“Thank you all for being here today,” I began. “I have something to share before we celebrate with this beautiful cake…”
The room fell silent. I signaled to the technician, who played the security footage of Linda and her friends eating the original cake and making snide comments about me. Gasps echoed around the room as everyone watched. Linda’s face turned red, and she looked around, desperate for an escape!
“I installed a camera because I knew Linda didn’t like me,” I explained calmly. “Sorry, Alex. I suspected she might do something to sabotage our wedding.”
The guests murmured in shock. Linda’s friends tried to slip away, but the attention was on them.
“Despite this setback, we have a beautiful new cake thanks to my amazing friend Sarah,” I continued. “This day is about love and celebration, and I won’t let anything ruin it.”
Suddenly, I saw Alex making his way toward Linda, his face flushed with anger. “Mom, how could you? You ate our wedding cake and tried to sabotage Emily’s big day? This isn’t a joke!”
Linda tried to laugh it off. “Oh, Alex, it was just a bit of fun. No harm done, right?”
“No harm done?” Alex’s voice rose. “You ruined a thousand-dollar cake and caused Emily so much stress. This isn’t funny. It’s cruel!”
The guests watched in stunned silence. I felt a pang of sympathy for Alex, having to confront his own mother like this. But it needed to be done.
Linda looked around, realizing she had no supporters in the room. She mumbled something that sounded like an apology, but no one was convinced.
Taking out my phone, I quickly texted a waiter. Minutes later, the caterers wheeled out a beautifully decorated Styrofoam cake and served it to Linda and her friends. Each slice had a small, elegant note: “For those with truly tasteless appetites.”
Linda’s face turned beet red, and the room erupted in laughter. Even her husband, William, couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Linda, you had this coming,” he chuckled.
“Emily, that was brilliant,” one guest said, shaking my hand.
William approached me with a serious expression, though I could see a hint of a smile. “Emily, Linda will be held accountable for her actions. This will not go unpunished.”
“Thank you,” I replied, grateful for his support.
As the guests continued to celebrate, Alex pulled me into a hug. “You handled that perfectly,” he said. “It had to be done, but I’m sorry it came to this. I wish things were different.”
I hugged him back, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. “Thank you, Alex, for always supporting me.”
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