Just weeks before my wedding, my stepmother Sandra shattered what she thought was my late mom’s treasured crystal set. Ever since marrying my dad years after Mom’s passing, Sandra seemed threatened by her memory. When I refused to wear her wedding dress, she grew colder. One afternoon, I returned home to find shards scattered across the floor — Sandra claiming it was an “accident,” though her smug expression told another story.
Heartbroken, I called my Aunt Marlene, Mom’s sister, who revealed she had overheard Sandra plotting to “get rid of Alice’s precious memories.” Knowing Sandra’s intentions, Marlene had secretly replaced the real crystals with a thrift-store set and hidden the originals safely in her attic. She had also installed a small camera, catching Sandra’s act on video. We decided to keep the truth quiet until the wedding.
On the big day, during the reception, I played a slideshow honoring Mom — ending with the hidden camera footage of Sandra deliberately smashing the fake set and mocking my mother. Gasps filled the room, and my dad, furious, ended his marriage to Sandra on the spot. Aunt Marlene then walked in carrying the real crystal set, which sparkled beautifully under the lights as the guests applauded.
That night, we toasted with Mom’s genuine crystals. Sandra’s plan to erase her memory had failed spectacularly, and the entire town soon knew what she had done. In the end, Mom’s legacy was celebrated in front of everyone, and Sandra was left with nothing but her own shame — proof that sometimes, karma just needs a little planning.