My Sister Stole My Fiancé—Then Had the Nerve to Ask for My Wedding Dress. So I Gave Her a Day She’d Never Forget. I’m Lauren, 35, and last year I learned two brutal lessons: never trust blindly, and revenge is best served in white satin. I spent years saving for my dream wedding—every centerpiece handmade, every dollar counted. My proudest creation? A $4,000 custom gown that made me feel like royalty.
Then, two weeks before the big day, I discovered my fiancé, Tyler, was cheating with my sister, Amanda. I caught them via a flirty text and photo she sent to his phone. They didn’t deny it. In fact, they had the audacity to say they’d “fallen in love.” I canceled the wedding immediately. My heart was shattered.A week later, Amanda showed up, grinning. She and Tyler were now engaged and she wanted my wedding dress, venue, and flowers.
“You’re not using them anyway,” she shrugged. Even our mom told me to “be the bigger person.” So I was. I told Amanda she could have everything and offered to personally deliver the dress on her wedding day. She was thrilled. But I had other plans.On the day of their wedding, I showed up at the venue in the dress. I hosted a brunch with my loyal friends, using all the decorations, catering, and floral arrangements I’d paid for.
When Amanda and Tyler arrived late with their guests, expecting a wedding, they were met with a full celebration my celebration. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Enjoying the venue I paid for. In the dress I paid for. With people who love me.” She stormed off, dragging Tyler behind her, humiliated in front of their guests. I raised a glass. “To closure.” That day, I didn’t lose anything I reclaimed everything.