“She thought she had the last laugh with that note, but she forgot one FATAL detail that turned her dream wedding into a total nightmare. Karma is served. 💅🚓🚫”

Based on the cliffhanger in the image, here is the full ending to the story:

… What she forgot was that I literally own the condo.

See, when my mom passed away, she didn’t leave the property to my dad. She left it in a trust specifically for me. Dad was allowed to live there, but the deed was in my name. Dana just assumed it was Dad’s place because she never bothered to ask questions about my mother—she was too busy trying to erase her memory.

But the ownership wasn’t even the biggest detail she missed. The “fatal” detail was the smart home security system I had installed six months ago.

Dana took my phone, but she didn’t notice the Apple Watch on my wrist charging on the nightstand. And she definitely didn’t know that I had remote access to the deadbolts via voice command.

I didn’t panic. I didn’t scream. I picked up my watch and said, “Unlock front door.”

Click.

The door swung open. But I wasn’t going to just leave. I needed insurance. I walked over to the hidden security camera in the living room—masked as a smoke detector—and pulled the cloud footage to my watch. There it was: crystal clear 4K video of Dana creeping around, stealing my keys, locking the windows, and writing that smug little note.

I didn’t call a taxi. I called the police.

I told them I was the homeowner and that a woman had broken in, stolen my property, and unlawfully imprisoned me in my own home. Because they were already patrolling near the venue, two officers met me at the condo within ten minutes. I showed them the footage and the note.

They were very interested in having a chat with Dana.

I arrived at the church in the back of a police cruiser. I didn’t have my dress shoes, so I walked into that sanctuary wearing my suit and a pair of dirty running sneakers I found in the mudroom.

The organ music was playing. The guests were seated. Dad was at the altar, looking nervously at his watch, wondering where I was. Dana was walking down the aisle, beaming, thinking she had won.

She reached the altar, took my dad’s hands, and then froze. She saw me standing in the side entrance. The color drained from her face so fast she looked like a corpse.

I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t yell. I just walked calmly up the aisle, flanked by two uniformed police officers. The entire church went dead silent.

“What is going on?” my dad whispered, looking between me and the cops.

I didn’t say a word to Dana. I just handed my dad the note she had left on the counter.

“Do not take it personally. It’s just NOT YOUR DAY.”

My dad read it. He looked at me, looked at my shoeless feet, and then looked at the officers. Then he looked at Dana. The realization hit him like a truck.

“You locked my child in a house?” he asked, his voice shaking with rage. “To miss our wedding?”

“It was just a prank!” Dana squeaked, trying to grab his arm. “He’s lying! He’s trying to ruin us!”

One of the officers stepped forward. “Ma’am, we have video evidence of you deadbolting the victim inside and stealing his property. That is unlawful imprisonment and theft. You need to come with us.”

Dana tried to run, but in a heavy wedding dress, she didn’t get far. They cuffed her right in front of the altar.

As they dragged her out, screaming like a banshee, I turned to my dad. He looked heartbroken, but mostly, he looked sorry. He pulled me into a hug and cried.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I didn’t see it. I’m so sorry.”

We didn’t have a wedding reception that day. Instead, Dad and I went to a diner, ate pancakes, and talked for hours.

Epilogue: Dana is currently facing criminal charges and a restraining order. My dad dumped her immediately and is in therapy. And as for the condo? I had the locks changed the next day. Dana wanted to “save money on a hotel,” but ironically, her bail cost a whole lot more.

It really wasn’t her day.