My Brother’s New Girlfriend Wore My Wedding Dress To My Dad’s Birthday. She Claimed She Was Pregnant With My Husband’s Baby. How Do I Stop This Lunatic?

The Breakdown

The evidence just kept stacking up, and Rachel’s face got redder and redder. Kyle looked like someone had punched him in the stomach. He stared at Rachel and his voice came out rough and angry.

“What the hell is going on?”

Rachel’s whole body language changed instantly. Tears started streaming down her face and she turned to Kyle with her hands reaching for him.

“Dean pursued me first! I swear I tried to resist but he wouldn’t stop. Your family is ganging up on me because they don’t want us to be happy together.”

She actually said that with a straight face while wearing a copy of my wedding dress. Kyle pulled away from her reaching hands and looked at Dean, then at mom, then back at Rachel like he couldn’t figure out what was real anymore.

My dad had been silent through all of this, just standing by the birthday cake with candles still smoking. He cleared his throat and everyone turned to look at him.

“Rachel, I need you to leave my home now.”

His voice wasn’t loud or angry, just firm and final. Rachel didn’t move, just stood there crying and shaking her head. Dad walked over to the phone on the wall, the old landline my parents still kept, and picked up the receiver.

“You have two minutes to walk out that door or I’m calling the police.”

That’s when Rachel’s whole act fell apart completely. The tears stopped like someone flipped a switch, and her face twisted into something ugly and mean. She started screaming at the top of her lungs about how we were all jealous.

She screamed about how Dean and she had a connection none of us could understand, how she knew they were meant to be together and we were trying to keep them apart. She was still wearing that white dress that looked exactly like mine from my wedding.

The whole scene felt like watching someone have a breakdown in slow motion. Kyle moved toward her and grabbed her arm, not rough but firm, trying to guide her toward the door. She spun on him so fast I thought she might hit him.

“You were just a placeholder,”

She spat the words right in his face.

“I only dated you to get close to Dean. You were never anything more than a way to meet him.”

Law Enforcement Intervenes

The look on my brother’s face made me want to grab Rachel myself and throw her out. Before anyone could do anything else, our doorbell rang and then someone knocked hard on the front door. Dad went to answer it and two police officers walked in, looking around at all of us standing there in this frozen, horrible moment.

Our neighbor, Mrs. White, called about screaming. One officer said,

“Is everything all right here?”

Rachel’s face changed again instantly, back to crying and scared. She pointed at all of us and told the officers we were attacking her, that she came to a family party and we all ganged up on her for no reason.

The officers looked at the situation, at Rachel in her white dress, at the rest of us clearly dressed for a birthday party, at the cake still sitting on the table. One officer asked if we could all step outside and talk calmly. Dean held up his phone before anyone moved.

“I have evidence of three months of stalking and harassment.”

He started showing the officer his screen, swiping through blocked numbers, saved text messages, screenshots of Rachel showing up at his gym and workplace. I jumped in and explained the whole pattern.

I explained how Rachel dated my brother just to get access to Dean. How she’d been following him and texting him constantly even after he blocked her repeatedly. The officers took statements from everyone while Rachel stood there getting quieter and quieter.

When they finally spoke to her directly and asked for her side, she just kept insisting Dean had pursued her first, but she couldn’t show any proof. The officers looked at Dean’s phone full of evidence, looked at all of us giving consistent stories, and looked at Rachel standing there alone in a wedding dress at someone else’s birthday party.

They told Rachel very clearly that she needed to stay away from our entire family, that if she contacted any of us again or showed up anywhere near us she’d be arrested for stalking and harassment.

Rachel walked out to the police car with one officer following her while the other stayed to get our contact information. The second officer told us to call immediately if she contacted any of us again and handed Dean a card with a case number written on the back.