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

“Well, don’t expect me to include him in photos or seat him at the reception. I’m not going to pretend he’s part of something he’s not.”

I could feel my nails digging into my palm. But I smiled.

“Of course, dear.

Let’s not cause a scene.”

Except… I already had one planned.

You see, weeks earlier, I’d hired a second photographer. He wasn’t part of the official vendor list.

He was a friend of a friend, introduced as a guest. His job wasn’t to shoot centerpieces or choreographed dances.

His job was to capture the moments Wendy didn’t see or didn’t care about.

He caught Alex reaching up for Matthew’s hand. Matthew holding him close and brushing dust from his jacket.

A shared laugh and a whispered word. All the little signs that said: This child belongs here.

He also caught Wendy. The way she stiffened whenever Alex approached, how her eyes narrowed when he laughed too loudly, and the way she wiped her cheek after he kissed it.

After the ceremony, I brought Alex up for a photo with his father.

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