didn’t think much of it when my future mother-in-law, Janet, kept obsessively asking about my wedding dress—until I came home one day to find my $3,000 gown missing. My fiancé, Mark, admitted she’d wanted to see it and he took it without my permission. When he returned it, my heart sank—the dress was ruined. The lace was torn, the zipper broken, and the fabric stretched beyond repair. I was devastated. Janet,
of course, denied responsibility and refused to pay for the damage, even suggesting she’d “fix the zipper” herself. Mark didn’t defend me, and I felt completely betrayed. Then, unexpectedly, Mark’s sister Rachel came forward with a secret weapon—photos of Janet trying on my dress, laughing in the mirror. With this proof,
