Everything was perfect until something happened that turned the happiest day into a real nightmare. As my friends and I stood at the church entrance waiting for the ceremony to begin, a long black limousine suddenly stopped right in front.

Everyone turned to look, and my heart sank. The car door opened — and my mother-in-law stepped out. I froze: she was wearing a white wedding dress, a long veil, and holding a bouquet of white roses. It felt as if the ground had slipped away beneath my feet. And yet, she pretended to be surprised:

— Oh, you’re all here? How unexpected!

But her voice was so fake that everyone could see she had planned it all along. She didn’t even look at me, boldly walked past, and sat in the front row as if it were her own day.

I wasn’t just offended — I was furious. I was the bride, this was my day. Yet she turned it into a show of jealousy, trying to prove that her son belonged only to her. I noticed guests giggling, some looking at me with pity, which only made the pain worse. I clenched my teeth and thought: I will not stay silent.

After the ceremony, I decided to do something that would make her regret wearing that white dress. I walked up to her, holding a bottle of red wine. I opened it and, without a second thought, poured it all over her head.

The guests gasped, my mother-in-law screamed. I stared straight into her eyes and said:

— Remember, you’re no longer the one in charge of his life. Stop meddling in everything with your obsession for control. You look pathetic — an old woman in a wedding dress trying to prove she still matters. But know this: today is my day, and I will be by his side. As for you, you’re nothing but a laughingstock.

Her face went pale, she wanted to answer, but I cut her off:

— Take off the “crown” from your head. Your show is over.

Then I turned back to my husband. And the guests… they began to applaud.