Two weeks later, I came home to find my wedding dress missing. My fiancé, Mark, had taken it to Janet’s house. When he returned with it, the dress was ruined—the lace torn, the zipper broken, and the fabric stretched out of shape. Janet laughed it off when I confronted her, offering to “fix” it, but I knew it was beyond repair.Two days later, Mark’s sister Rachel showed up with photos of Janet trying on my dress, squeezed into it and laughing. Armed with this evidence,

I threatened to post the photos unless Janet paid for a new dress. She refused, so I made the post public, sharing the photos and explaining how she ruined my gown.The next day, Janet stormed into our apartment, demanding I take it down. But I stood my ground, and when Mark finally spoke up, I knew the relationship was over. I took off my engagement ring and ended the relationship, telling them both to leave.I felt lighter than I had in months, knowing I deserved better than a man who wouldn’t stand up for me and a mother-in-law who had no respect for boundaries.