On what was meant to be the happiest day of my life, my wedding was unexpectedly interrupted by a mysterious woman in black. As I stood at the altar, excitement bubbling, the heavy wooden doors flung open, and in strode a furious figure. All eyes turned, confusion rippling through the church.

The woman marched directly to Evelyn, my soon-to-be mother-in-law. “Lift your dress. Now,” she demanded, sending gasps through the crowd. Evelyn’s expression twisted in anger and disbelief, but the woman stood firm.

“Who are you to disrupt my son’s wedding?” Evelyn spat, but the woman refused to back down, her eyes locked on Evelyn’s. “Last chance.”

With a swift motion, the woman yanked up Evelyn’s elegant dress, revealing small glass vials filled with thick, black liquid spilling onto the floor. Shockwaves rippled through the room.

“This is black ink meant to ruin a wedding dress,” the woman declared. I felt my heart drop—my pristine gown!

Evelyn’s face went pale as the truth unraveled. “I don’t know how those got there!” she pleaded, but the woman pulled out a recorder, playing back Evelyn’s scheming voice, revealing her cruel intentions to humiliate me.

As the truth sank in, James confronted his mother, hurt and betrayal etched on his face. The crowd watched in stunned silence. Evelyn had destroyed herself. I realized then—I didn’t have to fight her; she had already lost. My love for James remained, untainted by her schemes.