My Cousin Sabotaged My Wedding Dress—But She Was SHOCKED When She Saw What I Wore Instead
My cousin Sarah has always been the jealous type—the kind of person who needs to be the center of attention.
So when she suddenly offered to make my wedding dress as a gift, I should have known something was off.
Sarah is a talented seamstress, so at first, I was touched. She took my measurements, we picked the perfect design, and everything seemed fine. But at my final fitting… my heart dropped.
The dress was two sizes too small.
I couldn’t even zip it up.
Sarah gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “Jess, did you seriously gain weight right before your wedding?”
I hadn’t gained an ounce. She knew exactly what she was doing.
The Last-Minute “Fix”
Sarah put on a sympathetic face. “I’ll try to fix it, but the wedding is so close…”
On my big day, she arrived with my “fixed” dress, smiling smugly. I slipped it on… and it was hideous.
Yes, it fit—but it looked nothing like the elegant design we chose. Instead, it was cheap-looking, plain, and rushed—like something from a bargain bin.
Sarah threw up her hands. “I did what I could!”
Tears welled in my eyes. I turned away, pretending to be devastated. But inside?
I was smirking.
Sarah had no idea what was coming.
The Ultimate Revenge
When I finally stepped into the chapel, my dad on my arm, I scanned the crowd—and found her.
Sarah’s face went white.
Her jaw dropped.
She looked like she had seen a ghost.
Because I wasn’t wearing the dress she tried to sabotage.
Instead, I walked down the aisle in a gown so breathtaking, it looked straight out of a fairy tale. Lace details, a flowing train, sparkling embellishments—it was everything I had dreamed of.
And Sarah?
She stood there, clutching the ugly dress she thought I’d be wearing, her expression twisted in disbelief.
The Moment She Knew She Lost
After the ceremony, she stormed up to me, her voice shaking. “W-where did you get that dress?”
I smiled sweetly. “Oh, this? Just a little backup.”
Her eyes widened. “A… a backup?”
I nodded, watching her unravel. “Yes. You see, I had a feeling you might try something shady.”
Sarah blinked rapidly, searching for a defense. “I… I was just trying to help.”
I leaned in slightly. “Oh, please. You rushed my measurements. You acted suspicious every time I asked for an update. And then, somehow, my dream dress turned into a disaster?” I let out a soft laugh. “You’re not as clever as you think, Sarah.”
Her face flushed with guilt. She knew she was caught.
The Final Blow
I let her squirm for a second before delivering the knockout punch.
“I had a second dress made—by someone who actually cares about me.”
Sarah’s mouth opened and closed, her cheeks burning red. “You… you went behind my back?”
I tilted my head. “Just like you went behind mine.”
Her hands clenched into fists. I could see the embarrassment, the frustration bubbling inside her.
But she couldn’t do anything about it.
Because I won.
The Sweetest Victory
For the rest of the night, Sarah sulked in the corner, watching me shine in the gown she tried to ruin.
She wanted to humiliate me on the biggest day of my life.
Instead, she humiliated herself.
And as I twirled on the dance floor, my dress sparkling under the lights, I had never felt more beautiful. Not just because of the dress—but because I refused to let her steal my joy.
Sarah’s jealousy didn’t ruin my wedding.
It made my victory that much sweeter.
