My Future MIL and Her Friends Ate Our $1000 Wedding Cake — So I Taught Her a Lesson She’ll Never Forget
I always knew my future mother-in-law, Linda, didn’t like me. She thought Alex should marry someone “better,” and no matter how polite I was, she never warmed up to me.
The day before our wedding, our $1,000 custom lemon-raspberry cake was delivered to her house because it was closer to the venue. When I arrived after running errands, I found crumbs everywhere… and the cake box completely empty.
Linda and her friends were lounging in the living room, lips stained with raspberry filling.
“Where’s the cake?” I asked.
Linda smirked. “We ate it. It was too sweet anyway. And who pays $1,000 for a cake? Oh right—you.”
When I told her she needed to pay for a replacement, she refused and insulted my taste again. I walked away shaking—humiliated and furious. That was the last straw.
Linda cared more about her reputation than anything. So if she wanted to sabotage our wedding, fine—I’d give her a lesson she’d never forget.
At 5 a.m., I called the bakery. They couldn’t remake the cake, but they could help with a special delivery. And that was all I needed.
By the time the guests gathered and Linda strutted in wearing gold like she owned the place, the real plan was already in motion.