
Falling in love felt perfect—until his family turned my life upside down. His mother didn’t think I was good enough and made it her mission to prove it. Secrets, lies, and a test of trust pushed me to my limit. I had to decide if love was enough to overcome everything against us.
If I had known what my future mother-in-law would be like, I would have told Dean to introduce us at the wedding. At least then, I would have been prepared for her icy glares and sharp comments.

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But not everything in life can be predicted, so I met Martha even before Dean and I got engaged.
Saying she hated me would be an understatement—she saw me as completely unworthy of her son. I was nothing like his ex-wife, Kate.
Yes, Dean had been married before. They divorced after she cheated on him with his cousin, who also happened to be his best friend—or rather, his former best friend.

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That whole situation was a mess I couldn’t imagine surviving. Thankfully, there were no children involved.
I don’t know how I would have handled that added layer of complexity. Still, the fact that Martha stayed in touch with Kate, despite everything, was enough to make me question myself.
But I was lucky with Dean. He was the best man I had ever met—kind, patient, and fiercely loyal.

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He loved me, supported me in every way, and I loved him just as deeply. The rest didn’t seem to matter as much.
That evening, we had a rare date night planned. A cozy dinner at a nice restaurant followed by a movie.
We’d both been so busy lately that it felt overdue. Just as I was putting on my earrings, a knock at the door interrupted us. I frowned. We weren’t expecting anyone.

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“I’ll get it,” I called to Dean, heading to the door. When I opened it, there she was—Martha. Her piercing gaze scanned me up and down.
“Oh, where are you all dressed up for?” Martha’s voice had an edge as sharp as her stare. No hello, no smile, no warmth. Then, as if to twist the knife, she added, “Off to seduce someone else’s husband?”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Dean and I are going on a date. Was there something you needed?” I kept my tone steady, though my patience was already wearing thin.

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“I just wanted to have dinner with my son,” she said, crossing her arms. “Is that so unreasonable?”
“Sorry, but we already have plans for tonight,” I said, standing my ground.
“Plans can be changed. A mother is more important than any plan. You should know that if you were a proper daughter-in-law. Kate always made time for me,” Martha said, her voice rising with every word.

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I clenched my jaw and looked away, too drained to keep up this argument.
“Who’s at the door?” Dean called from the bedroom.
“Darling, it’s me,” Martha called out sweetly, her tone shifting entirely.
Dean walked into the room, frowning when he saw her. “Mom, why didn’t you call first? We already have plans.”

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“Yes, Alice told me that,” Martha said, ignoring his concern. “But I haven’t seen you in so long. I thought I’d drop by.”
“I visited you last week,” Dean replied firmly.
“A mother can’t miss her son?” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air.
“She can, but we’ve already made plans,” Dean said. “I’ll come visit you soon.”

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Martha glared at me as if I’d personally insulted her. “This is all her doing! She’s turning you against me!”
Dean sighed. “Alice hasn’t said a word. Mom, please, no drama.”
Martha turned to me, her eyes blazing. “You’ll pay for this!” Then, she stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls seemed to shake.
“I’m sorry about that,” Dean said, wrapping his arms around me.

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“It’s okay. Thank you for standing up for me,” I said softly, kissing him.
A few days after the incident with Martha, I was at home after work, sorting through wedding plans scattered across the table.
The list of tasks felt endless, but I was determined to make everything perfect. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
For a moment, I thought Dean must have forgotten his keys again. Then I remembered—he’d planned to visit Martha after work. Curious, I walked to the door and opened it.

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There stood Martha. She brushed past me without a word and walked straight into the house.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice firm.
“How polite of you,” Martha said with a sarcastic smirk. Her tone dripped with disdain.
“You didn’t even say hello,” I pointed out, crossing my arms.

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“I don’t see the need to greet someone like you,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing.
I clenched my jaw but kept my tone steady. “Why are you here? Dean went to see you after work.”
“Oh, yes,” Martha said, her smirk widening. “It just so happened that Kate dropped by for tea, so I left them alone. They deserve a second chance.”

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Her words hit me like a slap. “What did you do?” I asked, my voice shaking with shock.
“Let’s be honest, Alice—you’re not right for him,” she said, stepping closer. “His perfect woman is Kate. I know it, Kate knows it, and deep down, Dean knows it too. He just needed a reminder.”

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I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see how much she rattled me. “This is crossing every line. I understand you don’t like me, but Dean and I are getting married in two months. I love him, and he loves me. You have no right to decide who’s best for him. And honestly, do you really want your son to go back to a woman who cheated on him with his cousin?”
Martha scoffed, waving off my words. “People make mistakes. Kate still loves Dean and regrets what happened. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

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I shook my head, done with the conversation. “I’ve had enough. I’m calling Dean.”
“You can try, but I took his phone,” she said smugly, her arms crossed.
“You’re unbelievable,” I said, turning toward the door. She stepped into my path.
“If you don’t move, I’ll call the police and report that I’m being held against my will,” I replied, pulling out my phone.

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“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, but I was already dialing.
“911, what’s your emergency?” the dispatcher asked.
“Hello—” I started, but Martha lunged forward, snatching the phone from my hands and ending the call.
Fuming, I pushed past her and opened the door. As I walked to my car, she screamed after me, calling me a witch who was ruining her son’s life. I didn’t look back. I had no time for her games.

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I drove to Martha’s house, planning to walk straight in, but doubt crept in as I reached the door.
I paused, gripping the car keys tightly in my hand. Part of me feared that Dean might choose her over me. After all, he and Kate had spent eight years together.
Instead of going inside, I moved quietly toward the living room window. Inside, I saw Dean and Kate standing face to face in the center of the room.

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Tears streamed down Kate’s cheeks, falling freely onto her blouse. Dean’s expression, however, was unreadable. He stood still, listening, but his shoulders were tense.
My heart sank at the sight of them together. A voice in my head whispered over and over, louder each time, that he wouldn’t choose me.
Suddenly, Kate stepped closer. Before I could process what was happening, she leaned in and kissed Dean. My heart dropped to my stomach. I froze, unable to look away.

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To my relief, I saw Dean push her back. He wiped his lips roughly with his sweater sleeve, his face twisting with anger. Without hesitating, he turned and stormed out of the house.
He spotted my car immediately. His eyes scanned the area until they landed on me.
Without a word, he walked straight over and pulled me into a tight hug. The moment his arms wrapped around me, I felt tears on my face I hadn’t realized were there.

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“They set this all up. I didn’t want to see Kate,” Dean said, his voice firm. His hands rested on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes.
I nodded, feeling a wave of relief. “I saw you push her away,” I said, my voice quiet but steady.
“Because I don’t want anyone but you,” he said. His words felt like a shield around me, strong and certain. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

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“Is my mom at our place?” Dean asked after a moment.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Let’s go. I have something to say to her,” he said. His tone left no room for argument.
We drove separately back to our house. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, but I kept going.

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When we walked in, holding hands, Martha’s face changed. Surprise flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by irritation.
“You didn’t talk to Kate?” Martha asked, narrowing her eyes.
“I did, though I didn’t want to. Now I’ll talk to you. I’ve had enough of you interfering in my life. I don’t want this to continue. From now on, we’re done,” Dean said, his voice firm.

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“What?! But I’m your mother! I’m your family!” Martha shouted, her voice rising.
“Alice is my family. You can’t accept that, so I see no other option,” Dean said, squeezing my hand.
“I knew this was all her fault! That witch turned you against me!” Martha screamed. Her words hit like stones, but I stood firm beside Dean.

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“You did this to yourself. Alice isn’t to blame. Now, please leave our home,” Dean said.
“This is outrageous! How could you do this?” Martha yelled, her face red with anger.
“Mom, please, don’t make me force you out,” Dean said, his tone calm but resolute.

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Martha huffed, glaring at both of us. Then she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
“Are you sure this was the right decision?” I asked, my voice soft.
“When it comes to you and our family, I never have any doubts,” Dean said. His words brought a smile to my face, and I kissed him, knowing we were stronger together.

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My Fiancé Humiliated Me in His Wedding Vows — He Regretted It Later

My Fiancé Humiliated Me in His Wedding Vows — He Regretted It Later
As Emily walks down the aisle, she feels as though she is finally living her wedding dream. The dress is perfect just like the venue, music, and her groom. Until it’s time for the vows when Jason completely humiliates her in front of everyone. But later, he gets a taste of his own medicine.
It was the day that I had been waiting for. After months of wedding planning and dieting to fit into my dream dress. This was the moment.

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“Come on, darling,” my father said, holding out his hand, ready to walk me down the aisle to Jason.
“How do you feel?” my father asked me, kissing my forehead.
“Happy,” I said simply. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years now, Dad.”
We walked down the aisle to soft music that I had chosen months ago. The guitarist perched on a wooden stool.

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“You look beautiful, Emily,” Jason said, taking my hand from my father.
The ceremony began with the priest talking about love and commitment, just as he had told us he would.
“It’s time for the vows,” the priest said, smiling at us both.
“Jason, you are my best friend, and I’ve always wanted to marry my best friend. I promise to support you, to always laugh with you, and to grow with you. I vow to be faithful and cherish every moment we have together. In this life, and the next.”

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My sister sighed next to me, wiping away her tears.
“Jason,” the priest said. “It’s now your turn.”
Jason looked at me and smiled, and then he turned to his groomsmen, causing them to snigger.

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“Emily, my love,” he said. “I promise to always be there for you, even when you’re nagging me to take out the trash because you think the house smells.”
Jason’s groomsmen chuckled.
“And I’ll always hold your hand, especially when we’re walking through spider-infested areas because we all know how much you love those eight-legged critters.”
The groomsmen laughed louder. Some of our guests joined in.

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And still, Jason continued.
“I vow to remind you to pick up your dragging feet when you walk, so we can avoid another trip to the emergency room like that time you tripped over absolutely nothing. And to taste all the burnt lasagna in the world because that’s your signature dish.”
The more Jason spoke, the more embarrassed I got.

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I frowned at him, hoping that he would understand that there was nothing beautiful or romantic about his words. But he ignored me and continued.
“Also, I will tolerate your singing in the shower. It may sound like a cat in distress but at least it makes me appreciate good music! And most importantly, Emily,” he said.
“I promise to forgive you for basically forcing me to propose to you after you left those bridal magazines all over the apartment.”
My jaw dropped.

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I didn’t know how to react. Jason’s groomsmen were all but falling over each other with laughter.
“Really?” I whispered to him.
Jason winked.
“Now, it’s time for you to exchange rings,” the priest said.
Jason’s niece came up to the altar with the wedding rings tied onto a little cushion that she clutched tightly.
“Here you go, Aunty Emily,” she said nervously.

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“Thank you, sweetheart,” I said, taking the rings from her.
Holding the rings, I realized I didn’t want to put Jason’s ring on his finger. We were married now, all but for signing the registration book.
But after hearing Jason’s vows, I didn’t know if I wanted to be with this man.
“Give me your hand,” Jason said, pulling my hand.
He slid the ring onto my finger and held his hand out for me to do the same.

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My stomach turned. Suddenly, my dream bubble had burst. Nothing felt as it had moments before.
“Jason, you may now kiss the bride!” the priest exclaimed.
Jason grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him, his other hand gripping the back of my neck. He kissed me without passion or feeling.

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“What on earth was that?” I asked Jason when we were doing our photographs before the reception.
“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning.
“Your vows,” I said. “They were insensitive and embarrassing.”
“No! They were cute!” he said. “I kept them true to us.”

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“You basically told everyone that I’m a nag and clumsy. And that I forced you into marrying me.”
I crossed my arms and waited for some kind of explanation.
“Oh, come on, Emily,” he said. “Everyone was laughing. It’s not as deep as you’re making it. Let’s just do this photoshoot and go back to the party. I am starving.”
I bit my tongue. I didn’t have it in me to fight.

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At the reception, Jason truly let himself go. He went overboard with the drinks and ate enough steak and potatoes to make anyone sick to their stomach.
“Mom,” I said, kneeling next to my mother before the formalities began. “I don’t feel good.”
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” my mother asked.
“Jason…” I said, my voice trailing as the weight of my uneasiness set in. “Those vows were nothing but an embarrassment.”
“Maybe it was just nerves, Emily,” my mother said. “You know how Jason can be sometimes.”

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“I don’t know, Mom,” I said. “I just feel like the magic has escaped.”
Soon after, the emcee got up and began the formalities. Jason’s brother stood up and spoke about how we met and his first impressions of me.
“I didn’t think Emily would stay!” Jackson laughed, his beer bottle in his hand. “But I guess she knows how to deal with my brother.”
It went on and on, and my husband ate up his brother’s words, chuckling loudly.

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Then, it was time for my father-in-law’s speech.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I have a few words to say to my son and his new bride, the lovely Emily,” he said.
I held my breath. I had always gotten along with Robert, and he had always treated me well. But I had thought the same of Jason until his vows were said.

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I didn’t know if I had to prepare myself for something from Robert, too.
If I had to be honest with myself, I just wanted to run away. I didn’t feel like a bride. I didn’t feel much like anything. I didn’t even feel like myself.
I wanted to rip off my wedding dress and get into my comfiest pair of sweatpants. I wanted to cry.

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“Jason, do you know what makes a marriage work, son?” Robert asked.
“Uh, love? Attraction? Chemistry?” Jason said, faltering.
Who on earth is this man? I wondered to myself.
“It’s respect,” Robert said, shaking his head. “It’s about cherishing your partner and never making them feel small or embarrassed. Today, you turned your vows into a series of jokes at Emily’s expense. That was not only inappropriate but also deeply hurtful.”

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I glanced around and saw some of the guests were shaking their heads.
“To teach you a lesson, Jason,” Robert continued. “I’m going to share something about you that you might find equally embarrassing.”
“What? Dad! Stop!” Jason said, standing up.
“Jason still sleeps with a nightlight. He says that it’s because he likes to read in bed, but we all know that it’s because he’s afraid of the dark.”

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Laughter erupted through the room.
“And let’s not forget about the time when Jason tried to cook for Emily and set off the fire alarm because he didn’t know that normal people don’t put metal in microwaves.”
“Dad, just stop it,” Jason hissed.
“Or about the time when he got drunk after a party, and insisted that he needed to sleep on the floor in my bedroom.”
The crowd laughed louder.

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“I shared these stories not to embarrass you, Jason. But to show you how it feels. Humor at someone else’s expense isn’t funny, it’s cruel. You need to understand the consequences of your actions.”
I smiled at Robert, finally feeling seen.
“Emily, on behalf of my son, I apologize. Jason still has a lot to learn about being a loving and respectful partner. But I know that he can do better, and I hope you give him the chance to prove it.”

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“I’m so sorry, Emily,” Jason said from beside me. “I thought I was being funny, but I see how ridiculous I was being. Give me another chance.”
“Fine,” I said. “But it’s going to take more than just empty words to fix this.”
I want to give us another chance, but something still feels very off.

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