Rich Groom Mocks Poor Mother-in-Law on Wedding Day Until She Takes Mic and Gives a Toast — Story of the Day

A groom mocked his bride’s poor mother because she came without an invitation. But when she shocked everyone after taking the mic and giving a wonderful toast, that’s when he learned a lesson he never imagined.

“I can’t believe she showed up,” Ethan grumbled under his breath while holding his bride’s hands. They were on the altar, and he had just noticed that his mother-in-law, Ada, had just walked in and sat down in the last row. He thought his future wife, Dalia, didn’t invite her mother.

“Please, Ethan. Let it go,” Dalia said quietly. She bit her lip and was waiting for her groom to make a scene, but he sighed and tried to contain himself.

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The truth is, Ethan didn’t want Dalia’s mother there for several reasons, and he didn’t understand why she had appeared. He didn’t hate the woman, but she shouldn’t be there. She didn’t belong. She scared him.

***

Ethan’s family was from old Connecticut money. The kind of money that never runs out, even through generations. Unlike the rest of his family, Ethan had fallen in love with Dalia without considering the future or how much money she had. Normally, his family arranged marriages with other affluent families or with convenient people.

The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside and his jaw dropped.

However, as soon as he saw the hard-working law student at Yale during their first Torts class, Ethan fell in love. She was feisty and was not afraid to speak her mind, and he was hooked immediately.

When they started dating, he was sure that Dalia had to come from money too. She never wore expensive clothes or anything, but she held herself up like the women in his family.

Some people believed the highly wealthy showed off their riches with clothes, cars, and other fancy things. But like that saying, “Money talks, wealth whispers,” the women in Ethan’s family were not flashy or ostentatious with their wealth, although they did take advantage of their privileges. He was sure that Dalia had to come from riches somehow.

He was completely blindsided when she told him the truth. She was a scholarship student who worked all her life to get to where she was. Her mother was a laundress for many wealthy families in the area and raised her alone.

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He was not too proud to admit that he almost broke up with Dalia at that point. He didn’t think they would work, and he also felt that she might have taken an interest in him because everyone at school knew him and his family.

“I don’t care about your money at all, Ethan. But I can’t stop you if you don’t want to be with me. Go date someone from your country club or whatever,” Dalia had scoffed at him when he told her his concerns.

“I don’t want a country club girl, Dalia. But it’s a genuine concern. Isn’t it for you? Do you think you’ll fit in?” he asked her sincerely.

“Please, I’ve dealt with snobby rich people looking down on me and my mother all my life. I don’t need this from you. In fact, my mother even told me you were not the one for me, so maybe she was right,” Dalia commented, shrugging, and grabbed her purse to leave his apartment.

“What? What do you mean? Wouldn’t any mother want their daughter to date a rich man?” Ethan questioned, baffled at the idea that a single, poor mother could hate him.

“Not my mom. She raised me to be independent. Ethan, I love you for you. But if you don’t believe that, we don’t have to be together,” Dalia continued and was almost out his door when he stopped her.

“No, please. Stay. Let’s talk,” he begged, and Dalia stayed.

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They agreed to continue dating, but the idea that Ada hated him never left Ethan’s mind. Unbeknownst to him, he started to fear the woman.

All the women he had dated before Dalia had mothers who were ecstatic with the idea of Ethan becoming part of their family. It was a given. He was the perfect bachelor. He had a stellar reputation in the community. He was smart. He had a steady future laid out for him. In short, he was a mother-in-law’s dream.

But not to Ada, who he refused to meet for years, making excuses every time Dalia tried to introduce them.

When he proposed, and she agreed, Dalia finally asked why he didn’t want to meet her mother.

“I just… don’t want to. I also don’t want her at our wedding. She won’t have a good time, and my family will mock her for her job and everything. It’s for the best, Dalia,” Ethan lied to his fiancée, not knowing how to express the truth. He still didn’t understand the truth.

“But I can’t get married without my mother, Ethan. She’s my world,” Dalia insisted.

“I’m meant to be your world now. So it’s either my way, or we don’t get married,” Ethan said, putting his foot down.

Dalia was not happy about it and tried to bring up the subject many times afterward. However, he didn’t budge, and eventually, she stopped saying anything. He thought that meant she wouldn’t invite Ada to the wedding.

***

However, the woman showed up. Ethan recognized her as soon as she got closer because he had seen her in Dalia’s pictures. She was dressed in what looked like a cheap new dress and was smiling. Ethan looked down and tried to focus on the pastor’s words.

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When the ceremony finished, they smiled and posed for pictures for the family. But when they went into a private room, he wanted to scream at his new wife.

“Please, don’t. I never agreed not to invite my mother. She is my mother. You get to have all your family here, and I also have a right to do so. So deal with it. You don’t have to be chummy with her or anything. But you’ll meet with her and act politely, or I’ll file for annulment immediately!” Dalia warned, her hands on her waist and looking stern.

“Fine,” Ethan muttered unhappily.

They exited the private room and went to the reception, where they were greeted by family, friends, and tons of people who came to congratulate them.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Dalia finally brought her mother to Ethan and introduced them for the first time.

“Mom, this is Ethan. I’m sorry you didn’t get to meet earlier,” she said, her tone a bit ashamed.

“Nice to meet you, dear. I wish you would’ve come to my house at some point. I wanted to cook for you and meet you personally,” Ada said, smiling brightly.

Ethan swallowed hard and shook the older woman’s hand. “Hmm, I’m sorry about that. Maybe after the honeymoon,” he responded, knowing he would do anything never to keep that promise.

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“Excellent,” Ada smiled, and Dalia smiled too.

The whole situation should’ve been entirely expected, but it wasn’t. Not for Ethan. He felt pressure in his chest. He felt fear. He realized he was intimidated by Dalia’s mother. But why?

She was a laundry woman, skinny, poor, and frail. He had dealt with ruthless business people who dealt with his father and had already faced nail-biting situations as a lawyer. So why was he afraid of this old woman?

She was just his mother-in-law, and he had nothing to fear. Nothing. Literally. He tried to calm down, but the feeling didn’t go away.

At some point, Dalia went with her bridesmaids to dance, and the groomsmen joined Ethan. He didn’t realize Ada was nearby when the boys started talking about his new mother-in-law.

“Yeah, well, Dalia comes from nothing, but now she has me. She can forget her old life. I didn’t want to invite that poor old woman, but what can I do?” Ethan mocked, and his buddies laughed. They were all rich too.

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“Yeah, well, Dalia doesn’t have to worry about money ever again with you, dude,” his friend, Austin, laughed, and the pressure on Ethan’s chest eased with the banter. They continued to mock the poor old lady, although she had been nothing but pleasant to Ethan in their brief encounter. He never expected what she would do next.

***

A few hours into the party, it was finally time for the speeches. Ethan’s best man and Dalia’s maid of honor spoke first. They were their friends from their Yale days. However, Ethan’s chest tightened again when he saw Ada getting up on stage and taking the microphone.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Ada, Dalia’s mother, and I also want to give a toast. Can you believe that I just met the groom today? Well, he didn’t want to meet me, apparently. He was mocking me with his buddies earlier this evening,” the older woman started, and Dalia turned to Ethan with a sharp look.

“Well, I’m sure you all know I don’t come from this amazing wealth. I actually don’t have much money, but I did my best with Dalia. She is my pride and joy; she loves Ethan more than anything, and I know she doesn’t care about money. That’s how I raised her,” Ada continued. “And I’m glad to know that everyone here accepted her, even with her background. Thank you for that… Now, I have a gift for the newlyweds. Can you come here, darlings?”

Ada signaled for Ethan and Dalia to join her on stage, and the older woman produced an envelope. The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside, and his jaw dropped.

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Dalia asked him about it, and he could only whisper, “She bought us a house.”

“With all my hard work and years of scrimping, I managed to buy my daughter a house. Nearby, actually, and I hope you can start your family there. I love you, Dalia. And I hope, Ethan, that in time, you can love me too,” Ada finished, and the whole room erupted in cheers, standing for the woman.

Dalia hugged her mother and cried terribly, not caring that her makeup was running. When they separated, the poor older woman turned to her new son-in-law with a tentative grin.

Ethan was sweating, and his eyes had watered. “I’m so sorry,” he choked. “Thank you.”

Ada only grinned wider and hugged him to her chest. She had forgiven him easily. There was no animosity in her heart for Ethan. Her daughter loved him, and she had to believe it was because he was a good man.

As Ada held him in his arms, Ethan realized something. He was afraid and intimidated by this older woman because… she made it all on her own.

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The people in his life had been rich for generations. He didn’t know a businessman, friend, or colleague who was self-made. His friends were wealthy. His colleagues too. Dalia was self-made, but she somehow always seemed like old money.

Ada, however, was a thoroughly average – almost poor person – and she was there. She had successfully raised a thriving daughter and had spent all her hard-earned money on a house even though he knew she didn’t have one of her own.

Ethan couldn’t understand how someone could make it in this world without all his privileges, so he was afraid to be near her. He couldn’t measure next to her. He would crumble in her circumstances. He would fail. He was… nothing… without his money, and the realization was staggering.

“Son, don’t think about it twice. You’re forgiven. We’re family now. Just… make my daughter as happy as you can,” Ada said in his ear so no one else could hear, and he promised himself he would do that.

When they separated, the party started. Ethan’s parents thanked Ada for the house and they talked all night. Ethan apologized to Dalia for mocking her mother; his bride was just as understanding as his new mother-in-law.

“I will never do something like that again, and your mom will be invited to our house and all our events all the time,” he promised as they danced the night away.

Dalia nodded. “You bet she will.”

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They went on their honeymoon, after which they moved into the house Ada bought them. It was huge for newlyweds, and even Dalia couldn’t believe how her mother had afforded such a luxurious place.

As they furnished the house, Ethan realized he didn’t want to stand in his father’s shadow or his family’s extensive wealth for the rest of his life. He decided to quit his job and start his own practice with Dalia, where they helped lower-income clients with their cases. His life was no longer about money; for the first time, he felt complete.

Money had driven his every move forever; now, it felt like he was cleared of it. He stopped caring about luxuries, vacations, fancy cars, or even his wealthy friends. Those things didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Dalia, Ada, his family, and the interests of his clients.

Years later, during a special anniversary dinner, Ethan’s father, Ferdinand, pulled him aside and told him how proud he was of him.

“I was going to kick you out of the practice back then after Dalia’s mother talked about you mocking her, but then you quit, and I couldn’t have been more surprised. What you’re doing now… is unbelievable. It’s what you dream of doing when you’re a young lawyer who only wants justice for the world,” Ferdinand said in a serious, heartfelt tone. “I thought I had raised a spoiled boy. But you are my pride and joy.”

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Ethan smiled at the words, similar to what Ada had said about Dalia at their wedding, and once again, he felt whole. As he watched his family enjoying the dinner and each other’s company, he understood that this was worth more than all the money in the world.

What can we learn from this story?

  • It’s never right to make fun of people due to their financial or social status. Ethan mocked his mother-in-law only to realize why he did it and how wrong of him it was.
  • Money is important to survive, but it’s not everything. Ethan discovered that life was more than your paycheck or how much money your family had when he married Dalia and met Ada.

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Woman Told Her Daughter Her Father Had Died – Years Later, the Girl Discovered a Heartbreaking Truth

When Cassie returns from a getaway with her husband and son, she walks into her home to see a cryptic message from her mother — telling her to watch a video. As Cassie presses play, her entire life changes. In the end, she’s left wondering which of her parents are worthy of forgiveness.

In my eyes, my father could do no wrong. He was everything I needed him to be and more. He was a businessman who was always traveling, but he ensured that he made enough time for me.

“You’re my little girl, Cassie,” he would say, bopping my nose with his index finger. “You’re the most special.”

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My parents always went out of their way for me — ensuring that despite their busy schedules, we would have family dinner almost every night.

It was the one thing that kept me grounded while both of my friends from school were in the middle of their parents’ messy divorces.

“I think it’s trendy now,” I told my mother as she cut slices of banana bread for me after school one day.

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Sliced banana bread | Source: Unsplash

“Cas, you cannot think that divorce is trendy,” she laughed. “It’s devastating and traumatic, and very few families actually keep things civil.”

“I’m just saying that it’s trendy because a lot of kids live between two homes,” I explained to her. “It’s one of those things we were talking about in class today.”

I was fourteen, and the world seemed more dramatic than it should have been.

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A smiling girl in a hoodie | Source: Pexels

But what I didn’t know was that my words seemed to be an incantation that settled over our home.

A few weeks after that conversation, my father went away on a business trip. A few hours after he had been gone, there was news of his passing.

“How?” I asked. “How did he die?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Cassie,” she replied. “I’m just saying what the paramedics told me.”

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Two paramedics standing | Source: Pexels

“So what will we do next?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled by the question.

“For the funeral?” I asked. “Aren’t we going to have one?”

“I don’t think so,” my mother replied. “Dad wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread at the beach. Let’s do that instead.”

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A black and white urn | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t fathom why my mother would want to do that — but at the end of the day, she knew my father best. And the longer I thought about it, the more beautiful and sentimental a private ceremony at the beach felt.

“Don’t be difficult, Cassie,” my mother said when she saw me thinking about my next move.

“I’m not,” I said. “Really. I was just thinking about it. It’s a great idea, Mom.”

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A pathway to the beach | Source: Unsplash

I could have fought her for a send-off that I thought would have been more appropriate. But what use would it have been? At the end of the day, we had both lost him.

The months following the beach ceremony felt weighted, and I knew that I was becoming deeply depressed — my father had been our world. And his absence was felt more than anything.

But, with time, I learned to live with it.

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A girl sitting on the floor and looking out the window | Source: Pexels

Last week, I decided to book a cabin in the woods for a little family vacation. My son was adamant that camping was the new best thing, and I knew that despite the wonders of nature, I wasn’t going to camp in a tent without a bathroom in sight.

Instead, I thought that a cabin would be the best option — my husband, Derek, could camp outside with Drew, our son, if he insisted on it.

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A cabin in the woods | Source: Unsplash

We had a dog, therefore, I asked my mother to house-sit for the week so that we could be at peace, knowing that Romeo was taken care of.

A week away was more than enough to restore my mind — and eventually, when we went back home, I was surprised to see that my mother wasn’t there. In fact, it looked like she had never been there.

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A dog lying on the grass | Source: Unsplash

But there, on the coffee table, was a note beneath the TV remote.

Watch this, Cassie. I’m sorry. — Mom

I didn’t know what was in store for me, but while Derek got Drew into the bath, I put the TV on and began to watch whatever my mother had planned.

The TV flickered to life, and there he was, my father, his voice a long-lost melody, his image aged but still, unmistakably him.

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A person holding a TV remote | Source: Unsplash

Tears streamed down my face as the realization that he was still alive enveloped me in a mix of joy and disbelief.

The video message was nothing short of unpredictable.

My dear Cassie, I’m still here, alive. I’m so sorry for the pain that you must have felt from my loss. But it was needed. I needed to be removed from your life because of the sordid truth of my past. Your mother knows everything, please ask her for the truth.

My health is on a steady decline, and I would love to see you and explain it all.

Love you, Dad.

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An old man | Source: Pexels

Without telling Derek or Drew anything, I grabbed the car keys and ran out. I needed my mother to explain.

“So, I bet you’ve got questions for me,” she said, opening the door.

“Explain it all,” I said.

“Cassie, it’s heavy. You look tired from your trip; are you sure you want to do this now?” she asked.

I nodded. It was now or never. I needed to know why my father faked his own death to get out of our lives.

My mother made us some tea and took out some shortbread.

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Shortbread cookies on a plate | Source: Unsplash

“Darling,” she said. “I’ll understand if you don’t forgive me, but there’s so much about that time that I need to tell you.”

I sipped my tea, trying to figure out what my mother was about to tell me.

“I remember that you were telling me about your friend’s parents getting divorced. Do you remember that?” she asked.

I nodded. Of course, I did. It was the strangest thing, but it was so common when I was in school.

“Well, your father and I were not legally married. So when I told him about our conversation regarding divorce, he was actually relieved. Without being married, there would be no divorce.”

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A marriage certificate | Source: Unsplash

“What’s the big deal?” I asked.

“Then I found out that the real reason that we didn’t get married was because your father was already married to another woman.”

“What?” I exclaimed, almost dropping my cup. “To who?”

“To a woman in the town where he always had his business trips.”

“You didn’t know?” I asked, unable to believe her words.

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A couple showing off their wedding rings | Source: Unsplash

“Of course not!” she exclaimed. “But when I pressed him about it, he decided to choose that family over us. So, I told him that the story was going to be his death.”

We were both silent for a moment.

Turns out that my mother told him that she would never tell me the truth, not when he was my favorite person. She couldn’t burst my bubble in that way. And she refused to let him see me one more time.

“It was better for you to think that it was an accident,” my mother said. “It just made more sense.”

Now, I understood why we didn’t have a funeral for him.

“What did we throw into the sea, then?” I asked.

“Dust,” she replied with a straight face.

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A cloud of dust | Source: Unsplash

My mother had spoken to him twice over the years. The second time being a day ago.

During their meeting, my father confessed his imminent death due to illness and requested that she give me the recording. My mother, torn by guilt and love, chose to write me the note and have the recording all set for me to watch.

“I would have taken the secret to my grave,” she said. “But knowing that he was ill and wanted to see you just struck something in me.”

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A cemetery | Source: Pexels

Compelled by a need to confront the reality of my father’s existence, I traveled to the state where he lived with his other family.

I spent a few weeks with my father — going in and out of hospitals, watching him take an array of different medication, and growing weaker by the day.

Sitting at his bedside, I listened to his stories, the regrets, the moments of joy, and the love he had for all his children — myself included.

When things started to go downhill, I asked Derek to fly over with Drew. It was going to be a fleeting moment, but at least I’d know that my son had met my father.

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A sick old man | Source: Pexels

A few days later, my father died.

Even now, I don’t know if I’ve forgiven him for the lie of having a double life. I just know that when it came to it in the end — I wanted to spend time with him. I had shoved my feelings aside, hoping for memories that I could figure out later.

But now that the dust has settled, I’m trying to figure out if I should forgive my mother for lying.

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Flowers on a grave | Source: Pexels

What would you do?

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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