What the hell?

It took everything in me not to storm straight to her while she was dancing with my son and confront her then and there. Instead, Robert and I waited until the song was over.

“I’m just going to take some photos with my bridesmaids,” Vanessa called out to Michael, who had walked over to me. “I’ll be back soon! Dance with your mom!”

Michael smiled and nodded and made his way toward us. Robert looked at me, frowning slightly. This was Vanessa’s tell. After taking a few photos with her bridesmaids, she would most likely slip away, ready to meet Robert in her room.

Robert and I calmly gathered Michael and our closest relatives, quietly explaining the situation. Michael’s face turned ashen, but he nodded resolutely.

“We’re handling this now,” he said.

We made our way to the third floor, the tension palpable in the air. When we reached her room, Robert gestured for the rest of us to hang back while he stepped forward and knocked.

“Finally, you came,” Vanessa’s voice purred through the door. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

I couldn’t see much from my position, but I could see that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her shoes already kicked off.

“Come in, Robert, darling,” she added, her voice dripping with seduction. “Take off my clothes, and let’s make this a night to remember. You’re lucky that my dress is easy…”

Every word was like a slap to my face. I clenched my fists, my body trembling with rage. Michael stood beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack.

Robert pushed the door wider and stepped inside, leaving it slightly ajar so Vanessa couldn’t see us. But we could hear everything loud and clear.

“Vanessa,” he said, his voice steady but cold. “What exactly are you trying to do here?”

“Oh, come on,” she said with a laugh. “We both know Michael is great and all that, but he will never be the man you are. I’m doing us both a favor.”

Before Robert could respond, Michael pushed the door open.

“What the hell, Vanessa? This wedding is over. I’ll get our marriage annulled in the morning.”

Vanessa whipped around, her eyes wide with shock.

“Michael, wait! You don’t understand!” she gasped.

“I understand perfectly,” he said, cutting her off. “You’re a liar and a manipulator, and you don’t deserve to be part of this family. And to think that my parents let you into our home… into our lives for years. And it’s all been for what? This?”

The rest of us had followed Michael into the room, our presence making Vanessa shrink back. But just as the gravity of her actions seemed to hit her, the door burst open again.

Vanessa’s mother stood there, a camera in her hands.

“Vanessa?” she said, looking confused as her gaze darted between her daughter and the rest of us.

“What are you doing here, Mom?” Vanessa snapped.

“What am I doing here?” her mother retorted, holding up the camera. “You told me to come film everything! Don’t act like you didn’t plan this!”

The room fell silent as the realization sank in.

“You were going to blackmail me?” Robert gasped.

Vanessa’s mother paled.

“That’s not… I mean, we didn’t… Vanessa, say something!”

My daughter-in-law glared at her mother, kicking her legs in the air.

“You weren’t supposed to say anything, you foolish woman!” she shouted.

My blood ran cold. They had plotted this. They had planned this. The woman who had raised Vanessa had helped orchestrate a plan to seduce and extort my husband.

“Get out,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.

Vanessa blinked at me as if not comprehending the words coming out of my mouth.

“What?” she asked. “Kathy…”

“You heard me,” I said. “Get. Out. Both of you!”

“Kathy, please,” Vanessa’s mother begged, clasping her hands together. “We were desperate. V doesn’t have anything, literally nothing to her name other than her degree. And as for Michael…”

“Stop right there,” I said, holding up a hand. “Michael loved Vanessa. We all welcomed her into our family with open arms. And this is how she repays us?”

Vanessa opened her mouth to speak, but I silenced her with a glare.

“You are nothing but a con artist,” I continued. “Did you even love Michael? You lied to my son. You lied to all of us. And now you think you can play the victim? Not a chance. You’ve embarrassed yourself, and you’ve shown exactly who you are. Now get out before I call security.”

Vanessa’s mother tried to argue, but Vanessa grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the door.

“Let’s go, Mom,” she muttered, her bravado gone.

The room fell into an uneasy silence as soon as the door slammed behind them.

Michael sank onto the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands.

“How could I not see this?” he whispered.

I sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“This isn’t your fault,” I said gently. “Because you loved her, you wanted to believe in her. That’s not a weakness — it’s who you are. You love deeply and see the good in people, and those are qualities you should never lose.”

Robert stepped forward, placing a hand on Michael’s other shoulder. “We’re proud of you, son,” he said. “You handled this with integrity. You deserve someone who loves you for who you are, not what you have.”

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Word spread quickly among the guests, and by the end of the night, everyone knew the wedding was nothing more than a party. Michael made sure the marriage was annulled the next morning.

While it was a humiliating day for our family, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Michael deserved better, and now he had the chance to find it.

As for Vanessa and her mother, we heard that they left town shortly after the wedding fiasco. Rumor has it they tried similar schemes in the past, but we didn’t care to follow up.

In the weeks that followed, Michael leaned on us for support as he healed from the betrayal. Of course, it wasn’t easy, but he grew stronger every day. And one day, when he came into the kitchen to help me bake, he actually smiled.

And I knew we’d all be okay.

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