On the day before my wedding, I discovered my $8,700 dress had been sabotaged by my sister-in-law, Beth. As the truth unfolded amid the ceremony’s joy, an unexpected confrontation and a secret recording revealed Beth’s shocking motive, leaving the outcome of my wedding day hanging in the balance.
I stood in front of the mirror, anxiety churning in my stomach. My wedding dress, the one I had dreamt about for years, had looked perfect in the bridal shop. Now, hanging on my bedroom door, encapsulated in a fine white crepe, it felt surreal.
“Grace, how’s your dress looking?” Jack called from downstairs.
“Almost dressed!” I shouted back, my hands trembling as I smoothed the fabric.
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Beth, my soon-to-be sister-in-law, had offered to alter my dress for free weeks ago. Her reputation as a skilled seamstress preceded her, yet something about her offer felt off. But with our wedding budget maxed out, I accepted.
“I still can’t believe Beth is doing this for you,” Mom had said, with skepticism in her voice.
“Yeah, it’s very generous,” I had replied, masking my doubts.
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I slipped into the dress and began to zip it up, but something felt wrong. The bodice was misshapen, seams gaping. The delicate lace was crudely cut, threads hanging loose. My excitement turned to horror.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, tears welling up.
“Grace, what’s wrong?” Jack asked from downstairs, concern in his voice.
“The dress is ruined,” I choked out, trying to hold back sobs.
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“What do you mean? Let me see. I want to check it myself,” he said, starting up the stairs.
“No, Jack, you can’t. It’s bad luck to see the dress before the wedding.”
“Are you sure? Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks,” he insisted, stopping at the door.
“It is. It’s destroyed. How could she let this happen?” I said, my voice breaking.
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“Are you sure it wasn’t a mistake?”
“No,” I said to myself as much as to Jack, my voice barely a whisper. “This isn’t just an accident. She butchered it.”
Jack’s voice softened. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We have to.”
I called Beth, hands trembling. “Beth, what happened to my dress?”
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“What do you mean?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“It’s destroyed. How could you let this happen?”
“Grace, calm down. I’m sure it’s not that bad. Maybe you’re overreacting.”
“I’m not overreacting. It’s unwearable.”
“Look, I’ll come over and fix it.”
“No, Beth. You’ve done enough.”
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I hung up, fury and despair warring within me. How could she do this? I thought of our strained conversations, her snide remarks. It all made sense now.
“I need to call my mom,” I said, my voice shaking.
Jack’s voice was firm through the door. “We’ll get through this, Grace. We won’t let her ruin our day.”
My parents arrived soon after, shocked and saddened by the state of the dress.
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“We’ll find a way,” my mom said, although her eyes reflected my own doubts.
The next few hours felt endless, filled with a whirlwind of emotions and desperate attempts to find a solution. The following day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
As dawn broke the next day, I resolved to expose Beth’s deceit. She wouldn’t get away with this. Not on my wedding day.
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I decided to take matters into my own hands. I couldn’t let this ruin my wedding day. With no other choice, I rushed to the nearest bridal shop and bought a new dress. It wasn’t my dream dress, but it would have to do.
The wedding preparations went into overdrive. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of fresh flowers. I slipped into my new dress, feeling both nervous and determined. The memory of the destroyed dress still stung, but today was my day.
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The guests arrived, their curious glances lingering on my gown. I spotted Beth among them, her eyes widening in shock. She quickly masked her reaction, but I saw the flicker of anger.
As the ceremony proceeded, we gathered for the official photos. My family lined up for the “all-family photograph,” everyone smiling for the camera. Beth stood beside me, her smile rigid. The photographer positioned us, urging us to hold our smiles.
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“Grace, why didn’t you wear the dress I altered for you?” Beth muttered through clenched teeth, her smile never wavering. “Do you not appreciate all the hard work I put into it?”
I kept my smile fixed, my voice low. “Beth, the dress was unwearable. It was completely ruined.”
“Ruined?” Beth hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. “I spent hours on that dress! You obviously don’t value my effort.”
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“Beth,” I said calmly, though my insides churned, “since you thought the altered dress was so well done, why don’t you wear it to your own wedding? Consider it my gift to you.”
Beth’s face turned a deep shade of red, but she held her smile for the camera. The photographer finally snapped the picture, everyone relaxed, and Beth stormed off to find space among the crowd of onlookers with Adam, her fiancé.
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I turned to the wedding videographer, who had been capturing candid moments. “Could you film over there?” I asked, pointing to Beth and Adam. “I want to remember everything about today, even the behind-the-scenes moments.”
The videographer nodded and moved closer to them, his camera discreetly in hand. A little while later, he approached Jack and me inconspicuously. “I think you’ll want to see this,” he said, showing us the footage on his camera.
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The video audio revealed Adam asking Beth, “Why are you so upset? Getting an $8,000 wedding dress for free is great news!”
Beth’s response was a low, bitter hiss. “No, I tried my best to make it ugly, and now it’s mine, she gave it to me. What am I supposed to do with a ruined wedding dress?”
My heart raced as I processed the confession. I turned to Jack, feeling both vindicated and saddened. He squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with support.
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“We need to show this to everyone,” Jack said.
We moved to the vestry to sign the marriage register, the minister guiding us through the formalities. The room was small, intimate, filled with family and close friends. The air felt thick with tension and anticipation.
The videographer positioned himself carefully, ready to capture everything. As the minister handed me the pen, I took a deep breath. “Before we continue, there’s something everyone needs to see,” I announced, my voice steady, and with a nod at the videographer.
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The videographer played the recording. Adam’s voice filled the room, asking Beth why she was upset about getting an expensive dress for free. Her response, full of frustration, was clear: “What am I supposed to do with a ruined wedding dress?”
Gasps filled the vestry. My family stared at Beth in shock, their disbelief turning to anger. Adam stepped away from Beth, his face a mask of confusion and humiliation.
“Beth, how could you?” my mom whispered, her voice trembling.
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Beth’s eyes darted around, but she found no support. “I just… I wanted a dress as nice as that for myself, but there’s no way in hell my family could afford it,” she muttered, her bravado crumbling.
“I’m so sorry, Grace,” my dad said, his voice heavy with regret. “We should have believed you.”
“It’s okay, Dad,” I replied, feeling a wave of relief.
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The minister cleared his throat, bringing us back to the moment. “Shall we proceed?” he asked gently.
With a renewed sense of solidarity, we signed the register. The burden of Beth’s betrayal was lifted, replaced by the warmth of family and friends who stood by us.
Beth stood alone, her reputation in tatters. As we left the vestry to continue the celebration, I glanced back at her, feeling a sense of closure.
Despite the drama, Jack and I enjoyed our wedding day, surrounded by love and support. The ordeal had made us stronger, more resilient.
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What would you have done?
Simple Man Learns Everyone at Career Day Thinks He’s Rich & Decides to Play Along – Story of the Day
For Will, Career Day was a chance to spend more time with his son Kevin and strengthen their bond. However, when he arrived at the school, he realized his son was ashamed of him. Will’s honest work as a garbage truck driver wasn’t enough for Kevin, so he decided to play along with his son’s lie.
Late in the evening, the sound of the front door creaking open echoed through the quiet house. Will stepped inside, his shoulders slumped and his boots dragging slightly on the floor. His face was smudged with dirt, and the faint scent of oil and metal lingered on his clothes.
Leslie, sitting on the couch with a folded laundry basket beside her, looked up as he entered. She set the basket aside and walked over, her expression calm but tired.
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“You’re late again…” she said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.
Will sighed and dropped his work bag near the door.
“I know… sorry. One of the garbage trucks broke down, so I had to cover their route. Couldn’t leave it undone, and—well, you know—we could use the extra money.”
Leslie nodded, folding her arms.
“I understand. But I’m worried about Kevin…”
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Will straightened slightly. “What’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”
“No, school’s fine,” she replied, shaking her head. “But he barely sees you anymore. You’re working so much, and I’m not sure he understands why.”
Will’s expression softened. “I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry, Les. Everything I do, I do for his future.”
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Leslie smiled gently, placing a hand on his arm. “I know, dear. I know.”
Will knocked gently on Kevin’s door, letting his knuckles barely tap against the wood.
The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the heater. He pushed the door open slowly, peeking in with a playful grin despite the heavy bags under his eyes.
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“Hey, kiddo! How are you?” he asked, his voice soft but warm.
Kevin sat cross-legged on his bed, a book in his hands, though it didn’t look like he was reading it.
“Hi, Dad. I’m fine,” he said without looking up.
“Not asleep yet? Got a few minutes to chat?” Will stepped inside, his voice teasing but gentle.
“Sure…” Kevin set the book down reluctantly and glanced at his father.
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Will sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
“How’s school? Everything going okay? No fights with your classmates or anything?”
Kevin shrugged. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
Will raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Fine? Come on, you can give me more than that.”
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Kevin smirked a little but stayed quiet.
“Oh!” Will said, sitting up straighter. “I almost forgot—tomorrow’s Career Day at your school! I’ll take the day off to come. Don’t worry, I won’t miss it.”
Kevin’s face fell slightly, and he looked away.
“You don’t have to, Dad…” he said softly.
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Will tilted his head, watching his son carefully.
“I want to,” he said firmly. “Don’t worry about it. For you, I’ll always make time. Now get some rest, buddy. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
Kevin hesitated, then mumbled, “Goodnight.” He turned onto his side, facing the wall.
Will reached out, lightly ruffling Kevin’s hair before standing.
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He paused at the door, glancing back at his son with a faint smile, then quietly closed the door behind him.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windshield as Will drove Kevin to school. Will had traded his usual work uniform for a navy suit and tie, a combination that felt unfamiliar and stiff.
Kevin sat silently in the passenger seat, his face turned toward the window. His fingers fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, and his usual chatter was replaced by a heavy quietness.
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Will glanced at him, the silence too loud to ignore. “What’s wrong, kiddo?” he asked, keeping his tone light.
Kevin shrugged but didn’t turn away from the window.
“I don’t feel well. I don’t want to go to school today,” he muttered.
Will frowned, his eyes darting between the road and his son.
“Come on, you’re fine. Are you nervous about something?”
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“No…” Kevin replied softly, his voice trailing off.
Will didn’t push.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay,” he said, though he couldn’t help but wonder if Kevin was hiding something.
When they arrived at the school, Kevin hesitated before opening the door.
Will waited, his hand resting on the gear shift, watching his son wrestle with some unspoken emotion.
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Finally, Kevin sighed, pushed open the door, and got out. Will followed, his concern lingering like a shadow.
Inside the classroom, rows of parents sat in folding chairs at the back while the children clustered together at their desks.
Will found a seat, adjusting his tie as he scanned the room. The atmosphere buzzed with chatter and excitement.
A tall man in an expensive suit approached Will, offering a polished smile. “You must be Kevin’s dad, right?”
Will nodded. “Yes. How’d you know?”
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“Our boys are friends. Your son talks a lot about you and your work,” the man said, crossing his arms.
“Really?” Will said, eyebrows rising. “I didn’t think he was that interested in what I do.”
The man chuckled. “Well, he’s proud of you. Told everyone you own a waste recycling business.”
Will froze. “A recycling business?” he repeated, the words sticking in his throat.
“Yeah! Or did I get that wrong?” The man tilted his head. “Kids exaggerate sometimes. You know how it is.”
Will’s stomach tightened. He wasn’t a business owner—he drove a garbage truck. Admitting that now would mean exposing Kevin’s lie.
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The image of his son’s anxious face flashed through his mind, and the thought of Kevin being humiliated in front of his peers was too much to bear.
“Yeah,” Will said finally, forcing a smile. “I’m not used to people knowing about it. I usually keep work stuff private.”
The man nodded, seemingly satisfied, and walked away.
Will’s chest felt heavy, but he tried to shake it off as the teacher stepped to the front of the room.
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“Next, let’s hear from Kevin’s dad,” she announced, motioning for him to come forward.
Will stood, smoothing his suit nervously as he walked to the front. He glanced at Kevin, who sat stiffly, staring at his desk.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Will, Kevin’s dad. As some of you already know, I own a waste recycling business,” he said, his voice steady despite the knot in his stomach.
Kevin’s head shot up, his eyes wide with relief. A small smile crept across his face as he looked at his father.
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The children leaned forward, listening intently, and the parents nodded approvingly—all except the man in the expensive suit, whose expression soured.
Will smiled through it, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. For now, he had protected Kevin, and that was what mattered most.
After the presentations, the classroom was abuzz with chatter. Kevin stood near his desk, surrounded by a group of classmates. They grinned and chattered excitedly.
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“Your dad’s job is so cool!” one kid said.
“Yeah, owning a recycling business? That’s awesome,” another added.
Kevin smiled faintly, but his eyes kept darting toward the back of the room.
Will sat alone on a bench, his hands resting on his knees, staring at the floor. Something about his posture—a mix of exhaustion and quiet sadness—made Kevin’s chest feel tight.
Excusing himself from the group, Kevin walked over to his dad. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
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“Dad… about your job…” Kevin’s voice was soft, almost unsure.
Will looked up, his tired eyes meeting his son’s.
“It’s okay, son,” he said gently. “I hope everything went better than you expected. I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends. I’m sorry my job isn’t… prestigious. I really try my best.”
Kevin shook his head quickly. “Dad… your job is awesome. You’re awesome.”
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Will raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint, skeptical smile. “Then why did you tell everyone I’m a business owner?”
Kevin looked down, fidgeting with the strap of his backpack.
“It was Rob,” he admitted quietly.
“He’s always bragging about his dad selling cars and how much money he makes. I… I lied. I said you owned a recycling business. Then everyone started talking about it, and I didn’t know how to take it back. I didn’t want to look stupid.”
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Will nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful.
“It’s okay, son. I understand,” he said after a moment. “And who knows? Maybe I’ll make that lie true someday. Maybe I can start my own business.”
Kevin stared at his dad, his guilt giving way to a sudden determination. Without another word, he turned and strode back toward the front of the classroom.
“Listen, everyone!” Kevin’s voice rang out, loud and clear. The chatter stopped, and all eyes turned to him. Will’s heart skipped a beat as he watched his son.
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“My dad drives a garbage truck!” Kevin announced, his voice steady.
The room went silent. Kids stared at Kevin, some whispering to each other, others wide-eyed. Even the parents stopped their conversations.
Kevin straightened his back and continued, his voice unwavering.
“He’s not a business owner, and he’s not the richest, but I don’t care! I love my dad. He loves me and my mom, and I’m proud of him!”
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For a moment, the room stayed quiet, and Kevin held his breath.
Then, one of the parents applauded. Slowly, others joined in.
Soon, most of the parents were smiling and applauding as well—except Rob’s father, who sat stiffly, his face sour.
Kevin turned back to his dad, beaming.
“I love you, Dad. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
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Will’s throat tightened as tears pricked at his eyes. He stood, pulling Kevin into a hug.
“Thank you, son. I love you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
In that moment, Will didn’t care about titles or appearances.
His son’s love and pride were more than enough.
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