My Aunt Stole My Grandparents’ Hard-Earned Wedding Fund for Her Daughter’s Car- I Refused to Let Their Dream D…i..3

My grandparents, Elda and Varn, never had a real wedding. They married at a courthouse 53 years ago with nothing but a gum-wrapper ring and a clerk as a witness. They always said, “One day, when we’re not scraping by, we’ll have our real wedding.”

Two years ago, they finally started saving. A little here, a little there — their “Happily-Ever-After Fund.” By April, they had nearly $5,000 tucked in a tin box in the linen closet.

Then the money vanished.

The scratched closet lock said everything. So did my cousin Lune’s Instagram post: “New car, who dis?” with a shiny used Honda. My aunt Zeryn admitted she had “borrowed” my grandparents’ savings because “Lune needed it more than an old couple needed a wedding.”

I couldn’t undo the theft — but I could fix the dream.

I emptied my own savings and rallied the whole town. The bakery donated cake, the florist donated flowers, and the community center waived the fee. We surprised Grandma with a wedding dress. Grandpa cried when he saw her.

Then Aunt Zeryn arrived — just in time to hear Sheriff Daniels announce that their new security camera had caught the entire theft on video. The room erupted. She fled.

My grandparents finally said “I do” in front of everyone who loved them.

And when the money was returned weeks later, they used it for their first real honeymoon.

Sometimes the best revenge isn’t payback — it’s giving someone the ending they always deserved.