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

Two weeks before the wedding, I invited Wendy over for tea. I thought maybe she just needed to understand what Alex meant to our family.

She arrived in a crisp white blouse, every detail perfectly in place, not a wrinkle to be seen.

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 tone even. “He’s five. And he’s Matthew’s son.”

She leaned back in her chair and said, “Exactly. He’s Matthew’s son, not mine.”

I stared at her, unsure I’d heard her correctly.

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