I Invited a Fortune Teller to My Bridal Party to Prank My MIL, but I Didn’t Expect Her to Reveal a Secret Hidden in a Bag

I arranged for a psychic to attend my hen party as a light-hearted joke to unsettle my challenging future mother-in-law. What began as innocent entertainment quickly turned into a startling confrontation, uncovering a hidden item in her luxury purse that risked destroying my upcoming nuptials completely.

My future husband's mother disliked me from our first meeting. When Jacob introduced us, she clearly thought I wasn't suitable for her boy. Initially, I dismissed my concerns, but she eventually made her feelings clear. "I struggle to understand how someone from your social circle would integrate with our family," she remarked one day when Jacob was absent. I could only respond with stunned silence.

The wedding preparations intensified her behavior. She criticized all my choices. The wedding cake was "too basic," I invited "too many people," and she constantly found fault with my wedding dress. "You're not seriously wearing that?" she scoffed when I showed her my dress photo. "It looks low-quality. Jacob should have better." Her constant criticism was draining, but I tried to pay no attention. I loved Jacob deeply and wanted to avoid conflict. Nevertheless, I suspected she aimed to sabotage my happiness.

This led to my idea—a simple joke to put her in her place. I booked a fortune teller for my bridal celebration. It was meant to be fun entertainment. I hoped the psychic would mention some personal details about my mother-in-law to surprise her. I expected nothing significant, just some amusement that might help her relax her attitude.

The bridal party was wonderful. My closest friends attended, enjoying drinks and laughter. Everyone felt excited. With just seven days until the wedding, despite the pressure, I started to feel organized. Then our special guest arrived.

She wore an elegant, sweeping outfit with deep purple and gold details. Her gaze was intense and mysterious, with jingling jewelry accompanying her movements. My friends whispered excitedly, eager for the readings to begin. We sat in a circle while she gave each person a brief reading about love, joy, and future paths. Everything proceeded according to plan.

But when the fortune teller reached my future mother-in-law, the atmosphere shifted. She pointed directly at her with a suddenly serious expression. "You," the psychic stated in a commanding, quiet voice. "Your handbag... contains a hidden secret."

Complete silence filled the room. All merriment instantly stopped. My pulse quickened as I watched her. This unexpected development wasn't part of my planned joke. What was happening?

My future mother-in-law squirmed in her chair. She tried to smile, but I noticed fear behind her expression.

"This is absurd," she declared, dismissing the claim with a wave. "I have no clue what you mean." The psychic remained firm. She moved closer, speaking more forcefully. "You have committed an act... something you've concealed."

All guests now focused on my future mother-in-law. She chuckled, but it seemed fake. "I have no secrets," she claimed, her voice slightly unsteady. The fortune teller cocked her head and squinted. "It connects to a wedding ceremony," she proceeded. "There's interference... an action you took to spoil it."

I became still. My insides knotted as I watched both women. I felt confused. Was this still part of the joke? But her frightened expression suggested otherwise. She looked terrified.

"You speak falsehoods," my future mother-in-law barked, jumping to her feet. "I don't understand what trick you're playing, but I refuse to hear these ridiculous accusations."

I moved forward, speaking quietly. "What's inside your purse?" I questioned. My future mother-in-law stood rigid, gripping her handbag firmly, with a colorless face. Silence filled the space as everyone stared at her. My friends, previously aware of my planned prank, now appeared equally puzzled and worried.

"I don't know what you suspect," she said, her voice trembling despite attempts to sound assured. "This is preposterous."

The psychic maintained her steady gaze. "You've acted to hurt someone close to you," she stated, speaking softly yet confidently. "It relates to a wedding... and involves bridal attire."

My heart halted. Bridal attire? My wedding dress? I looked at my friends, who stared back with shocked expressions.

My mother-in-law clutched her bag strap tighter, her fingers whitening. "You lie!" she shouted, her voice getting louder. "I would never—"

"Then reveal the contents," the fortune teller calmly interrupted. "If you have nothing to conceal."

My mother-in-law retreated slightly, her eyes scanning the room for an exit. "I need not prove anything to you," she insisted. "This entire situation is absurd."

The suspense grew unbearable. I reached my limit. "Let me see," I demanded, stepping closer with a shaky voice. "What's in your bag, Ellen?"

She pulled her purse tighter against herself, but before she could move away, my friend Sarah reached out. During the struggle, the bag fell from Ellen's hands and hit the floor, spilling its contents before everyone.

A small sewing kit scattered across the floor, followed by something that made my stomach sink—a fabric piece. My fabric. The exact lace from my wedding gown.

Everyone gasped. I stood motionless, staring at the delicate material on the floor, thoughts racing. How did she obtain that? Why did she possess it? My voice broke as I raised my eyes to hers. "What have you done?" I asked, barely managing to speak.

Ellen's complexion turned ashen. She backed away, her mouth quivering. She glanced from me to the lace, tears forming in her eyes. "I never intended this outcome," she murmured.

The space remained hushed, with all attention directed at her. Everyone stood still. I moved closer, my chest thumping rapidly. "Explain yourself, Ellen. What actions did you take with my gown?"

She inhaled deeply, dabbing her eyes, and eventually spoke. "I... I wished to prevent your marriage to Jacob," she admitted, speaking barely above a whisper. "I believed damaging the wedding might cause him to reconsider."

My eyes flooded as her statement struck me. I sensed my companions behind me, observing in disbelief. How could she attempt this? How could she try to destroy my special day?

"I visited your dress appointment," she continued, her voice unsteady. "I entered secretly after your departure and sliced several threads. Just sufficient... just enough to make the dress collapse when you walk the aisle."

Horror swept through me. I gazed at her, struggling to comprehend her confession. She had actively tried to ruin my wedding dress. For what purpose? Because she deemed me unworthy of her son?

"Why?" I asked softly, my voice cracking. "How could you inflict this on me?"

Tears ran down her cheeks as she sank into a seat. "I didn't anticipate this level of consequences," she wept. "I merely wanted him to see he deserved better. I didn't intend for it to... I didn't plan for this."

I shook my head in shock. The woman who should become my relative, who should value me, had performed something so vicious, so spiteful. And Jacob remained absent to witness it. He wasn't present to support me.

I felt a touch on my shoulder. My mother had observed everything, silent until this moment. But now she spoke up.

"How dare you," my mom stated, her voice calm yet filled with rage. She positioned herself between me and Ellen's crying figure. "How dare you attempt to ruin my daughter's wedding. Do you realize how deeply she loves Jacob? How much effort we've made to include you throughout this process?"

Ellen looked up, drying her eyes. "I didn't—"

"No," my mom interrupted sharply. "You've clearly shown your attitude. You disrespect my daughter, and you disrespect our family."

Ellen attempted to respond, but my mom continued. "This wedding celebrates love and family, and if you cannot participate positively, you should not attend the wedding."

Complete silence filled the room. Nobody moved. Ellen simply sat crying, but my mom refused to excuse her behavior.

"You will repair this," my mom declared firmly.

"You must correct this situation. Or you will not attend at all." Ellen nodded with tearstained cheeks. She recognized she had no alternative. I remained there, trembling, as my mom's statement repeated in my thoughts. I couldn't predict what would follow, but I understood one certainty—nothing would be the same again.