At my wedding, my mother-in-law called my shy mom “ugly,” and I couldn’t let it slide. My plan for revenge seemed perfect, but as the fallout began, I realized I might have crossed a line I couldn’t come back from.
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my veil for the hundredth time. My hands were shaking — nerves, excitement, who knows? Mom came up behind me, her eyes misty.
“You look beautiful, Sophia,” she said softly.
I turned to face her, taking in her simple dark dress. “Thanks, Mom. You look lovely too.”
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She fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “Are you sure it’s not too plain?”
“It’s perfect,” I assured her. “You’re perfect.”
Mom smiled, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She’d always been shy, preferring to blend into the background.
“Come on,” I said, linking my arm with hers. “Let’s go knock ’em dead.”
The ceremony was a blur. Michael’s eyes locked with mine as I walked down the aisle, and before I knew it, we were saying “I do.” As we turned to face our guests, I caught sight of my new mother-in-law, Vivian, in her extravagant, bejeweled gown.
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At the reception, I was floating on cloud nine. Michael and I made our rounds, greeting guests and accepting congratulations. I noticed Mom standing alone by the punch bowl, looking uncomfortable.
I made my way over. “Having fun?”
She nodded, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Of course, dear. Your dress is stunning.”
“Thanks, Mom. I — “
“Well, well,” a voice cut in. Vivian appeared, champagne glass in hand. “Evelyn, dear, that’s certainly an… interesting choice of attire.”
Mom’s cheeks flushed. “Oh, thank you. Your dress is lovely too, Vivian.”
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Vivian’s lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, well, some of us like to make an effort for important occasions.”
I opened my mouth to retaliate, but Mom squeezed my arm. “Sophia, why don’t you go dance with Michael? It’s your special day.”
Reluctantly, I left them, but kept an eye on Mom throughout the night. She seemed to grow smaller, retreating to the corners of the room.
***
The next morning, as Michael and I were having breakfast, my phone buzzed. It was my cousin, Jen.
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“Hey, how’s the newlywed?” she asked.
“Great! Though I’m exhausted.”
“I bet. Listen, I need to tell you something…”
As Jen recounted what she’d overheard at the wedding, my blood began to boil. Vivian had called my mother ugly? To other guests?
“I’m so sorry, Sophia,” Jen said. “I didn’t want to ruin your night…”
“No, I’m glad you told me. Thanks, Jen.”
I hung up and turned to Michael, my hands shaking with anger. “Your mother called my mom ugly at our wedding.”
His face fell. “What? Are you sure?”
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“Jen overheard her. Wow, I can’t believe this!”
Michael ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’ll talk to her, okay? She shouldn’t have said that.”
But I was already formulating a plan. “No, I’ve got this.”
I grabbed my laptop and pulled up the wedding photographer’s contact info. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I typed out a message:
“Hi, Rob, I have a special request for our wedding photos. Could you highlight any unflattering shots of my mother-in-law? Also, I was wondering if you could do some… creative editing to make her look worse in the photos?”
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I hit send before I could second-guess myself.
The photographer’s response came quickly: “Uh, sure. I can do that. But are you certain?”
“Absolutely,” I replied.
Michael peered over my shoulder. “Sophia, what are you doing?”
I slammed the laptop shut. “Nothing. Just… asking about the photos.”
He frowned, clearly not buying it, but let it drop.
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For the next few days, I was on edge, waiting for the photos. When they finally arrived in a shared folder, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Vivian, mouth open mid-shout at some poor kid. Another showed her with spinach in her teeth.
And in every photo, her wrinkles seemed more pronounced, her makeup slightly smeared.
I felt a twinge of guilt, but pushed it aside. She deserved this.
The phone rang, startling me. It was Vivian.
“Sophia!” she screeched. “What have you done to my photos?”
I feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”
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“Don’t play dumb with me! I look terrible in every single one!”
“Oh, that’s odd. I’m sure it’s just a mistake — “
“Fix it! Now.”
She hung up before I could respond. Michael walked in, his face a mask of concern.
“Was that my mother?”
I nodded. “She’s not happy with the photos.”
He sighed. “Sophia, what did you do?”
I told him everything — the request to the photographer, the edits. His face grew more troubled with each word.
“I can’t believe you did that,” he said finally. “I know what my mother said was wrong, but this… this isn’t right either.”
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Guilt gnawed at my stomach. “I just wanted to stand up for my mom.”
“I understand that, but there were better ways to handle it. We should go talk to your mom.”
An hour later, we were sitting in Mom’s living room. Her eyes widened as we explained what had happened.
“Oh, Sophia,” she said softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“But she hurt you, Mom! I couldn’t let her get away with it.”
Mom shook her head. “Honey, her words can only hurt me if I let them. And by retaliating, you’ve only given her more power.”
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Michael cleared his throat. “I’m so sorry for what my mother said, Evelyn. It was completely out of line.”
“Thank you, Michael. But it’s not your apology to make.”
We sat in silence for a moment before Mom spoke again. “Sophia, I appreciate you wanting to defend me. But this isn’t the way. We need to be better than that.”
I felt tears prick my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just… I love you so much, and it kills me to see anyone treat you badly.”
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She pulled me into a hug. “I know, sweetie. I love you too. But sometimes, the best revenge is living well and being happy.”
As we left Mom’s house, I felt somewhat ashamed, but also relieved. Michael squeezed my hand.
“So, what now?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. “Now, I guess I need to make this right. Even if your mom doesn’t deserve it.”
He nodded. “We’ll do it together.”
The next day, we invited Vivian over. She swept into our apartment, her face a storm cloud.
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“Well?” she demanded. “Are you going to fix those atrocious photos?”
I took a deep breath. “Vivian, I owe you an apology. I asked the photographer to edit those photos to make you look bad.”
Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury. “How dare you — “
“I’m not finished,” I cut in. “I did it because I found out what you said about my mother at the wedding. Calling her ugly? That was cruel and uncalled for.”
Vivian’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Michael stepped in.
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“Mom, what you said was hurtful. Evelyn is part of our family now, and she deserves respect.”
For a moment, I thought Vivian might explode. But then, something shifted in her expression.
“I… I suppose I may have been out of line,” she admitted grudgingly.
“We all were,” I said. “So maybe we can start over? I’ll have the photos fixed, and you could apologize to my mom?”
Vivian hesitated, then nodded. “I suppose that’s… fair.”
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. As Vivian left, Michael pulled me into a hug.
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“I’m proud of you,” he murmured.
I smiled into his chest. “Thanks. I just hope this is the beginning of something better.”
***
The next week, we all met for dinner — me, Michael, Mom, and Vivian. It was awkward at first, but as the night wore on, the tension began to ease.
I watched as Mom and Vivian cautiously found common ground, sharing stories about their children. It wasn’t friendship, not yet, but it was something.
As we said our goodbyes, Vivian pulled me aside.
“Sophia,” she said, her voice low. “I… I’m sorry. For what I said, and for how I’ve acted. You’re good for my son, and… well, I hope we can move past this.”
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I nodded, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. “I’d like that.”
As we drove home, Michael grinned at me. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I laughed. “No, I guess not. But let’s never do anything like this again, okay?”
He squeezed my hand. “Deal.”
I leaned back in my seat, thinking about the journey we’d been on. From a perfect wedding day to family drama and back again. It wasn’t easy, but maybe that’s what family was all about — the messy, complicated, beautiful reality of loving people, flaws and all.
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