the night was perfect, filled with dancing, laughter, and love. And the best part? The people who truly mattered were right there with us, exactly where they belonged.
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The remainder of the night felt like a dream. Even Rosie’s vacant seat seemed to glitter with karma’s satisfaction. Her half-empty champagne glass sat abandoned, a perfect red lipstick stain marking her last moments of social supremacy.
“You know,” Daniel’s cousin Miranda confided as we cut the cake, “Aunt Rosie’s been telling everyone she orchestrated this whole wedding herself. Called herself the ‘sole patron’ at last week’s garden club meeting. Guess that story’s dead now.”
“Along with her social calendar,” Daniel’s Aunt Amy added with a wicked grin. “The Ladies’ Auxiliary Board meets tomorrow. Can’t wait to hear her explain this one.”
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The dancing was in full swing when I noticed Daniel in an intense conversation with his father. Philip wiped his eyes, pulling his son into a fierce hug.
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you both from her more. I thought keeping the peace would be better, but I was wrong. So wrong,” Philip said.
“Dad, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”
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As we left the reception that night, Daniel’s dad pulled me aside. “You know what the best revenge is, Katie?”
I shook my head.
He smiled, watching Rosie’s empty chair. “Living well. And thanks to your parents, you two are off to a fantastic start.”
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I Served a Rich Couple on a Plane, Next Day My Mom Introduced Me to Her Young Fiancé from the Same Plane — Story of the Day
Kristi tended to a rich couple in business class who were very affectionate with each other. The next day, she was shocked to discover the same man engaged to her mother. Kristi knew she had to act, but had no idea what she was about to unleash.
High above the clouds in the business class part of a commercial plane, Kristi, in her crisp flight attendant uniform, walked the aisle with practiced grace.
She stopped by a couple nestled by the window, absorbed in their private world. The man, in a sharply tailored suit, presented a small velvet box to the woman, whose eyes lit up like the 4th of July.
As he opened it, a delicate necklace gleamed, its stones scattering prismatic colors across their seats. Kristi’s eyes widened, and she paused her rounds for a second.
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“May I, my gorgeous Isabella?” the man whispered to his companion, excitement coloring his voice. The woman nodded, her cheeks blushing as she lifted her hair for him to clasp the necklace.
“That’s a lovely shade of lipstick,” the woman said, turning her attention to Kristi with a warm smile.
Flustered and touched, Kristi touched her lips. “Thank you, it’s my favorite,” she replied, stuttering at being caught snooping.
The man smiled up at Kristi, offering her a generous tip. “Thank you for making this flight special,” he said sincerely.
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“It’s my pleasure. Enjoy your journey together,” Kristi responded, her heart fluttering as she moved on, the couple’s joy lingering in her mind.
***
The next day was her only day off that weekend, and Kristi had promised to visit her mother. Upon arriving, the older woman grabbed her arm and introduced her to Edwin, her new fiancé.
Except, he was none other than the man from the plane who had given another, younger woman a beautiful diamond necklace. Kristi’s shock froze her, but she schooled her expression.
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kristi. Your mother has told me so much about you,” Edwin said smoothly, offering his hand as if they had never met.
“Nice to meet you too,” she replied cautiously, playing along for her mother’s sake.
Edwin then took over the kitchen, whipping up a meal with the flair of a seasoned chef. “It’s my way of showing care,” he explained, serving dishes with ease.
As they ate, Edwin regaled them with stories from his travels, yet he only responded vaguely when Kristi probed further into his past.
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It only made things worse, but she wasn’t sure what to say to her mother. Could she be wrong about him?
After dinner, Kristi decided to take her mother outside, hoping the air would clear her mind.
***
The cool breeze of the terrace was exactly what she needed before asking some tough questions. “Mom, what do you really know about Edwin?” Kristi asked carefully.
“He’s wonderful. A billionaire, a diamond tycoon’s son. He’s shown me such a glamorous life,” her mother replied, eyes shining. “We’ll be married in just a few days!”
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“Mom, I know this is going to sound strange, but I swear I saw him on a recent flight with another woman, now suddenly he’s with you and getting married,” Kristi pressed.
Her mother frowned. “Why are you lying? Can’t you be happy for me? Edwin loves me. You just don’t want me to be with another man after your father’s death.”
“That’s not it! Doesn’t his quick move seem odd?” Kristi argued.
“Odd? No, it’s romantic. You’re too young to understand. Edwin is all about love,” her mother shook her head.
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Kristi sighed. “Mom, please think about it. He could be a scammer. That act on the plane… he’s like a Casanova.”
“Scammer? Kristi, that’s ridiculous. Edwin is a good man!” her mother defended.
“I just don’t want to see you lose everything to a man we barely know,” Kristi said, desperately trying to make her understand.
But at that moment, Edwin appeared, drinks in hand.“Ladies, let’s celebrate,” he said cheerfully, and Kristi’s mother excused herself for a second.
Kristi frowned at Edwin once they were alone and couldn’t hold back any longer.
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“How can you manipulate my mother’s feelings?” she demanded, exposing everything she saw him doing on the plane.
Edwin’s smile faltered. “Kristi, I only want your mother’s happiness. No need for hostility.”
She scoffed and poured a drink over his head. “You think you’re clever, but I see through you. I won’t let you hurt my mother,” she declared firmly. “You’re a fraud!”
Her mother appeared, and her eyes bulged at the orange slice that was still dripping from Edwin’s face. “Kristi, how could you? Edwin, I’m so sorry…”
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Edwin reassured her. “It’s alright. Let’s not let this ruin our evening.”
Kristi’s frown deepened as her mother tended to the scammer, and she realized there was no way to win that night. Still, she knew she had to prove Edwin’s true nature to protect her mother.
It would just take some time.
That’s when she remembered an important detail from the day of the flight where she saw Edwin…and Isabella.
***
Kristi paced outside the airline office, gathering her courage before entering. At the front desk, a cheerful representative greeted her. “Good morning! How can I assist you today?”
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“I need to see the passenger list from my last flight. It’s important,” Kristi said, stumbling over her words.
“That’s confidential. May I ask why you need it?” the representative asked, her brow furrowing.
Kristi tried to hide her nervousness as she said, “A passenger left something valuable. I want to help return it.”
“Okay, I can’t show you the list, but I can help if you give me more details,” the representative said, leading Kristi to a private office.
Once seated, Kristi explained that a passenger named Isabella lost her jewelry and was talking about it as they disembarked.
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The representative confirmed the Lost & Found department had received Isabella’s missing item report, and they had, in fact, found the jewelry.
“Could I return it to her myself? It might mean more coming from someone who was on the flight,” Kristi asked.
After signing a release form, Kristi received Isabella’s jewelry and contact details. She called the strange woman, arranging to meet the next day in a hotel lobby.
***
Kristi approached Isabella, the same woman Edwin was affectionate with on her last flight, in a beautiful hotel coffee shop and was recognized immediately.
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“You were the flight attendant on my last trip, weren’t you?” Isabella asked, surprised.
“Yes, that was me. It’s a small world.”
Kristi went right into it, telling her about Edwin, her suspicions, and everything else she knew. The young woman frowned, frustrated.
“I knew something was off. Edwin asked me for a large sum of money for an emergency. I trusted him, and I’m supposed to meet him soon to give it to him,” Isabella revealed, leaning back and crossing her arms.
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Kristi told her that was their chance to expose him. “We can set up a scenario to catch him. We’ll record everything. I’ll disguise myself; he won’t recognize me,” she planned.
Isabella agreed, and they spent the next hour devising their strategy, focusing on every detail and potential reaction from Edwin.
As Kristi left the coffee shop, she felt nervous but resolved. The plan was set, and together, they were going to save her mother.
***
In a dimly lit upscale restaurant where Isabella had arranged to meet Edwin and give him the money he asked for, the young woman waited, twirling her wine glass.
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Meanwhile, Kristi was disguised as a waitress and watched from across the room as Edwin entered confidently and greeted Isabella.
“Isabella, my dear, sorry to keep you waiting,” he said, sitting down.
Kristi approached their table to take their order, and Isabella played along perfectly, suggesting they celebrate with red wine.
“Excellent choice,” Edwin agreed, keeping his eyes on Isabella. Kristi quickly brought the wine, her heart racing with each step.
“That’ll be all, thank you,” Edwin said, looking only briefly at Kristi. It wasn’t enough to notice who she was. His attention quickly turned back to his date.
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As they sipped their wine, Isabella suggested that instead of giving him money, she could give him a gift, something more tangible like jewelry as he had been so generous to give her diamonds.
Intrigued, Edwin pulled out his phone to show her some options, from Cartier and Rolex watches to designer clothes.
As soon as his phone was on the table, Kristi saw her chance. She pretended to refill their wine glasses and accidentally spilled some on Edwin’s shirt.
“Damn it! My shirt!” he exclaimed, jumping up in irritation.
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“It’s just an accident, Edwin. Let’s not make a scene,” Isabella calmed him, giving Kristi a discreet nod.
Kristi apologized profusely, then hurried away, claiming she needed to fetch club soda and napkins.
She had swapped Edwin’s unlocked phone during the commotion with a temporary decoy, and rushed to the restroom to check the real phone.
After searching for a few minutes, Kristi discovered Edwin’s active dating profile and flirtatious messages similar to those he’d sent her mother.
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Not the undeniable proof she hoped for, but troubling all the same. Therefore, Kristi started typing a message, making a last-ditch effort to trap Edwin.
Suddenly, a knock startled her. “I know you’re in there with my phone! Come out now!” Edwin shouted from outside.
“I’m calling the police!” he declared, his voice stern and urgent.
Kristi stood, phone in hand, heart pounding. She opened the stall door to face Edwin in a tense standoff. He lunged for the phone, but Kristi dodged him.
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“Stay back!” she warned, her back against the cold restroom wall.
“Give me my phone, or you’ll regret it!” Edwin cornered her, his hand reaching out. Kristi screamed, hoping someone would come to her aid and bracing for what might happen next.
***
In a sterile police station, Kristi sat under the cold glare of fluorescent lights.
“You’re lucky Mr. Edwin hasn’t pressed charges,” a stern officer warned, “Consider this your only warning.”
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Kristi nodded, her voice small. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“Good intentions don’t always lead to good actions,” the cop replied before walking away.
Just then, her mother burst through the doors, her face etched with disappointment. “Kristi, this isn’t the daughter I raised,” she declared, her voice thick with emotion.
“Mom, I was trying to protect you from Edwin,” Kristi explained, looking down.
“Protect me by breaking the law?” her mother retorted sharply. “You’ve gone too far.”
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An officer intervened. “Mr. Edwin had filed a restraining order. Any further actions will lead to arrest.”
Kristi closed her eyes, but her mother didn’t give her any reprieve.
“I don’t want to see you anymore. Learn from this. Goodbye, Kristi,” the older woman said before leaving.
***
Kristi returned to the same hotel where she had met Isabella and sat at the lobby bar. While nursing a stiff drink, Isabella slid next to her.
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“I heard about what happened. I’m sorry,” she sighed, linking her fingers on the bar surface.
“Thanks,” Kristi said, half-smiling. “But before everything went down, I changed Edwin’s password on the dating site.”
“That’s brilliant,” Isabella responded, intrigued. “We can use that. Let’s warn the other women.”
Kristi laughed as they logged into Edwin’s dating profile together, crafting many messages to alert his targets.
“Beware of Edwin. He’s not who he claims to be. Protect your heart and your wallet,” Kristi typed steadily.
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Their initial laughter faded into a determined silence as they saw how far this man would go to scam women off their one.
It was late at night when Isabella closed her laptop and squeezed Kristi’s hand.
“And just think, what we’ve started tonight is only the beginning. Edwin has no idea what’s coming for him. Wait until the wedding—it’s going to be unforgettable!”
***
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city chapel as Edwin, clad in a sharp black tuxedo, prepared to marry Kristi’s mother.
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However, he didn’t know that today was the last time he would ever get away with his Casanova scam.
Kristi watched from the trees, her heart pounding as the ceremony began. Suddenly, an unusual murmur spread through the crowd.
Heels clicked on the floor as one woman, then another, and dozens more converged at the chapel. All were women Edwin had deceived.
A woman in a bright red dress yelled, “Scammer!” Her voice cut through the ceremony’s solemnity.
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Edwin frowned, his confusion turning to horror as he recognized her and others.
“He’s a liar!” shouted another.
“You won’t get away with this!” added a third.
The ceremony descended into chaos. One woman smashed a piece of the wedding cake into Edwin’s face, covering him with cream.
He started fleeing down the aisle, but a guest tripped him, sending him sprawling into a flower bed.
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The women swarmed, using handbags, shoes, and floral arrangements to exact their vengeance, shouting accusations.
The police eventually intervened, clearing the crowd and leading a disheveled Edwin away. As calm returned, the chapel buzzed with hushed conversations and occasional sobs.
Kristi stepped out from her hiding spot just as her mother exited the chapel, tears falling from her face. The older woman shook her head at her and got into a car.
Her mother was too proud to admit she was wrong. But Kristi would wait and give her enough time to grieve. In the meantime, she would make sure Edwin felt the full extent of the law.
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