Until recently, I had been fighting cancer. Long months of treatments, hospital walls, chemotherapy that slowly drained my strength and took my hair…

But one day I heard the most important words from the doctor: “You are healthy.”

On that same long-awaited day, my beloved proposed to me. I burst into tears of happiness and, of course, said “yes.”

We started preparing for the wedding. For weeks I searched for a dress, planned every detail, and secretly hoped that my hair would grow at least a little.

But no – in the mirror, I still saw my bald head. I had to find a suitable wig to feel confident.

I was very worried about what people would think of my appearance. Many of the groom’s relatives knew that I had health problems, but not exactly what – so I hoped they wouldn’t notice the wig.

Finally, the big day came. Me in a white dress, the groom by my side, the church filled with light and quiet conversations. Everything seemed perfect… until she came.

The mother-in-law. She had never liked me, and I knew exactly why. She thought I wouldn’t be able to give her son children and that he should marry a “healthy” woman.

She approached silently, and in the next moment I felt her rip the wig from my head. Her loud, almost triumphant laugh rang out:

My husband did something no one expected.

Mom – he said firmly – you will leave the wedding right now.

The mother-in-law froze, tried to respond, but he continued:

– You don’t respect my choice or my family. I am ready to give up everything for her. And don’t forget – you were once in a difficult situation yourself, and Dad loved you anyway.

Silence fell in the church. The mother-in-law, pale-faced, turned away and, wiping her tears, walked to the exit. Guests whispered – some in surprise, others in approval.

And my husband simply took my hand and whispered:

– Now everything will be fine. We are together.