I invited a psychic to my hen party as a silly joke—mainly to rattle my difficult future mother-in-law. I never imagined it would blow up into a full-on showdown that nearly ruined my entire wedding. But that’s exactly what happened.
Let me back up. From the moment I met Jacob’s mother, she didn’t like me. She barely even tried to hide it. At our first introduction, I could tell she thought I wasn’t good enough for her precious son. At first, I brushed it off—maybe I was overthinking. But then one day, when Jacob wasn’t around, she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I struggle to see how someone from your background could ever fit into our family.”
I was speechless.
As the wedding plans got underway, her attitude got worse. Every single thing I chose? She hated. The cake was “too plain.” I invited “too many people.” And when I showed her my wedding dress, she scoffed and said, “You’re not seriously wearing that? It looks cheap. Jacob deserves better.”
I tried to ignore her. I loved Jacob and didn’t want drama. But deep down, I had a nagging feeling she was out to wreck this wedding.
So I came up with a cheeky idea—a little harmless payback. I hired a fortune teller for my hen party. Just for laughs. I thought it’d be funny if the psychic revealed something vague but spooky about Jacob’s mum, just enough to shake her up a bit. Nothing serious, just some fun.
The party itself was amazing. My best friends were all there, we had drinks, music, tons of laughter. With only a week to go until the big day, I was finally feeling like everything was falling into place.
Then the psychic arrived.
She looked exactly how you’d picture—flowing purple and gold robes, lots of clinking jewelry, and eyes that felt like they could see straight into your soul. Everyone buzzed with excitement as we gathered in a circle for our readings.
She started off light—talking to each of my friends about love, happiness, the future. We laughed, cheered, and clapped. It was all good fun… until she turned to my future mother-in-law.
That’s when the air shifted.
“You,” the psychic said suddenly, pointing a finger. Her voice dropped low. “Your handbag… hides a secret.”
The room went dead silent.
Even I was caught off guard. This wasn’t what I planned. What was she talking about?
Jacob’s mum looked startled. She tried to play it cool, giving a weird little smile. But I saw it—real fear behind her eyes.
“This is ridiculous,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I have no idea what you’re implying.”
The psychic didn’t back down. She stepped closer, her voice firm. “You’ve done something. You’ve hidden it. And it has to do… with the wedding.”
The whole room was frozen, everyone staring at her now. My future mother-in-law gave a forced laugh. “I don’t have any secrets,” she insisted, though her voice wobbled.
The psychic tilted her head. “It’s about the ceremony. There was interference. An attempt to sabotage.”
Sabotage?
I sat frozen. My brain couldn’t keep up. Was this part of her act? But then I looked at Jacob’s mum—her pale face, her tight grip on her purse. She looked like she was about to bolt.
“I’ve heard enough!” she snapped, jumping up. “I won’t listen to this nonsense!”
I stood, my voice barely above a whisper. “What’s in your bag?”
She didn’t answer. Just clutched it tighter. My friends, who had been in on the joke, now looked genuinely worried.
“I don’t know what you think I’ve done,” she said, her voice shaking. “This is absurd.”
The psychic stayed calm. “You’ve hurt someone close to you. It’s connected to the bride… and to her dress.”
I felt my heart stop. My dress? My wedding dress?
Everyone stared. My mother-in-law’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her bag. “You’re lying!” she shouted. “I would never—”
“If that’s true,” the psychic said coolly, “then show us what’s inside.”
She looked around, as if hoping someone would defend her or distract us. “I don’t owe you anything,” she spat. “This is crazy.”
I’d had enough. “Let me see,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “What’s in the bag, Ellen?”
She tried to move away, but before she could, my friend Sarah reached out. There was a bit of a struggle, and the purse slipped from Ellen’s hands. It fell to the floor—and everything spilled out.
Lipstick. Tissues. A small sewing kit. And then… a piece of fabric.
Not just any fabric. My wedding dress lace.
Gasps filled the room. I stared at the delicate, familiar material lying on the ground.
How did she get that?
My voice cracked as I looked up. “What have you done?”
Ellen’s face went ghostly white. Her lips trembled. “I never meant for this to happen,” she whispered.
No one spoke. The silence was thick.
I stepped closer, my heart racing. “Tell me. What did you do to my gown?”
She sniffled, wiped her eyes, and finally confessed. “I… I didn’t want you to marry Jacob. I thought… if I messed up the wedding, he might have second thoughts.”
The words hit me like a punch.
“I snuck into the bridal shop after your fitting,” she said. “I cut a few threads inside the dress. Just enough so it would fall apart when you walked down the aisle.”
My stomach turned. I couldn’t believe it. She’d actually sabotaged my wedding dress. On purpose.
“Why?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Why would you do that to me?”
Tears poured down her face. “I just wanted him to see you weren’t right for him. I didn’t think it would go this far. I didn’t plan… this.”
I felt sick. This woman—who was supposed to become family—had done something cruel, sneaky, and deeply personal. And Jacob wasn’t even there to see it.
That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. My mom had been watching quietly, but now she stepped forward.
Her voice was calm but fierce. “How dare you,” she said, standing between me and Ellen. “How dare you try to ruin my daughter’s wedding. Do you have any idea how much she loves Jacob? How hard we’ve tried to welcome you?”
Ellen looked up, tear-streaked and shaking. “I didn’t—”
“No,” my mom cut her off. “You’ve made your feelings very clear. You don’t respect my daughter, or this family.”
Ellen tried to speak, but my mom wasn’t done.
“This wedding is about love and unity,” she said firmly. “If you can’t support that, then you have no place at the ceremony.”
The room stayed silent. Ellen just cried quietly, sitting there, defeated.
“You will fix this,” my mom said, her voice like steel. “Or you won’t be welcome.”
Ellen nodded slowly, tears still falling. She knew she had no choice.
I stood there shaking, my whole body buzzing from the shock. I didn’t know what the next few days would bring. But one thing was clear:
Everything had changed.
