When my mom died, I kept her memory close — especially through a photo I planned to place at my wedding. My stepmom, Carol, had spent years trying to erase every trace of her, throwing away her things and belittling me whenever I talked about her. So when she saw my mom’s picture displayed at the reception, she marched over, shoved it off the table, and hissed that she was the “real woman of the family now.”
What Carol didn’t know was that I’d been investigating her for months. After noticing strange financial activity in my dad’s business, I hired a private investigator who uncovered that Carol had been stealing money, committing identity theft, and taking luxury trips with a man named Chad. I timed everything so the police would arrive at the wedding — exactly one minute after she smashed the photo.
The detective entered the room with officers, laid out the evidence, and arrested Carol on the spot in front of all our guests. She screamed that I set her up, but the truth was clear to everyone. My dad, devastated, picked up my mom’s broken frame and whispered that she would’ve been proud of me.
Carol is now awaiting trial. My wedding didn’t go as planned — it was better. I honored my mom, protected my dad, and finally exposed the woman who tried so hard to replace her. My mom’s photo stayed on the table the rest of the night, right where it belonged.
