My stepmother thought she had everything under control when she locked me inside to keep me from ruining her wedding. But one mistake turned her perfect day

into a disaster. A few months ago, my dad, 61, announced he was marrying Dana, a woman in her fifties who I had never quite gotten along with. Despite my

efforts, Dana always made me feel like an outsider in her world. I didn’t get an invitation to the wedding, but I still decided to show up to support my dad. A

few days before the wedding, my dad called to say Dana insisted I stay with them. When I arrived, Dana barely acknowledged me and quickly went to bed, leaving

me alone, The next morning, I woke up to find my phone and keys gone, and every door and window locked. On the kitchen counter, there was a Post-it from Dana:

“Don’t take it personally. It’s just not your day. ”Panicked, I used my Apple Watch to message my friend Tasha for help. She arrived within ten minutes, and we

rushed to the wedding. When I walked into the venue, Dana’s face twisted in shock. I calmly walked down the aisle and showed my dad the Post-it note. The truth

came out—Dana had lied about me not wanting to come. My aunt confronted her, and the tension spread. My dad, realizing the truth, walked away from the altar,

canceling the wedding. Dana sobbed, but my dad saw her for who she really was. A few weeks later, he filed for an annulment.

Sometimes being the villain in someone else’s story means being the hero in your own. I’ll never regret showing up