**BUT THE PHONE ON SPEAKER MADE MY BLOOD RUN COLD:
“IN FIVE MINUTES, WE MOVE.
THIS WEDDING WILL TURN INTO A FUNERAL.”**
That morning, I had just finished my makeup.
I was already dressed in my white wedding gown, waiting for the groom’s family to arrive.
Outside, everyone was busy and excited—relatives laughing, neighbors peeking in, cameras being set up.
Only me… I was shaking.
The night before, I had accidentally overheard my future mother-in-law whispering to her cousin from the groom’s side:
“I’ll go check the bride myself later.
If she’s acceptable, we proceed.
If not, the wedding stops.”
My chest tightened when I heard that.
Getting married felt less like love… and more like a job interview.
When the groom’s family called to say,
“Five minutes, we’re almost there,”
I quietly slipped into the bathroom to calm myself down.
I needed air.
I needed control.
But then—
A phone placed on the sink suddenly lit up.
An incoming call—on speaker.
A man’s rough voice came through, fast and cold:
“Five minutes.
Execute the plan.
Today’s wedding becomes a funeral.
Don’t mess this up.”
I froze.
My hands went ice-cold.
A shock ran down my spine.
I looked around.
There was only one phone in the bathroom.
My future mother-in-law’s phone.
My throat closed.
What was she planning?
Who was supposed to “act”?
And who was supposed to die?
My knees trembled as I pressed my ear against the bathroom door.
Outside, I heard her voice:
“Are they here yet? Hurry up.
I need to inspect that girl first.
Once she steps into my family, it’ll be too late.”
I wanted to scream.
To warn everyone.
But my body wouldn’t move.
In that moment, I understood something terrifying:
Something dangerous was about to happen—
and I might be the target.
Suddenly, the door flew open.
It was my older brother.
He grabbed my hand hard.
“You need to come out NOW.
The police want to talk to you.”
My legs almost gave out.
Police?
The groom hadn’t even arrived yet—
and the police were already here?
When I stepped outside, my parents were pale with fear.
The groom’s family stood frozen in the yard, whispering anxiously.
A police officer from the PNP was holding a phone.
My future mother-in-law’s phone.
He looked at me seriously.
“Are you Hannah—the bride today?”
I nodded, lips trembling.
“A man was arrested ten minutes ago.
He confessed that he was hired to disrupt this wedding.
He said the person who hired him used this phone number.”
I turned slowly toward my future mother-in-law.
Her face was drained of color.
“No—no, it wasn’t me!” she stammered.
“Someone set me up!
I only called someone to scare her—
to make her back out of the wedding!
I never hired anyone to kill!”
The groom’s relatives were speechless.
My fiancé stood there, stunned, staring at his own mother like he didn’t recognize her.
But then came the final twist—the one no one expected.
The police traced the call data.
The threatening SIM card…
was linked to another phone.
A phone currently being held by someone from my side of the family.
My aunt.
My own mother’s sister.
The woman who had always opposed this marriage—
because she wanted me to marry the son of her wealthy friend “for the family’s benefit.”
The police discovered she had secretly taken my future mother-in-law’s SIM card the day before while helping with wedding preparations.
She had recorded her voice.
Used it to fake phone calls.
Created a setup meant to destroy the wedding.
Her plan was simple:
• Frame the future mother-in-law
• Make both families fight
• Cancel the wedding
• Force me to “return” to the man she chose
I stared at my aunt—the woman who had helped support me during college.
I couldn’t say a word.
After everything, I turned to the groom’s family and said something I will never regret:
“I ask to postpone the wedding today.
Not because I’m afraid.
But because I need time to know
who truly loves me—
and who only wants to control my life.”
The groom’s family agreed.
My fiancé took my hand and said softly:
“I’ll wait for you.
No matter how long it takes.”
My aunt was escorted to the police station.
And my future mother-in-law—the woman everyone thought was the villain—looked at me for a long time, then said quietly:
“You were never on trial.
No one has the right to ‘inspect’ you.
I’m sorry for making you think otherwise.”
I stood there in the yard,
still wearing my untouched wedding dress.
But my heart had just survived a shock
I know I will never forget for the rest of my life.