My Stepsister Demanded a Custom Cake from My Grandma – Then Tried to Return It Half-Eaten for a Refund

Then Jenna’s video played, where Kayla was feeding her boyfriend cake with a plastic fork. Someone had commented, “Best cake ever.” Another guy asked, “Where is this from?” Jenna replied, “Her grandma’s bakery—soooo good!”

There was complete silence.

Dad looked at Kayla, his mouth tightening. “Kayla, explain this.”

Her cheeks flushed red.

“That was before we realized…”

“Realized what?” I asked, folding my arms. “That you could eat half the cake and still get your money back?”

Susan looked visibly uncomfortable now. Her eyes flicked between Kayla and Grandma, then back to me.

“We agreed you’d pay because Evelyn only charged you for ingredients,” she said quietly. “This is embarrassing.”

Kayla’s expression shifted fast. She blinked hard, trying to summon tears.

“You always take their side,” she cried, chin trembling. “It was stale, Dad. Everyone was just being nice in the videos.

You don’t even know.”

Grandma stepped forward, hands trembling slightly but voice calm and clear.

“I’m 68,” she said. “I’ve baked more cakes than you’ve had birthdays. I made that cake with my hands and my heart.

I charged you what I pay at the store because I hoped we might be a family that supports each other. If you didn’t like it, you could’ve told me, kindly. But instead, you chose to embarrass me, to threaten me.

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