My MIL Ruined My Wedding Dress during the Ceremony, but Karma Hit Her Back Immediately

My mother-in-law (MIL) tried her best to separate me and her son because she didn’t approve of me. On our wedding day, she pulled an unforgivable stunt, and karma came for her quickly! Today, she respects me.

I’ve got a shocking story to share. My husband, Josh, and I have been together for five years, and his mother, Samantha, has always been against me because of my background. She had high hopes for a “better” match for Josh.

Her disapproval started small but escalated over time. She even faked a heart attack to ruin Josh’s proposal. Thankfully, my sister-in-law, Megan, exposed the lie.

The lead-up to our wedding was a nightmare. Samantha criticized everything and tried to sabotage our plans. On the wedding day, she splashed red paint on my dress during the ceremony. Josh was furious and threw her out.

Later, karma hit Samantha hard when a truckload of manure was delivered to her home before a grand gala, ruining her event and reputation. This experience taught her to respect our relationship.

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