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.
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.
