At my son’s wedding, his girlfriend told me to leave. So I canceled all the wedding payments… What are you doing here?
Weren’t you invited?
Shouldn’t you be here?
My future daughter-in-law’s voice trembled, echoing throughout the church in front of 300 guests.
I smiled calmly, touching the pearl necklace around my neck.
“Oh, my dear daughter-in-law, did you really think I wouldn’t show up?”
A cold smile formed on my lips.
I came to bring a special guest who was dying to see you.
And when Jimena saw the person behind me, her face went completely pale.
My name is Gabriela, I’m 67 years old, and until six months ago, I thought my biggest worry would be choosing the perfect dress for my only son’s wedding.
How wrong I was.
It all started when Mateo brought Jimena to our house for dinner for the first time.
I remember how she walked in.
Blonde hair cascading in perfect waves over her shoulders, gazelle-like eyes that seemed to sparkle with innocence, and a smile that could melt the heart of the coldest man.
I saw immediately what had won my son over.
Mateo, always so reserved since his father’s death three years ago, now radiated happiness by her side.
“Mom, this is Jimena,” he said, his voice filled with pride.
“She’s a pediatric nurse.”
Jimena extended her hand delicately.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Gabriela. Mateo talks about you so much.”
Her voice was melodious, almost musical.
There was something about her that reminded me of Mexican telenovela actresses.
Perhaps too perfect, too rehearsed.
But I pushed that thought away.
I was just being the typical suspicious mother-in-law.
During dinner, Jimena told stories about her work with sick children, her weekend volunteering at animal shelters, and how she dreamed of having a large family.
With each story, I watched my son look at her as if he were seeing the sunrise for the first time.
I couldn’t blame him.
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