My Dad Invited My Brother and Me to His Wedding to the Woman He Cheated on Our Mom With – He Had No Idea He’d Regret It Soon

When Dad invited my 12-year-old brother, Owen, and me to his wedding to Dana, the woman who broke up our family, I dreaded attending. Owen, once a joyful kid, had grown quiet after Dad’s affair and our parents’ divorce, which left Mom devastated. Despite our reluctance, family pressure convinced us to go. Two weeks prior, Owen asked me to order itching powder online, claiming it was for a school prank. I suspected his plan but didn’t stop him, still hurting from Mom’s pain. At the wedding, Owen offered to hang Dana’s jacket, secretly lacing it with the

powder. During the ceremony, Dana, itching uncontrollably, fled in distress, disrupting the event. The reception was awkward, and Dad later blamed us for ruining his day, while Dana’s family called us “evil.” Our grandparents demanded apologies, but I haven’t given one. Owen felt justice was served, ensuring Dana felt the humiliation Mom endured. I didn’t plan it, but I let it happen, torn between guilt and loyalty to Mom’s suffering. Am I wrong for not stopping him? I’m not sure, but I’m not sorry.