I was heartbroken and furious when I discovered that my mother-in-law, Linda, and her friends had devoured my $1000 wedding cake. I walked in with groceries to find only crumbs left, while they lounged on the couch, smug and unapologetic. “Too expensive for something that tasted disgusting,” Linda sneered. I was in shock—this cake was meant for my big day, something I’d saved up for, and now it was gone.

Linda had always disliked me. She wanted Alex to marry someone wealthy and constantly criticized my choices. But this was the last straw. I tried calling bakeries, desperate to replace the cake, but no one could help—until I remembered my best friend and maid of honor, Sarah. She rushed over and, together, we spent the night baking. We poured our hearts into it, and by morning, we had a stunning new cake.

At the reception, Linda watched me, clearly expecting a meltdown. But instead, I took the mic and played security footage of her and her friends destroying the original cake. The room gasped. Linda’s face went pale. I explained why I had installed the camera—because I suspected she’d try to sabotage our wedding. Alex was furious. “This isn’t funny. It’s cruel,” he told her in front of everyone.

Then came the final twist. I had a fake Styrofoam cake made just for Linda and her crew. Each slice came with a note: “For those with truly tasteless appetites.” The guests burst out laughing—even Linda’s husband couldn’t hold it in. William came over later and promised she’d be held accountable. That night, despite everything, Alex and I danced, laughed, and celebrated. Linda tried to ruin my wedding, but I turned the tables—and made the sweetest memory instead.