Betrayed by My Mother-in-Law After Emptying His Wallet

The wedding was about to start, and I stood outside, excitedly waiting to enter.

The usher, noticing my eagerness, smiled and reassured me, "Miss Best, stay calm. Remember to look your best when you walk the runway. The cameras will be rolling."

I nodded and immediately put on a smile.

But just as I did, my mother's scream echoed from inside.

I quickly forgot all about decorum and rushed to push open the door.

But as soon as I did, a chill ran through me. On the large projection screen was a high-definition display of Simon and another woman!

If it were just photos, it would've been one thing, but they were in wedding attire!

Simon smiled lovingly at the woman beside him, even sharing kisses in some of the pictures. Anyone who didn't know would've thought I'd walked into the wrong wedding.

Suddenly, terms like "romance scam" and "trap" flashed through my mind.

My mother gritted her teeth and asked, "What is the meaning of this, in-law? Do you still want this marriage to happen?"

I looked at Simon in disbelief.

Dressed in a suit, he stood there with a handsome, carefree smile.

He spread his arms wide, grinning, "Do you like it? The surprise I prepared for you."

"Why?"

I really couldn't understand.

Just last week, we visited the Love Temple in N City to pray for our union.

Simon was so devout, swearing to the heavens that he would be with me forever.

He was even holding my favorite balloon flower now.

The Simon in my memory and the man before me were worlds apart.

"Why? You dare ask why? When you used his salary card to buy a wedding dress, did you ask yourself why? Do you think our family's money falls from the sky?"

My future mother-in-law's mocking tone accompanied the press of a remote. The screen instantly displayed a bill.

It clearly showed that I had spent 108,999.9 dollars at the bridal shop on Wednesday.

And the cardholder was Simon.

She looked at my pale face, "How does that ten-thousand- dollar dress feel, Miss Best?"

I stared at Simon again, "I told you it was an accident!"

Simon sneered, "An accident? Then it was an accident that I took wedding photos with someone else, an accident that we kissed. I guess Miss Best won't mind, would you?"

Watching his twisted expression, the itchiness on my skin intensified.

My mother gasped, "Jessie, you're having an allergic reaction!"

Only then did I notice the large, disgusting welts slowly appearing on my exposed skin.

In that instant, Wendy's words came flooding back.

I had meticulously chosen the wedding dress from a reputable bridal shop, trying to be considerate of Simon's financial situation by not picking something too expensive.

The fabric was high-quality, the diamonds were real, but it wasn't from a luxury brand.

I hadn't expected to accidentally use Simon's card. I thought since we were about to become a family, he wouldn't mind me using his salary card to decorate our wedding.

But I was wrong. They did mind.

Not only did they mind, but they also swapped the dress I had carefully chosen, ruining my wedding.

Since I'm allergic to synthetic fibers, I had been very particular about the materials. This one was clearly a fake.

"Is this a knockoff? You swapped my wedding dress, didn't you?"

Far from being ashamed when I exposed her, my future mother-in-law looked smug, "People get what they deserve. A gold digger like you think you can wear a dress worth tens of thousands, don't you? This knockoff for a little over a thousand is a bargain for you."

Hearing her words, I couldn't help but laugh out of anger, "I didn't ask for a single cent of dowry from your family, not even demanding Simon have a house or a car..."

"You shameless tramp!"

Before I could finish, my future mother-in-law cut me off in fury.

"What kind of woman doesn't ask for a dowry? You know what kind! Marrying a woman like you would disgrace the Jones family's name.

"It's not that we're stingy. A high-end wedding dress like this should only be worn by someone worthy. Only Julia deserves it."

With that, the lights dimmed, and the door I had barged through earlier was now closed again.

The speakers played "Let's Get Married" once more.

As the music played, the door slowly opened.

Spotlights illuminated the figure stepping in.

And my real wedding dress, the one I had chosen, was being worn by another woman.