10/08/2025
🕯 My fiancé's younger sister, Kara, has always been spoiled. Her parents catered to her every whim, and I didn't interfere because I loved her brother, Colin.
Kara had planned a wedding at a restaurant, but three days before the event, a pipe burst and the venue was unusable. Every other place was booked — it was peak wedding season.
Then Kara and her mom looked my way, at my yard. Kara clapped her hands together:
"This is perfect for my wedding! We only have 2 days. YOU DON'T OBJECT, DO YOU??"
I loved my house. I had worked for years to buy it before Colin. My yard was special: I painted the fence, laid a walkway, and planted roses in memory of my mom.
I agreed and went out of town to help Kara with her errands.
Two days later, I came home and froze.
My yard was DESTROYED. The fence was gone, the beds dug up, roots exposed. My mom’s roses had been cut down, stuffed into Kara’s arch, and scattered on tables.
Kara stood in the middle with a tablet and coffee.
"ISN’T IT BEAUTIFUL?" she exclaimed.
"IT'S SPACIOUS NOW! And the roses look great on the arch!"
I whispered, "You ruined my yard…"
She shrugged:
"OH, CALM DOWN! It's my wedding, and I'll do whatever I WANT!"
Colin added:
"WHY ARE YOU PANICKING? She can do whatever she wants. It's just flowers…"
But I didn't say anything. The wedding was tomorrow, so I didn't start kicking them out of my own house.
But on the wedding day, I brought my gift. I took out a big red box for her.
She tore open the wrapping, smiling.
Then her face turned pale, and everyone SUDDENLY FELL SILENT. ⬇️ Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All Comments 🗨️
