My Mother-in-Law Tried to Ruin Our Wedding by Pitting Us against Each Other

As a wedding coordinator, Maya is accustomed to unusual weddings. As a result, she believes she has every aspect of her wedding arranged, even down to the last minute. Up until her mother-in-law schemes to break up with her fiancé and he disappears…

I’ve planned a good number of crazy weddings in my time as a wedding planner. From the craziest requests to lethargic grooms and bridezillas. I once worked with a couple who wanted to exchange vows aloft in a hot air balloon, but the bride discovered she had a fear of heights.

I was so confident that Fred and I were prepared for my wedding. that at last, everything had been completed correctly. Nevertheless, I still wanted my coworker Jenna to handle the wedding’s details. I desired to experience my wedding moment.

With the exception of ensuring that sliders would be available at the wedding reception, Fred left everything up to me because he knew that I was in my element when it came to our wedding.

About a year before our wedding, we met Jenna at a restaurant, and I provided her all the information she required in a planner. She would have an easy time of it; all she had to do was handle the planning administration. as well as to realise the concept.

“Maya,” she uttered while taking a sip of her drink. “This is ideal. Everything has been prepared by you.”

I sipped my glass and remarked, “I just don’t want to be bogged down with the planning part of it.”

Fred laughed and said, “And having you around will be so much better.” “Show Maya options that are friendly to my pocket.”

Everything was flawless.

Everything was going smoothly, every last detail carefully thought out and prepared for what was supposed to be the most memorable day of our lives.

Up until three nights prior to the nuptials, when chaos ensued.

I was having a slice of pie and watching reality television at what must have been around eight o’clock in the evening.

The next morning was my nail appointment, and I was beginning to feel like a bride at last. Fred and I have been fighting about everything and anything for the past few weeks. Before it was time to go to bed, we had pointless arguments.

Fred was staying with his best man this week, at least.

“Just to get him out of your hair for a bit, Maya,” he said.

I assured him, “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” “Just keep him out of trouble.”

I was aware that Marlene, my soon-to-be mother-in-law, was the main source of the issue. She was an actress. She always put on a show that I was the best thing that had happened to Fred and that she loved me in front of everyone else.

She was unaware, though, that I had overheard their chat months before Fred asked me to marry him.

“Maya is not your spouse, Fred. You don’t need this kind of women. One evening, over dinner at her house, Marlene angrily said, “You need the exact opposite of her.”

Fred said quietly, “Mom, Maya is the only person I want to marry.”

“Fred, you’ll regret it. Just wait,” Marlene menacingly said.

But I took out my phone to text Fred while I was sitting there watching TV. I was beginning to feel concerned because I hadn’t spoken to him for the most of the day.

The sound of the doorbell startled me out of my reverie.

As I opened the door, I thought to myself, that’s probably him.

However, no.

A delivery man with a massive arrangement of flowers was standing on the opposite side.

I said, “That’s beautiful.” “Who is it from?”

“Madam, there’s a card,” the delivery man mentioned.

After giving me the bouquet, he turned to head down the stairs.

“Oh, Fred,” I replied, taking a whiff of the roses.

One thing he would do for me was send me unexpected flowers.

However, as soon as I opened the card, my heart fell out of my chest.

It said I Don’t on the card.

Suddenly, all the breath in my lungs vanished. I took a seat on the couch and sobbed uncontrollably.

I must have contacted Fred twenty or more times within a few hours. He didn’t answer the phone.

I gave Jenna a call. I needed an unbiased third party to see the problem from a different angle. Someone who would not want to be on Fred’s or my side was what I needed. I needed an objective source that would tell me the whole truth.

Jenna was driving to my flat when I started to lose it. I had the worst case scenario in mind. that Fred was alone in a hospital room after suffering an injury.

I exclaimed, “Thank goodness,” as I opened the door. “I think we need to go to the emergency room and look for Fred there.”

Jenna gave me a long, intense gaze. I was aware that she was perplexed by what had occurred.

“All right,” she replied. “I’ll drive.”

When we arrived at the emergency hospital, no one present fit my fiancé’s description.

Jenna led me to the car and said, “Let me take you home.”

I told her everything about the flowers and the card’s message while we were driving.

After we arrived home, I asked Jenna to go. For the duration of the programme, I had no idea what further to do.

When I called Marlene, she also didn’t answer.

Fred called me back in the wee hours of the morning, waking me up with his call.

It seemed that he had gone out for a final drink with his pals that evening.

Fred seemed genuinely surprised, was completely stoned, and could hardly speak.

“Flowers? Over the phone, he stumbled, “What flowers?

When it became apparent that Fred had nothing at all to do with the menacing flower arrangement, the narrative intensified.

Eventually, he admitted that he had passed asleep and would remain there till the next morning at his friend’s house.

The person hiding behind the flowers had to be Marlene.

She probably couldn’t take the fact that the wedding was truly happening, now that it was getting so close.

I asked Marlene to my flat the next morning.

I said, “It’s important,” into the phone. “Fred is the subject. I’m concerned.

I was aware that was the only way to reach her.

“Do you want me to marry Fred or not?” As soon as she entered the room, I questioned her.

“No, I do,” Marlene replied as she took a sip of her self-helped coffee. The two of you are simply too young. Fred went out to drink last night, as you can see. Since they were all together, his brother told me. Is that man prepared to get married?”

Even though I had my concerns, I had to give it to Marlene. not concerning Fred’s affection for me. Never do that. All I wanted to know was, was he prepared for marriage?

“I don’t know if you’re the right fit,” she replied. “When I envision Fred getting married, it’s to a traditional partner. Someone who desires a peaceful existence alongside him. Maya, you arrange marriages. Party planning is what you do for a living.”

“You know it’s not fair,” I shot back. “Did you send the flowers?”

Marlene gave a nod.

“I also mentioned that Fred and I spoke. and that you weren’t positive that marriage was what you wanted. Maya, I apologise,” she uttered icily. “I only needed to sow the doubt.” I needed more time from you two.”

I talked to Marlene for hours on end. We gradually overcame our disagreements.

Enough, though, for her to approve my marriage to Fred this coming Saturday.

Marlene remarked, “But I’m going to meet Fred now.” And, sweetheart, I’m going to open up to him. A man shouldn’t be inebriated and unconscious just a few days prior to his wedding.”

No one could have predicted the chaos we had experienced in the days leading up to our wedding when Fred and I exchanged vows on the morning of our wedding.

There were tears, there were smiles, and a lot of making amends. The guests had a great time at the wedding; they danced all night long and ate to their hearts’ content.

Later, as Fred and I departed for our honeymoon, Marlene broke down in tears, realising that she had finally accepted me as her daughter.

At least, that was my hope.

Everything went according to plan in the end. And even though everything worked out, I’m glad there was a happily ever after since I needed Marlene’s acceptance before our wedding.

I needed to know that she was genuinely concerned. Even though everything had been jeopardised by her floral delivery.

However, my wedding is at least over now. All I have to worry about is the upcoming strangers’ wedding.