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 say anything after that.

But something shifted in me.

Wendy didn’t just want a wedding, she wanted a curated life with no complications and no crayons on the floor. She didn’t want the reminder that Matthew had a life before her.

And Alex?

He was that reminder.

Still, Matthew didn’t push back. He never did.

So on the wedding day, I dressed Alex myself. He looked handsome in a tiny gray suit and navy tie.

I knelt to tie his laces and tucked a small bouquet into his little hands.

“I want to give this to Miss Wendy,” he whispered. “So she knows I’m happy she’s gonna be my new mommy.”

I almost told him not to. Almost told him to hold on to that flower for someone who deserved it.

But I didn’t.

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