I should have stopped her. I should have screamed, knocked the glass away, and exposed her right there in front of everyone. But I didn’t. I wanted to see what she had planned for me. I wanted proof. I wanted everyone to see who Caroline really was beneath that perfect, charitable, pillar-of-the-community mask she wore.

So I watched my mother-in-law drink the poison she’d prepared for me. And then all hell broke loose.Before we continue, please write in the comment which country you are watching this video. We love knowing where our global family is tuning in from. And if this is your first time on this channel, please subscribe. Your support helps us bring even more epic revenge tales of life. Enjoy listening.The morning of my wedding, I woke up believing in fairy tales. Sunlight streamed through the windows of the bridal suite at the Rosewood Estate, painting everything in soft gold. My best friend, Julia, was already awake, hanging my dress—a gorgeous ivory gown with delicate lace sleeves—near the window where it caught the light.

«Today’s the day, Lori,» she whispered, her eyes shining. «You’re marrying Dylan.»I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. Duh. My Dylan. After three years of dating, we were finally doing this, finally becoming husband and wife.