Claire just wants to be the glamorous mother-of-the-groom—but when she realizes that her daughter-in-law has her own plans for the wedding, she steps back to focus on her own outfit, only for there to be a fight between her and Alice on the big day. Alice claims that Claire has destroyed the wedding by stealing her dream dress, while Claire sees nothing wrong in her actions. Who is wrong?
All I wanted was to be the mother-of-the-groom. That’s it. I just wanted to be the doting mother who loved her son more than anything—but this is the story of how my attempt to make my son’s wedding perfect turned into a day we’d all rather forget.
When Mark introduced Alice to us, she was unlike anyone I expected him to fall for. Mark, my son, is a lawyer at a top firm—a position that he secured straight after his graduation from Stanford.
“I’m going to be a lawyer, Mom,” he told me once when he was still in high school and doing an essay on the career he wanted to get into.
“I could easily see that,” I told him, making him breakfast as he worked away.
“It’s to help fight injustices. For children, specifically,” he said, drinking his orange juice.
Mark had big dreams, and I knew that my son was always going to reach for the stars.
Alice, on the other hand, was completely different from my son. Her entire personality was light and carefree, whereas Mark was serious and brooding. Alice was a self-taught coder, who freelanced from their cozy apartment. Their worlds, their politics, their interests didn’t align.
But they made it work—and they were a sweet couple for the most part. But love, as they say, is blind.
When Mark proposed to Alice, we were all invited to the scene to help surprise her.
“Please, Mom,” Mark said on the phone. “Alice isn’t close to her family, so to see you and Dad there will be good for her. She’ll know that she’s welcomed and supported.”
“Of course, honey,” I told him, already envisioning their wedding in my head.
I swallowed my reservations and offered to pay for the wedding. James and I had put money away for Mark’s studies, but he had always gotten bursaries which paid for it all.
“We can just use that money for the wedding, Claire,” my husband said over lunch the day after the proposal.
“It’s the best thing we could do for them,” I agreed. “This way they can save up to move out of that small apartment. I know Mark’s been talking about a house with a garden because he really wants a dog.”
When we told Mark and Alice, I thought that the gesture would bring us closer. I didn’t have any daughters, so I thought that this would be my chance.
I could get to know Alice better—and that would be good for Mark, to know that his wife and his mother got along well. Instead, the wedding planning only highlighted our differences.
After a few months into the wedding planning, I met Alice at a coffee shop so that we could go over the details. But we clashed on everything.
“I think roses are timeless,” I said, helping myself to a slice of cake.
“They are, but they’re also overdone in a sense,” Alice said, sipping her tea. “Mark and I want peonies.”
Our meeting went back and forth a few times—and we were stuck in a space where we just couldn’t agree on anything.
“Okay, how about this?” I asked her. “You go ahead with everything else, and just tell me what color your bridesmaids are wearing, so that there won’t be any clashes.”
“They won’t be wearing green,” she said. “I’m leaning toward pink.”
I paid the bill and we parted ways with the wedding planning.
But then, one afternoon Alice texted me.
Hi Claire, just picking out my wedding dress with the girls! I’m so excited! I wish you were here!
Attached were photos of her five top wedding dress picks.
I knew that Alice and I were on different ends of what we thought that the wedding should look like, but I wanted to be included in the big things. I wished that she had included me in the wedding dress shopping.
“At least she’s sending you the top picks,” James said as he read the newspaper next to me.
“I know, but it’s not the same,” I said.
“Do they look good?” he asked. “Can I see them?”
Together, we scrolled through the photos of the potential dresses. They were adequate choices, but nothing stood out.
Nothing that would fit the standard of my future daughter-in-law.
The dress that was Alice’s favorite and the first contender for the actual wedding dress wasn’t what I expected.
I typed back, telling Alice that it wasn’t quite the best choice. And I hoped that my financial stake in the wedding would weigh in. James and I hadn’t given the kids a budget. They had everything at their disposal.
Why not consider the second one? It might be more flattering for you.
James chuckled beside me.
“You’re at the point of over-stepping,” he said.
Before I could say anything, my phone pinged with a message from Alice.
Sorry, but I disagree. This is the dress I’m choosing.
That night over dinner, as James was plating our salmon, I shared my frustration with him.
“Alice is not even considering my opinion, and I’m paying for the dress!” I exclaimed.
James tried to mediate; he also texted Mark to make sure that he knew how I felt, too.
“I think you should just leave the wedding planning to them now,” James said. “Put all your attention into yourself and what you’re going to wear.”
But it also turned out that Mark was able to persuade Alice to wear the dress I preferred.
I had to admit, it was the less stressful option, and I hadn’t been able to shop for my dress before that.
So, that’s what I did.
I went to a few different boutiques and eventually found my perfect dress. It was emerald green, which I knew brought out my eyes.
“That’s beautiful,” James said when I tried the dress on for him.
I had felt different. I no longer felt like the mother-of-the-groom who had been pushed aside. Instead, I felt beautiful in my own skin, my self-esteem growing every time I thought of the dress.
When the wedding week loomed upon us, James and I tried to make ourselves as present as possible. We went to all the events that Mark and Alice needed us to be at—including the rehearsal dinner where we saluted them and drank champagne to toast the festivities.
“All sorted, Mom?” Mark asked me. “Your dress and everything?”
I smiled at my son. Despite being in the middle of Alice and me, he was always checking in on me.
“Of course,” I said. “I’m ready to celebrate you and Alice.”
On the morning of the wedding, I put on my green dress and did my make up. It was everything I had wanted to look for my son’s wedding—elegant and sophisticated.
As I arrived at the venue, the air was thick with murmurs. I ignored them, thinking that everyone was just so used to me being dressed in comfortable clothing, that this was something different for them.
I went straight to the bride’s dressing room, hoping to see Alice and compliment her before she walked down the aisle.
Upon opening the door, Alice looked up—her joyful expression collapsing into one of utter devastation. She looked me up and down before bursting into tears.
“Why did you do this to me, Claire?” she sobbed, her voice choked with emotion.
Confused, I stepped into the room and closed the door.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Your dress!” she exclaimed.
“What about it?” I asked, second-guessing everything.
“It’s my dream wedding dress, just in another color,” she said, nearly shouting.
I was taken aback.
“Alice, honestly,” I said. “I didn’t realize—they look so different in color.”
But Alice wasn’t having any of it. She sat on the edge of the couch, her head in her hands.
“How could you?” she looked up and cried out. “You’ve made this day about you! Just because we didn’t take any of your suggestions!”
Mark, having heard the commotion from his dressing room next door, came rushing in.
“Mom? What’s going on here?” he asked me.
He looked from Alice to me, seeking an explanation.
Trying to calm the waters, I explained everything slowly.
“I didn’t see the resemblance, Mark,” I said. “I truly just loved the dress, and I thought—”
Alice stood up and marched toward Mark.
“No!” she exclaimed. “You thought that you’d show me what I could’ve had, but in green. Isn’t that it?”
“Mom, please,” my son said. “Let’s just try to get through the day. Please, for me.”
I agreed and left the dressing room. I just wanted to find James and sit quietly until the day was over.
I knew that Alice and I were walking a thin line, but I didn’t expect her to shout at me in the manner that she did.
Naturally, I was upset, but I didn’t want to ruin their day any further.
Reflecting now, perhaps I should have been more open to Alice’s preferences. It was her day after all, not just mine to orchestrate. The question of whether I was wrong hangs heavily over me.
Yes, in trying to enforce my vision, I might have lost sight of what was truly important—Alice’s happiness and Mark’s peace on their special day.
Was I wrong for what I did?
My Husband Left Me Looking After Our Kids for His Female Best Friend’s Wedding — I Made Him Regret It
Daniel had never been good at hiding things. You’d think after ten years of marriage, I’d be used to his poor attempts at deception, but that morning, he caught me off guard. I had just come back from a playdate with the kids when I found the note on the kitchen counter.
Elly reading the note left by Daniel, sealing his betrayal | Source: Pexels
I took the gift and went to Jane’s wedding. Be back late.
— Daniel
I stared at the note, feeling the familiar burn of betrayal rise in my chest. The gift I had spent hours picking out, the one we had both agreed was from us, not him alone. And Jane — our friend. Or so I thought.
“Mom, where’s Dad?” Timmy asked, tugging on my sleeve.
Timmy asks Elly where his dad is | Source: Pexels
“He went out, sweetie. We’re going to have a babysitter today.” I forced a smile, already dialing the number of the babysitter we occasionally used.
My best friend, Sarah, had been suspicious of Daniel’s recent behavior. She was the one who first suggested he might be up to no good. I had dismissed her concerns, thinking it was just his usual lack of communication. But this? This was something else.
Elly calling a babysitter while trying to mask her growing suspicions | Source: Pexels
Balancing my dreams of returning to work and my responsibilities at home had been a struggle for years. As a stay-at-home mom, I often felt trapped while Daniel worked full-time, leaving early and coming home late.
My days were filled with diapers, playdates, and endless chores. I loved my kids, but sometimes I wondered what happened to the ambitious woman I used to be.
When we received the invitation to Jane’s wedding, I saw a glimmer of excitement. Jane was Daniel’s best friend, but also a friend of mine, so it felt like a chance to reconnect with our old social circle.
Daniel insists they are not going to Jane’s wedding | Source: Pexels
I spent hours choosing the perfect gift, picturing us attending together. But Daniel shot down my hopes, insisting we stay home because we didn’t have anyone to watch the kids.
“Can’t we find a sitter, just for one night?” I had pleaded.
“No, Elly. It’s too much hassle. We’ll send the gift and our regrets,” he said, brushing off my concerns.
As the wedding approached, he reiterated his stance, and my suspicions began to grow. Why was he so adamant about not going? What was he hiding?
Elly and Daniel at loggerheads about attending the wedding | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t just sit and stew in my anger. I needed to see it for myself. I got the kids settled with the babysitter and grabbed my keys.
“Where are you going?” Sarah’s voice crackled through the phone. I had called her for a much-needed boost of courage.
“To the wedding. I need to see what’s really going on.”
At the reception venue — a wine estate — I kept a low profile. I saw Daniel almost immediately, laughing and chatting like he didn’t have a care in the world. And then there was Jane, her smile wide and dazzling, but her eyes — they held secrets.
Elly secretly attends the wedding reception, watching Daniel | Source: Pexels
I followed them discreetly. They slipped into one of the wine cellars, and I inched closer, peeking through the slightly ajar door. They were arguing, their voices hushed but intense.
“You said it was over with Jake!” Daniel hissed. “And now you’re marrying him!”
Jane shook her head. “I never promised you anything. But you’re here now, aren’t you, how about one last fling?”
I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was going to be sick, but I couldn’t look away. Then, it happened — they kissed. A long, passionate kiss that confirmed my worst fears.
Elly catches Daniel and Jane in a passionate kiss | Source: Midjourney
I took out my phone, my hands shaking, and recorded a few seconds. Enough to capture the betrayal. Enough to use as evidence. I left as quietly as I had come, tears streaming down my face.
Back home, I sat in my car for a long time, trying to process what I had seen. I needed a plan. I couldn’t just confront him and let it turn into another round of empty apologies and broken promises. This was bigger. This was the end.
Elly sitting in her car, grappling with the shocking betrayal she just witnessed | Source: Midjourney
I called Sarah. “You were right. I saw them. I recorded it.”
“Oh, Elly, I’m so sorry. What are you going to do?”
“I’m calling a lawyer.”
The next day, I sat in the lawyer’s office, feeling both numb and fiercely determined.
“Infidelity is grounds for divorce,” the lawyer, Melanie, said, her voice calm and professional. “But we need to build a strong case. Do you have any other evidence?”
“I’ll get more,” I promised. “Whatever it takes.”
Elly meets with a lawyer, ready to take the first step toward reclaiming her life | Source: Pexels
I spent the next few days gathering everything I could — texts, emails, anything that hinted at their affair. Meanwhile, Daniel acted like everything was fine, like he hadn’t torn our life apart.
One evening, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “How was the wedding?” I said, launching the words at Daniel like a missile.
He looked up from his phone, surprised. “It was good. Jane looked beautiful.”
“I bet she did.” My voice was cold.
“Is something wrong?” He tilted his head, feigning concern.
“Don’t play dumb, Daniel. I know about you and Jane.”
Daniel’s face when Elly reveals that she knows about his affair | Source: Midjourney
His face paled, but he quickly recovered. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw you. At the wedding, in the wine cellar, with Jane. I recorded you. Don’t lie to me.”
His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. For once, he was speechless.
“I’m done, Daniel. I’ve contacted a lawyer. You’ll be hearing from them soon.”
He tried to protest, to explain, but I had already turned away. I wasn’t going to listen to his excuses anymore. I had kids to protect, a life to rebuild. And I wasn’t going to let him stop me.
Jane finalizes the divorce papers with her lawyer | Source: Pexels
The fight was just beginning, but for the first time in years, I felt a surge of strength and clarity. This was my turning point. I was done being the passive, stay-at-home mom who let life happen to her. I was ready to take control.
That night, I waited for Daniel to come home. I had the video cued up on my laptop, the lawyer’s contact number scribbled on a notepad next to me, and the divorce papers ready.
He walked in, his face flushed with what I could only assume was guilt masked as nonchalance.
Elly cues up the offending video for Daniel to see | Source: Pexels
“Elly, we need to talk,” he began, but I cut him off.
“No, you need to listen,” I said, standing up and hitting play on the video. The sound of his voice, pleading with Jane, filled the room. His eyes widened, and he looked at me, panic setting in.
“I can explain —”
“Don’t bother,” I interrupted. “You had your chance. These are the divorce papers. I’m asking for full custody of the kids, the house, and child support. I’ve already spoken to a lawyer.”
Elly tells Daniel she is done and hands him the divorce papers | Source: Midjourney
He slumped into a chair, defeated. “Elly, please. Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Daniel. You made your choice. Now you’ll deal with the consequences.”
He spent the night packing his bags. The kids were asleep, and I prayed they wouldn’t wake up to the sound of their father leaving. By the time he was ready to go, it was past midnight. He stood at the door, his eyes pleading one last time, but I didn’t waver.
“Goodbye, Daniel.”
Elly makes her last stand and says goodbye to Daniel | Source: Midjourney
The next few months were a whirlwind of legal battles and emotional turmoil. I filed for divorce and presented my evidence. The court hearings were grueling, but the video was undeniable. Daniel didn’t even try to fight it.
The judge granted me full custody and a favorable settlement. Daniel’s infidelity cost him not just his marriage but also his role in the home we had built together.
I returned to work, something I had put off for years. Balancing a career and raising two kids alone was tough, but I found a strength within me I didn’t know existed. I was driven by the need to create a stable and loving environment for my children.
Elly returning to work, finding strength and creating a new life for her kids | Source: Pexels
The kids adjusted to our new life quicker than I expected. They were resilient, just like their mom. And as I climbed the career ladder, I realized that I wasn’t just surviving — I was thriving.
One day, I ran into Jane at the grocery store. She looked away, her face flushed with shame. I didn’t need to say anything. My presence, my success, and my happiness spoke louder than any words could.
Elly sharing her triumph with her friend Sarah over coffee | Source: Pexels
“Elly, you look great,” Sarah said over coffee. She had been my rock through everything, always ready with a shoulder to cry on or a glass of wine when I needed it.
“Thanks, Sarah. I finally feel like I’m back on my feet.”
“You’ve done more than that. You’ve rebuilt your life from the ground up.”
She was right. I had reclaimed my life from the ruins of my marriage. My revenge wasn’t about making Daniel suffer — it was about proving to myself that I could stand on my own.
And I had. I provided for my kids, achieved my career goals, and found a new kind of happiness that wasn’t tied to anyone else.
I stood tall, knowing that no matter what the future held, I was ready. I had faced the worst and come out stronger. I was a symbol of resilience and empowerment, and I would continue to fight for the life and happiness we deserved.
Elly standing tall, knowing she has reclaimed her life and future | Source: Midjourney
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