Two years ago, my sister-in-law, Claire, destroyed everything I’d worked for. I was on the verge of becoming the youngest female partner at my law firm when she “accidentally” leaked confidential case notes from my laptop—costing me the promotion and my professional reputation. After that, we cut all contact. So, when her wedding invitation arrived, my stomach turned. Still, my husband begged me to go for the family’s sake. Their dress code required cream-colored outfits, which felt ironic for someone like Claire—someone who’d stained my career with deceit. That’s when the idea of payback began to form in my mind.

On the wedding day, I arrived wearing a stunning gown—ivory silk, floor-length, and just bridal enough to make heads turn. The whispers started immediately; guests were confused, and Claire’s forced smile began to falter. During the reception, I waited until the speeches. When my turn came, I stood, raised my glass, and thanked Claire for teaching me “how to survive betrayal and still come out stronger.” The crowd fell silent, realizing the truth buried in my words. As I walked out, leaving her perfect night unraveling behind me, I finally felt the justice she’d once stolen from me.