I was heartbroken and furious when I discovered that my mother-in-law, Linda, and her friends had devoured my $1,000 wedding cake. I couldn’t believe they would intentionally ruin my special day, leaving only crumbs. But I was determined to teach them a lesson, and that’s when my plan for revenge began to take shape.
“No way am I paying. It’s way too expensive for something that tasted disgusting, JUST LIKE YOUR TASTE IN EVERYTHING,” Linda scoffed, barely looking at me.
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I froze in the doorway of the living room, with the shopping bags slipping out of my hands.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I contemplated the scene.
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My precious wedding cake, the one I had saved up for months to buy, had vanished. Only crumbs and a half-eaten slice remained on the table, while Linda and her friends relaxed on the sofa, looking content.
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“Linda, how could you?” I exclaimed as I approached the empty box. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“That cake was for my wedding, Linda! It cost a thousand dollars! How am I going to replace it so soon?” I asked angrily.
“Please, Emily,” Linda rolled her eyes. “It was just a cake. And honestly, it wasn’t even that good.”
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“But it was important to me!” I blurted out, tears streaming down my face. “You had no right to touch it!”
“Oh, come on, 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 at all.”
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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.
When they left, leaving a trail of crumbs and laughter in their wake, I sank to the floor. My shoulders trembled with silent sobs. The wedding was less than a day away, and now my precious cake was ruined.
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Linda had never liked me because she wanted Alex to marry a wealthy woman. From the moment we met, her disdain was obvious. She constantly found reasons to belittle and undermine me, criticizing my choices, my style, and my personality at every opportunity.
But this… this was too much!
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I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
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 away my tears and stood up.
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First, I had to call the bakery. Maybe, just maybe, they could make another cake in time. I picked up the phone and dialed the number, praying they had good news.
But I was disappointed. There wasn’t a single bakery willing to accept my order.
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That’s when Sarah’s name popped into my head. I picked up the phone and called her.
Sarah was not only my best friend and bridesmaid, but also an amazing baker. If anyone could help me, it was her.
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“What? How dare he?” Sarah exclaimed when I told her everything. “Don’t worry, Emily, I’m coming over. We’ll sort this out, okay?”
When Sarah came into my kitchen that afternoon, she immediately gave me a hug. “We’ll sort this out, Emily. We’ll make an even better cake than the original.”
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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 assembled the frosting. The kitchen filled with the comforting aromas of vanilla and sugar, which lifted my spirits.
“How are you doing?” he asked me when we started decorating the cake.
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“I’m still upset, but I’m determined not to let Linda ruin it,” I replied, carefully smoothing the frosting. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“Of course, Emily. That’s what friends are for,” Sarah said with a warm smile.
Despite the lack of time, we worked efficiently. We placed flowers, added delicate details, and made sure every inch of the cake was perfect.
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As the night wore on, exhaustion took hold, but we pressed on. Finally, when the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, we stepped back to admire our work.
The cake was beautiful, made with love and care. It wasn’t exactly like the original, but it was even more special because Sarah and I had made it together.
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“Emily, this cake is amazing,” Sarah said, wiping a smear 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 finished yet. I’m going to teach Linda a lesson she’ll never forget.”
And then the moment we had been waiting for arrived.
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At my wedding reception, the new cake Sarah and I had made was ready and looked stunning. The guests mingled, chatting happily, but I noticed Linda looking at me with a disappointed expression. I’d expected a meltdown, not this.
Just before cutting the cake, I took a deep breath and walked up to the microphone.
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Alex was beside me, and I felt a pang of sadness when I looked into his eyes. I loved his mother, and I had no idea what she had done to me, what she had done to us.
“Thank you all for being here today,” I began, my voice firm. “I have something to share before we celebrate with this beautiful cake…”
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The room fell silent, all eyes on me. I signaled to the technician, who played the security footage I’d hidden in the living room. The video showed Linda and her friends eating the original cake and making sarcastic comments about me.
Exclamations of astonishment echoed through the room. Linda’s face turned red and she looked around, desperate to escape!
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“I installed a camera because I knew Linda didn’t like it,” I explained calmly. “I’m sorry, Alex,” I added, turning to him. “I suspected she might do something to sabotage our wedding. I didn’t want to believe it, but I had to be prepared.”
The guests murmured in amazement, glancing between Linda and the screen. Linda’s friends tried to slip away, but all eyes were on them.
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“Despite this setback, we have a beautiful new cake thanks to my amazing friend Sarah,” I continued. “This day is for love and celebration, and I won’t let anything spoil it.”
But this wasn’t over. He had more things planned, and Linda had no idea what would come next.
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Suddenly, I saw Alex heading towards Linda, his face flushed with anger. He caught up with her just as she was trying to blend into the crowd.
“Mom, how could you?” Alex’s voice was loud enough to drown out nearby conversations. “You ate our wedding cake and tried to sabotage Emily’s big day? This is no joke!”
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Linda tried to laugh. “Oh, Alex, it was just a bit of fun. Nothing happened, right?”
“Nothing happened?” Alex raised his voice. “You ruined a thousand-dollar cake and caused Emily a lot of stress. This isn’t funny. It’s cruel.”
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The guests remained stunned silence, their eyes darting between Alex and Linda. I felt a pang of sympathy for Alex, for having to confront his own mother like this. But he had to.
Linda looked around, realizing she had no supporters in the room. She mumbled something that sounded like an apology, but no one was convinced.
Taking out my phone, I quickly sent a message to a waiter.
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With a smile, I watched as the waiter read my message and nodded in my direction.
Minutes later, the catering staff brought out a beautifully decorated cake, and I saw Linda and her friends eyeing it suspiciously.
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The waiters placed her on a separate table, away from the main dessert.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I announced, drawing everyone’s attention once again. “We have a special gift for a select few guests.”
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The waiters began serving slices of the polystyrene cake to Linda and her friends. Each slice came with a small, elegant note. When Linda took her slice, she read the note aloud: “For those with a truly bland appetite.”
Her face turned as red as a beetroot, and the room fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.
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Linda’s friends tried to hide their embarrassment, but it was too late.
Even Linda’s husband, William, burst out laughing.
She tried to suppress it, but she couldn’t help it. “Linda, you deserved it,” he laughed, shaking his head.
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“Emily, you’ve been brilliant,” said a guest, shaking my hand.
“He deserves it,” added another, nodding in approval.
William approached me with a serious expression, though I caught a hint of a smile. “Emily, I want you to know that Linda will be held accountable for her actions. This will not go unpunished.”
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“Thank you,” I replied, grateful for his support. “I appreciate it.”
As the guests continued cheering and celebrating, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Alex standing there, a proud but sad smile on his face.
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“You handled it perfectly,” she told me, pulling me into a hug. “It had to be done, but I’m sorry it came to this. I wish things were different. Mom shouldn’t have gone to such extremes.”
I returned the hug, feeling a wave of love and gratitude. “Thank you, Alex. For always supporting me.”
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The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, dancing, and joy. Despite everything, our wedding day had turned out better than I could have imagined, and I was glad that Linda’s antics couldn’t touch the happiness Alex and I shared.
What would you have done?
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