When my mom told me no one from Jeff’s side had arrived, I knew something was wrong. It was our wedding day — everything had been planned meticulously. But someone had gone out of their way to sabotage it.
I met Jeff three years ago at a housewarming party I almost skipped. My best friend Tara insisted I come to meet “someone special.” That someone was Jeff, standing by a bookshelf, joking about true crime novels. We clicked instantly, and within six months, we were inseparable.
Meeting his family was less magical. While his dad and sister were kind and welcoming, his mom, Melissa, barely concealed her disapproval. She made passive-aggressive remarks about my career as a graphic designer, compared me to Jeff’s ex Emma — a med student — and seemed determined to make me feel out of place at every opportunity.
Jeff always reassured me she’d come around. She never did.
So, I was shocked when Melissa suddenly wanted to help with the wedding — offering to handle the invitations for Jeff’s side. I hoped it meant she was trying to accept me.
A week before the big day, she called with “bad news”: the venue had flooded. But she’d already found a new location, supposedly prettier and available the same day. She insisted on informing Jeff’s side herself and said not to bother him — he was stressed enough.
I believed her.
The morning of the wedding, everything unraveled. My mom came in, panicked — Jeff and his family weren’t there. My calls went to voicemail. Finally, Jeff’s best man picked up and demanded to know where I was — they were all waiting at the original venue. Jeff was about to cancel the ceremony.
It hit me like a ton of bricks: Melissa had purposely sent us to different venues. She wanted to ruin our wedding. And she brought Emma to the venue, claiming my family didn’t show and this was a “sign from the universe.”
I called Jeff and told him the truth. He was stunned, then furious. “This ends today,” he said, jumping in his car.
Back at my venue, I explained to my family and friends what had happened. My dad was livid, but I refused to let Melissa win. I told everyone: we’re still getting married today.
When Jeff arrived, he was breathless but determined. We pieced together the full extent of Melissa’s deception — she’d taken his phone, kept his dad in the dark, and lied about everything. Just then, she showed up. With Emma.
Jeff confronted her. She claimed she was “saving him from a mistake.” He told her she was the mistake — and that she wasn’t welcome at our wedding.
The guests clapped. Emma left. Melissa stood there, stunned and alone.
Jeff turned to me and asked if I still wanted to get married.
I smiled through tears. “Even if I have to walk barefoot down the aisle. Yes.”
And we did — two hours late, with fewer guests, but with hearts more full than ever.
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