Always an Outsider
From the start, my in-laws made it clear I didn’t belong. When I got engaged to Tom, his family was polite, but the coldness was unmistakable. My mother-in-law once smiled and said, “You’re sweet, but Tom’s always been ambitious. You seem… simple.”
Family gatherings were no better. Tom’s brother, Jack, loved taking jabs at me. “Cake decorating must be exhausting,” he’d tease. Tom always brushed it off, saying, “They don’t mean it.” But their looks and whispers told a different story.
A Request and a Flicker of Hope
One day, Jack sent me an unexpected message. “Can you bake a cake for my birthday? Just plain.” Despite years of criticism, I hoped this was their way of finally accepting me.
I poured my heart into that cake. Three tiers of soft blue and silver, with intricate hand-painted flowers. I wanted it to represent my best.
The Real Party
When I arrived at the venue, the decorations stopped me cold. Gold “Bon Voyage” signs hung everywhere, and photos of Tom with another woman filled the walls. This wasn’t a birthday party—it was a farewell celebration for Tom and his mistress.
Jack smirked as he said, “Didn’t Tom tell you? He’s leaving you.” Tom admitted it was over. He was moving to Europe with her.
Serving the Last Slice
Instead of breaking down, I stayed calm. I served the cake with a few sharp words for everyone involved. Then I walked out, knowing I deserved better.
Karma Comes Around
Days later, Tom’s new plans crumbled when his affair went public. He lost his job, his move, and his reputation. He tried texting me, saying he’d made a mistake. My reply?
“Too late.”
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