At the wedding, my mother-in-law poured something into my champagne glass, thinking no one would notice. She expected me to drink it, but instead, I quietly swapped our glasses — and that’s when the worst happened
All evening, my mother-in-law had been acting strangely. She hardly left our table, constantly hovering nearby with some fabricated excuse: she needed to fix the napkins, check if the glasses were aligned, or “accidentally” pass by. I tried not to pay attention, but her persistent presence was becoming more and more unsettling.
Every time I looked up, it was as though she immediately looked away. At one point, I went to dance with my husband, but when I returned to the table, I noticed my mother-in-law standing near our glasses, shaking sharply as if startled. She pretended to be admiring the flowers, but her hands were trembling.
Later, when the guests were distracted by the cake, I saw her again — she was standing with her back to the crowd, leaning over my glass. She was glancing around, holding a small bottle that was almost hidden in her hand.
In that split second, sure that no one was watching, she poured its contents directly into my champagne. She did it slowly and carefully, like adding the last drops of poison to one of those detective stories she loves to discuss.
My hands went cold. I froze and watched as she hurriedly shoved the bottle into her tiny handbag and returned to the guests, pretending everything was fine. She expected me to come back, take the glass, and drink it. That everything would go by quietly and smoothly.
But as soon as she turned away, I quickly swapped the glasses. Mine — with the suspicious residue at the bottom — I placed closer to her plate, and I took a perfectly clean one for myself.
A few minutes later, my mother-in-law raised the glass, preparing to toast. She smiled widely, confident that she had finally succeeded in what she wanted. I smiled too — but for a different reason.
And when she took the first sip, something unexpected happened
She turned pale, swayed, and tried to grab the chair, but her legs gave out. The glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. The guests gasped. My husband rushed to her:
“Mom?! What’s wrong?”
I stood next to them, my expression calm, for the first time not hiding the truth:
“It seems someone wasn’t supposed to drink that glass.”
Later, at the hospital, I learned the rest. It turned out my mother-in-law had overheard our conversation a few days earlier and realized we were expecting a baby.
And instead of feeling joy, she decided to “spare” us — and herself — from the “shame.” She was afraid of the gossip, the judgment, the rumors… and she was willing to go as low as necessary.
But in the end, she was the one who suffered.