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 just kissed his forehead and said, “You are so kind my grandson.”

When we arrived at the venue, Wendy spotted us right away. Her face didn’t twitch, but her eyes hardened.

She crossed the garden in quick steps and pulled me aside.

“Why is he here?” she hissed, low but furious.

“He’s here for his father,” I said, calm as ever.

“We talked about this,” she said. “You promised not to bring him.”

“I never promised,” I replied.

“You told me what you wanted. I never agreed.”

“I’m serious, Margaret,” she snapped. “He’s not supposed to be here.

This is not a children’s party. This is my day.”

“And he’s Matthew’s son,” I said. “That makes him part of this day, whether you like it or not.”

She crossed her arms.

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