When I met Emily, I somehow felt that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. From the moment she entered the office, her presence radiated calmness and peace, the same two feelings she soon brought into my life.
Three years forward, we were planning our wedding and our life together. Honestly, Emily has always been loved by everyone, except for one person, her stepmother Margaret.
When she saw the ring I proposed Emily with, she asked if the diamond was real or one of the fake ones, grown in a lab.
She wanted to be involved in the planning of our wedding, but only because she wanted to make mean comments, judging our choices every step of the way.
“Oh, Emily, do you thing there is really need for such a big venue, you don’t have a lot of friends anyways,” she’d say, ironically.
She commented on the choice of the wedding dress, saying it looked cheap and that it would look better to someone with a better figure.
It has always been “small” things like that that Margaret would say at every chance she got.
When I asked Emily about it, she told me that her stepmom made her life a living hell while growing up, but whenever she tried to bring that up in front of her father, he wouldn’t believe her because Margaret pretended to like her in front of him.
So, fast forward to the day of our wedding, Emily slipped me a note that read, “Say no at the altar.”
I froze. However, I never doubted her judgement so I decided to play along because I knew she had something on her mind.
When the priest asked me if I take Emily to be my wife, I simply said, “No.” And that’s when Margaret showed her true face in front of everyone.
While everyone looked in confusion, she stood up and started laughing. “Well, well, well,” she said. “I told you. I told you all.”
“We spent so much on this wedding,” she snapped. “I told you it was pointless, a total waste of money. But no, you insisted on going along with this silly fantasy.” She threw her hands toward the decorated hall. “And for what? I told you this would happen!”
And she didn’t stop there. On the contrary, she told Emily that it was obvious this would happen since she wasn’t worth to marry a man like me. “You really thought he’d marry you?” she sneered. “I told you, sweetie. No one wants you.”
I wanted to defend Emily, but looking at how calm her face was, I stood quiet, knowing she asked me to say “no” for a reason.
“Thank you, Margaret,” Emily said confidently.
“For what?” Margaret asked.
“For showing your true colors.”
Emily turned to the guests, especially her father, and said, “Da, you always thought she was just strict, trying to make me responsible, but what she really did was tear me down every chance she got. I was never good enough, never pretty enough, never anything enough. She made me feel like a burden after Mom died.”
Emily continued, “So today I let her think she had won. Because I knew that if Adam said no, she wouldn’t be able to hide her reaction. And now you see the truth, don’t you, Dad?”
Not only her father, but everyone who heard Margaret’s words realized how much she disliked Emily.
Margaret scoffed. “Oh, please. He was never going to marry you. I just called it before it happened.”
Emily smiled. “That’s where you’re wrong. Because he is going to marry me.”
I stepped forward, taking her hands. “Damn right, I am.”
Emily’s dad asked Margaret to leave, and we proceeded with the wedding. It was the best day of our lives.
Eventually, Emily’s dad and Margaret reconciled, but at least he knew what kind of woman she has always been. As of us, we cut every contact with her for good.
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