30/10/2025
I sat beside Ethan, surrounded by smiling guests, believing this would be the happiest day of my life.
But I was wrong.
Suddenly, Patricia — my new mother-in-law — stood up, tapped her glass, and gave a sly smile. The room fell silent.
“I’d like to say a few words,” she said coldly.
I thought it would be a sweet toast… until her eyes locked on my parents’ table.
“You know,” she began, “it’s such a shame when people attend their own daughter’s wedding without paying a single cent for it.”
My mom’s face turned pale. My dad’s jaw clenched.
They’d raised five kids on modest salaries — and never once did I ask them for money. But Patricia just couldn’t resist the urge to humiliate them.
“Mom, stop,” Ethan muttered under his breath.
But she wasn’t done.
“No, no, it’s true!” she continued loudly. “Since our side paid for the wedding, I think it’s only fair if they leave. Maybe next time they’ll contribute instead of showing up for free.”
My stomach twisted. My mom whispered to my dad, and he stood — calm, but with tears in his eyes.
“If we’re not welcome here,” he said softly, “we’ll go.”
I turned to Ethan… and froze when I saw his expression.
Before my parents could take a single step, Ethan’s chair scraped loudly against the floor.
He stood tall, cleared his throat, and said,
“Wait. I have something to add to the toast…”
Patricia’s face turned white as chalk. ⬇️