My Sil Destroyed My $2,000 Wedding Cake And Wore White To My Big Day. I Exposed Her Secret Affair To All 70 Guests In Retaliation. Was I Too Harsh For Ruining Her Marriage During My Reception?
The Three Strikes
Rebecca hated me from day one. When Tommy introduced me three years ago, she looked me up and down and said, “You’re not what I expected.”
What she expected was someone rich. Someone with connections. Someone who could elevate their family status. I was a teacher making $35,000 a year. Strike one.
Strike two was when I didn’t let her control our engagement party. She’d planned the whole thing without asking. Rented a country club, invited her friends, ordered catering. Surprise, she said, “I’ve handled everything.”
I canceled it all. Planned a backyard barbecue instead. She told everyone I was ungrateful.
Strike three was choosing my own wedding dress. She’d made an appointment at the boutique where her rich friends shop. Dresses starting at $10,000. I bought mine online for $300.
She told Tommy I was embarrassing the family. “She’s trying to make us look poor,” Rebecca complained. “What will people think?”
The wedding planning was war. Every decision I made, she tried to override. I picked roses; she ordered orchids. I chose a DJ; she hired a string quartet. I selected a photographer; she booked her friend who did her wedding.
Each time Tommy backed me. Each time Rebecca got angrier.
The Sabotage
The week before the wedding, she made her last attempt.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said at dinner. “Maybe we should postpone. Give you time to plan something more appropriate.”
“It’s planned,” I said. “Everything’s perfect.”
“Perfect,” she laughed. “A church basement reception. Grocery store flowers. That cake from some nobody bakery.”
The cake. Five tiers of vanilla and lemon, decorated with handmade sugar flowers. The baker, Mrs. Yun, had worked on it for weeks. It cost $2,000, our biggest expense. Rebecca didn’t know that. She assumed it was cheap because it wasn’t from her approved vendors.
Wedding day arrived. The ceremony was beautiful. Tommy cried when he saw me. Rebecca wore white. Not cream, not ivory. White. A designer dress that cost more than our entire wedding.
“I forgot about the color rule,” she said when people stared. “Oops.”
We took photos while the reception was being set up. Rebecca disappeared, saying she needed to fix her makeup. 20 minutes before guests would arrive for dinner, the coordinator pulled me aside.
“There’s a problem with the cake.”
The Destruction
I ran to the reception hall. The cake was destroyed. Not just damaged. Destroyed. All five tiers had been pushed over. Frosting everywhere. Sugar flowers crushed. Handwriting in the frosting: “Oops.” Rebecca’s signature move.
I stood there shaking. Tommy held me while I sobbed. My perfect cake, gone. His mother tried to comfort me.
“Accidents happen,” she said. “Rebecca said she saw some kids run through earlier.”
Rebecca appeared, fake concern plastered on her face.
“Oh no. What happened? This is terrible. Good thing it’s just cake, right? Not important in the grand scheme.”
That’s when the baker arrived with the backup flowers. She saw the destruction and gasped.
“Who would do this?”
She pulled out her phone.
“I should check the security footage. I set up a camera to do a time-lapse of the setup.”
My heart stopped. Rebecca’s face went white.
“Security footage? Oh yes,” Mrs. Yun said. “I always record setup for my portfolio. Let’s see what happened.”
