I was heartbroken and furious when I discovered my mother-in-law Linda and her friends had devoured my $1000 wedding cake. I couldn’t believe they would intentionally ruin my special day, leaving only crumbs behind. But I was determined to teach them a lesson, and hence, my revenge plan began to take shape.
“No way I’m paying.
It’s too expensive for something that tasted disgusting, JUST LIKE YOUR TASTE IN EVERYTHING,” Linda sneered, barely glancing at me.
I stood frozen in my living room doorway, grocery bags slipping from my hands.
I could feel the tears welling up as I took in the scene.
My beautiful wedding cake, the one I had saved for months to afford, was gone.
Only crumbs and a half-eaten slice remained on the table while Linda and her friends lounged on the couch, looking pleased with themselves.
“Linda, how could you?” I choked out as I approached the empty box. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“That cake was for my wedding, Linda!
It cost a thousand dollars!
How will I replace it so soon?” I asked angrily.
“Oh, please, Emily,” Linda rolled her eyes. “It was just a cake.
And honestly, it wasn’t even that good!”
“But it was important to me!” I snapped, tears streaming down my face.
“You had no right to touch it!”
“Get over it, Emily,” she said, waving her hand dismissively.
“You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a cake, and it’s not like you have good taste in anything anyway.”
Linda and her friends exchanged amused glances before slowly getting up.
“We’re leaving. But don’t expect any money from me,” she said smugly.
As they sauntered out, leaving a trail of crumbs and laughter behind them, I sank to the floor.
My shoulders shook with silent sobs.
The wedding was less than a day away, and now my beautiful cake was ruined.
Linda had never liked me because she wanted Alex to marry someone rich.
From the moment we met, her disdain was evident. She constantly found reasons to belittle and undermine me, criticizing my choices, style, and personality at every opportunity.
But this… this was too much!
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
I couldn’t let this ruin everything. I had worked too hard and come too far to let Linda’s spiteful actions destroy my wedding.
I wiped my tears and stood up.
First, I needed to call the bakery.
Maybe, just maybe, they could make another cake in time.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number, praying they’d have good news.
But I was met with disappointment.
No bakery was ready to take my order.
It was then that Sarah’s name popped into my head. I grabbed my phone and called her.
Sarah was not only my best friend and maid of honor but also an amazing baker. If anyone could help me, it was her.
“What?
How dare she?” Sarah exclaimed as I told her everything.
“Don’t worry, Emily, I’m coming over.
We’ll fix this, okay?”
When Sarah walked into my kitchen that afternoon, she immediately gave me a hug.
“We got this, Emily. Let’s make a cake even better than the original.”
We rolled up our sleeves and got to work.
Sarah took charge, giving me instructions and keeping me focused.
We mixed the batter, baked the layers, and whipped up the frosting. The kitchen filled with the comforting smells of vanilla and sugar, lifting my spirits.
“How are you holding up?” she asked as we started decorating the cake.
“I’m still upset, but I’m determined not to let Linda ruin this for me,” I replied, carefully smoothing the frosting.
“Thank you so much for helping me.”
“Of course, Emily.
That’s what friends are for,” Sarah said with a warm smile.
Despite the time crunch, we worked efficiently.
We piped flowers, added delicate details, and made sure every inch of the cake was perfect.
As the night wore on, exhaustion set in, but we pushed through. Finally, as the first light of dawn crept through the windows, we stepped back to admire our work.
The cake was beautiful, filled with love and care.
It wasn’t the same as the original, but it was even more special because Sarah and I had made it together.
“Emily, this cake is stunning,” Sarah said, wiping a smudge of frosting from her cheek. “Linda has no idea what she’s up against.”
I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence.
“You’re right.
I’m not done yet.
I’m going to teach Linda a lesson she’ll never forget.”
And then came the moment we were waiting for.
At my wedding reception, the new cake Sarah and I had made was set up, and it looked stunning. Guests mingled, chatting happily, but I noticed Linda watching me with a disappointed look.
She had expected a meltdown, not this.
Just before we cut the cake, I took a deep breath and stepped up to the microphone.
Alex stood beside me, and I felt a pang of sadness as I looked into his eyes. He loved his mother, and he had no idea what she had done to me, to us.
“Thank you all for being here today,” I began, my voice steady.
“I have something to share before we celebrate with this beautiful cake…”
The room fell silent, all eyes on me.
I signaled to the technician, who played the security footage I had hidden in my living room.
The video showed Linda and her friends eating the original cake and making snide comments about me.
Gasps echoed around the room as everyone watched.
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