Chapter 1

My wedding dress disappeared moments before the ceremony. Then I saw my mother-in-law walk out of the dressing room, wearing it.

"You might be younger than me, but this dress fits my figure better. I'll look more appropriate standing next to my son."

Her theatrics delayed our ceremony by thirty minutes.

I gently pointed out how inappropriate this was, suggesting people might misunderstand their relationship.

"Only dirty minds see dirt everywhere," my mother-in-law sneered.

My husband chimed in, "You’ll have children someday! Would loving your own child make you abnormal too?"

Fine. Do whatever you want. I'm done playing this game.

After the divorce, my ex-husband kept hounding me, begging me to come back.

The wedding ceremony was set to begin at noon, but I couldn't find my wedding dress anywhere.

My cousin, Jessica, who was in charge of the gowns, was practically in tears. "I just went to the restroom for a few minutes, and it was gone!"

I tried to calm her, saying maybe it was left in the wedding car or somewhere in the hotel.

My mom got all our family who were there to help search. Finally, the dress was found in the dressing room.

But it was on someone else.

The person wearing the wedding dress was my mother-in-law, Brenda.

Everyone present froze.

Brenda was almost sixty this year, but she maintained a slender figure. In the wedding dress, she truly didn't look sixty.

If she had on bridal makeup, some might even mistake her for the bride.

Seeing our stunned faces, Brenda twirled the skirt in front of the full-length mirror, a smug smile on her face. "I think this wedding dress suits me better. Look at this waistline, it fits me perfectly. Paired with Mark's tailored suit, it's an absolute match!"

As she said this, her eyes in the mirror met mine. I don't know if I was overthinking, but I saw a blatant challenge, a smirk in her eyes.

My mom stepped forward, smiling. "Brenda, you really do keep yourself in great shape. But today is a big day for the kids, and the ceremony is about to start. We should let them get ready."

"Go on," Brenda said grandly. "You don't need to stay with me, go do what you need to do."

How could we go? The main wedding dress was still on her.

It took a lot of pleading and cajoling to finally get her to take the dress off.

She was clearly unhappy and her movements were rough.

When the makeup artist and Jessica rushed to help me put on the dress, we found the underarm seam was ripped right open, a long, nasty tear.

The scheduled ceremony time had already passed by half an hour. With no other option, we had to hastily pin it up.

Just as I was about to walk down the aisle, we realized my veil was missing.

There was no time to worry about it. The makeup artist quickly placed a tiara as a substitute.

Ten minutes later, the stage lights dimmed, the music swelled, and I finally stood at one side of the stage with my husband, Mark.

I thought the wedding dress disappearing before the ceremony was just a small hiccup. But I never imagined that in the middle of the ceremony, Brenda would pull another one of her stunts.