My Dad Invited My Brother and Me to His Wedding to the Woman He Cheated on Our Mom With –
He Had No Idea He'd Regret It Soon
When my dad invited my 12-year-old brother, Owen, and me to his wedding with Dana, the woman he cheated on our mom with, I dreaded the day. Owen, once a joyful kid, had grown quiet after our parents’ messy divorce, which left our mom broken. Despite his initial refusal, family pressure convinced Owen to attend.
At the wedding, Owen seemed eerily calm. Weeks earlier, he’d asked me to order itching powder online, claiming it was for a school prank. I suspected his plan but didn’t stop him, quietly angry about our mom’s suffering. During the ceremony, Dana began scratching frantically, her wedding jacket laced with the powder Owen had applied. She fled mid-vows, humiliated, and returned in a different outfit, but the mood was ruined.
Later, Owen admitted he wanted Dana to feel the embarrassment our mom endured. Our dad, furious, hasn’t spoken to us, and Dana’s family calls us “evil.” Our grandparents demand apologies, but I won’t give one. I didn’t plan it, but I let it happen, and I don’t regret it. Our mom’s pain was ignored, and Owen’s act felt like justice. Am I wrong? Maybe. But I’m not sorry.
