My Stepmother Locked Me In to Stop Me from Going to the Wedding — It Backfired Spectacularly When my dad, 61, announced he was marrying his girlfriend Dana,

I kept my doubts to myself. She never liked me, but I showed up anyway—holidays, birthdays, the usual. Then came the wedding.

I wasn’t even formally invited, but my dad insisted I stay at their place the night before. That’s when things got weird.

The next morning, I woke up to find my phone, keys, and all exits gone or locked. Dana had literally trapped me inside the house.

All she left was a sticky note: “Don’t take it personally. It’s just not your day. ”She underestimated one thing: I still had my

Apple Watch. I messaged my friend, who showed up like a hero. We made it to the wedding just as Dana walked down the aisle.

I stormed in, held up her note, and told my dad what happened—in front of everyone. Guests gasped. My dad’s face fell. The wedding?

Called off. Dana? Exposed. Weeks later, he left her and told me, “I saw her for who she really was—because of you.

”Sometimes being the villain in someone else’s story just means you’re the hero in your own