I hired a fortune teller for my bridal shower as a light-hearted prank to rattle my critical future mother-in-law. It was meant to be harmless fun a playful jab at her cold attitude. But the moment the fortune teller looked at her, everything shifted. She pointed at my MIL’s purse and declared it held a secret tied to sabotage.
The atmosphere turned tense as my MIL awkwardly denied everything, but suspicion filled the room. When asked to show what was in her bag, she resisted. In a sudden scuffle, the bag slipped and hit the floor — spilling out lace from my wedding dress. Everyone gasped as I stood frozen in disbelief.
The fortune teller’s warning had been real. My MIL broke down, confessing she had intentionally damaged the dress to disrupt the wedding. She believed if the ceremony fell apart, Jacob might reconsider. I was stunned, unable to comprehend the depth of her malice.
Before I could gather myself, my mother stepped in, strong and furious. She defended me without hesitation and gave my MIL an ultimatum: make things right or miss the wedding. Ellen tearfully agreed, exposed and ashamed. In that moment, the illusion shattered and I saw who she truly was.