By Andrew Hoxha 
Just a week before my wedding, I caught my future mother-in-law Margaret secretly taking pictures of my gown. She brushed it off as innocent admiration, claiming she wanted a keepsake. Though odd, I let it go. In the following days, she bombarded me with questions — from lipstick shade to earring choice — but I chalked it up to enthusiasm. My fiancé Jake assured me it was harmless, just “Mom being Mom.”
Then came the wedding day. The church was glowing with candlelight and love. As the ceremony began, the doors creaked open. I turned — and there she was. Margaret, in my dress, identical in every detail, walking down the aisle with her boyfriend. “Surprise!” she announced, proposing a spontaneous double wedding. Shock rippled through the crowd, and I felt my perfect day unraveling before me.
But Jake didn’t miss a beat. Calmly, he stepped down from the altar and played a slideshow on the church’s screen: photos of Margaret snooping through my closet, texts boasting she’d steal the spotlight, and a smug voice recording confirming it all. The church fell silent. Her smile vanished, and without a word, she stormed out, humiliated, her moment stolen by her own arrogance.
With her gone, Jake asked the pastor to begin again — for our ceremony. Applause filled the room, and we exchanged vows with the support and love of everyone who mattered. That night, when I asked Jake how he knew, he revealed he’d seen her internet searches while fixing her laptop. He’d known something was coming — and waited for the perfect moment to expose it all.