But When the Groom Saw Me, He Suddenly Bowed and Called Me by a Name That Shocked the Entire Family! The Truth Is, I Am…
I have been married for two years. My husband’s family has three siblings; my husband is the youngest, and his older sister – Ms. Hanh – is famous among them for being a petty person who likes to show off. Since I came home as a bride, she has always displayed a condescending attitude, not bothering to hide it.
My family comes from a poor countryside, my parents are farmers, and I was an independent girl from an early age. After graduating, I worked hard in the field of interior design, and I gradually built up my own company. But because of my simple nature, I never boasted; even my husband’s family didn’t know I was a Director. In their eyes, I was “a provincial girl lucky enough to marry a rich husband.”
Ms. Hanh often insinuated: – “I don’t know what blessing her family has to marry my brother. Women these days just know how to cook well, but money is probably meaningless.”
I listened and just smiled. I didn’t need to prove anything. But life is ironic – and the day I had to receive “revenge” came faster than I expected.
One Sunday morning, the whole family was busy because they thought Ms. Hanh was about to get married. Her fiancé – that is, the groom – was someone who worked in the field of construction design, and everywhere he sounded “affluent.” My mother-in-law was very happy, and kept telling me: – “Prepare beautiful clothes; tomorrow, we will go to the boy’s house with the whole family for the debut.”
I nodded, but before I could speak, Ms. Hanh came out, crossed her arms, and said in a sarcastic tone: “No, you are not going. His house is full of people with means, and I come from this background, I am afraid to bring you along.” I was stunned. My husband said, “What are you talking about, my wife is also a member of the family!”
But Ms. Hanh still said casually: – “I don’t understand. Everywhere you go, you should watch your face! People know that my youngest sister-in-law is a resident of the province, and if she wears cheap clothes, what kind of class will she have?”
I was silent. Not out of shame, but because I didn’t want to argue. I just smiled and softly said: – “I wish you happiness. I won’t go.”
But I knew that fate sometimes has an arrangement that makes even the most arrogant person bow down.
Three months ago, my company just signed a contract with a construction company for an interior project for a high-end hotel. My direct partner was Mr. Quang, the head of the technical department – who worked seriously and humbly, and I loved him for his professionalism. We had met several times, purely for work.
I never thought that man would be the groom at my sister-in-law’s wedding.
On the wedding day, even though Ms. Hanh forbade it, I still went. I didn’t want to boast; I just wanted to sincerely give my blessing. I wore an elegant, simple yet classy white dress. When she entered the banquet hall, Ms. Hanh saw me and immediately scowled: – “What are you doing here? I told you, it’s not necessary.” I smiled: “I’m just here to congratulate you, it’s okay.” She said, “It depends, but don’t think my house is inviting you.” I remained silent.
A few minutes later, the groom arrived, dressed neatly. When he looked at me, he was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. The entire glass of wine in his hand fell to the floor, shattering. His voice trembled: – “Giám… Director Xiang?”
The space fell silent. Whispers spread across the banquet table. Ms. Hanh’s eyes widened: “You… What are you saying?” Quang turned pale, bowed his head: – “She… She is my direct boss at the company, the one who signed the contract and approved the hotel project with me.” My mother-in-law opened her mouth, and Ms. Hanh stood like a statue.
I smiled slightly, in a calm voice: – “Hello, Mr. Quang. I didn’t expect us to meet in this situation today.” He bowed his head deeply: “I… Oh no, Director… I was really surprised. I’m sorry, today… I guess I owe you many thanks.” I replied calmly, “No need for formalities. It’s your happy day today; just relax. I only came to congratulate.”
That sentence silenced the entire auditorium. Some of the guests on the boy’s side looked at me with different eyes – both respectful and curious.
Sister Hanh, her face white at this point, tried to smile hesitantly: – “Oh… It looks like my brother-in-law is big… Is he really your husband’s boss?”
I looked at her and said in a low voice: “Yes. In the company, I am not used to showing my personal stories. But I think people are rich or poor not by their hometown, but by the way they live and work.”
The tension suddenly eased. My mother-in-law turned to Ms. Hanh and sighed slightly: “Hanh, how can you live so that people respect your youngest sister-in-law more than you?”
I just smiled; I didn’t say anything more. I didn’t need to humiliate anyone—the truth was enough to embarrass people themselves.
After the wedding, the attitude of the entire husband’s family changed. Ms. Hanh no longer spoke ill; she even texted to apologize. I was not angry – I was sad. People only despise you when they don’t understand who you are.
My husband held my hand and calmly said: – “I am proud of you. You taught her a lesson without harsh words.” I laughed: “No one is poor forever; no one is rich forever. What matters is how I treat others when I am on top.” I looked up at the afternoon sky, feeling relieved. Life is fair – the person despised yesterday can bow down to the person they once scorned. And when the groom bowed and called me the two words “Director,” I didn’t feel proud. I just saw that, in the end, true respect does not come from money, but from personality and the effort we put in.