My Fiancé’s Mom Told Him to Leave Me for a Richer Woman—So I Invited Him to a ‘Farewell Dinner’ and Taught Them Both a Lesson

His mom thought I wasn’t good enough for her son, and he actually listened to her. Tyler called off our wedding because Mommy said I wasn’t “future material.” So, for our last dinner together, I decided to give them both a farewell they’d never forget.

Tyler had proposed in the most unglamorous, perfect way—on my balcony, tipsy from wine and takeout, grinning like a fool. I said yes before he finished asking. We were planning a quirky, low-budget wedding with a ramen bar and cosplay booth. It felt right—until I met Patricia.

At dinner, she played sweet. Complimented my hair, laughed at my stories, acted warm. But the moment Tyler left the room with her, she flipped the script. Ten minutes later, he told me she thought I was too childish, too poor, too into “cartoons.” And he agreed. He wanted to end things.

I said okay—but asked for one last dinner, just us. He showed up like it was a date. I fed him pasta, mousse, and handed him a velvet box with a goodbye gift: a free tattoo session with my friend Devon. The next day, Tyler got inked—without seeing the design first. Hours later, my Instagram post revealed the truth: “Property of Patricia — Mama’s Boy For Life.”

Now he’s stuck with it. And me? I’m with Devon now. Turns out revenge makes great foreplay.

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