My Sister-in-Law Stole My Late Mother’s Wedding Dress—Karma Ruined Her Plans

It started with a “compliment.” My sister-in-law, Kayla, admired the garment bag in my closet—my late mother’s wedding dress, lovingly modernized just for me. The next morning, it was gone.

Hours later, I saw her on Instagram—posing at a gala in my dress. Torn straps, a wine stain across the lace my mother chose, and a smug caption: “Vintage with a twist.”

My chest caved. This wasn’t just fabric. It was my mother’s memory, the only piece of her she’d left behind before passing when I was 18.

Kayla dismissed me: “Relax, it’s just fabric.” But my fiancé, Logan—her brother—was livid. He confronted her, and her obsession spilled out: “You’re marrying the wrong girl. You always loved me more.”

With help from a skilled seamstress, Logan restored the gown stitch by stitch. On my wedding day, rain fell—then broke into a rainbow, just as Mom always said it would.

Kayla tried to crash the ceremony, but security turned her away.

I walked down the aisle in the dress she tried to destroy—proof that love and resilience outshine jealousy.