My New DIL Screamed, ‘He’s Not My Child!’ and Banned My Grandson from the Wedding Photos—So I Stepped in to Show Everyone Who She Really Is

I didn’t see his name on the invitation, or a role for him. There was no mention of a suit or special photo.

Two weeks before the wedding, I invited Wendy to my house for tea. I thought maybe she just needed to hear it from me, what Alex meant to our family.

She showed up in a crisp white blouse, not a wrinkle on her, and everything about her was composed.

I asked gently, “So, what part will Alex be playing in the wedding?”

She blinked, set her cup down, and smiled.

“Oh.

Well… it’s not really a kid-friendly event,” she said casually.

“A wedding isn’t a nightclub, Wendy,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “He’s five.

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