My MIL Demanded to Sit Between Me and Her Son at Our Wedding, She Didnt Expect Me to Agree So Easily

When Patricia insisted on sitting between Ethan and me at our wedding, I let her—just as I had with every demand. She micromanaged everything, dismissed my choices, and Ethan always excused it.

Then she arrived in a white, rhinestone-studded gown, clinging to Ethan like the bride. “I’ve always been the most important woman in his life,” she declared.

Fine.

I made a quick call. Minutes later, the cake arrived—now topped with a groom and his mother, a perfect replica of them. The room went silent. Patricia turned crimson.

“This is inappropriate!” she hissed.

I smiled. “Oh, Patricia, don’t be so sensitive.”

Handing her the knife, I walked away. Champagne flowed in the limo. Freedom never tasted sweeter.