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

When it was time for the toast, I stood with my glass raised high.

“To Wendy,” I said, “the daughter I never had.

May she learn that families aren’t edited like photo albums. They come with history, with love, and with children who miss their mothers and just want a place to belong. And may she one day understand that marrying a man means marrying his whole life, not just the curated parts.”

There was a pause and a stunned silence.

Wendy blinked slowly, gripping her champagne glass.

Alex tugged at her dress.

“Auntie Wendy, you look so pretty,” he said softly. “I’m so happy you’re going to be my new mommy now.”

She didn’t answer but just nodded stiffly and patted his head like he was a dog.

He hugged her leg and handed her the flowers.

She took them with two fingers like they were wet laundry.

I saw it all and so did the camera.

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