My MIL Sat Between Me and My Husband at Our Wedding Table – So I Taught Her a Lesson She Wont Forget!

The first real fracture happened before the ceremony even began. While I was getting ready, my cousin rushed in, visibly shaken. Caroline had arrived—but not in the agreed-upon navy dress. She was wearing a floor-length ivory gown. Lace. Nearly identical in tone to mine. She wasn’t attending the wedding; she was starring in it. When I saw her soaking up the attention, Ryan looked uncomfortable—but said nothing. Even at the altar, he stayed silent.

The reception was worse. She ignored her seat, clung to Ryan throughout cocktail hour, and finally crossed a line that snapped something inside me. During dinner, she dragged a chair across the dance floor and planted herself between us at the sweetheart table.

“You looked lonely up here,” she announced sweetly. “A mother should be beside her son today.”

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