Will’s parents kicked him out at 16, calling him a burden while spoiling his younger brother. Years later, despite his success, they still didn’t care.

When we invited them to our wedding, they ignored us — so we assumed they wouldn’t come.

But they did.

They spent the entire event mocking Will.

“Oh, so you’re not a failure after all?”

Their gift? A cheap vase.

We brushed it off and focused on our dream honeymoon — a luxury villa we booked a year ago. But when we arrived, suitcases were scattered everywhere.

And sitting in our living room, sipping cocktails, were my IN-LAWS.

“Oh, darling! Your in-laws finally did something right and sent us tickets to fix this family rift,” MIL smirked, sipping her cocktail. “After all, it’s only fair we share in the success we raised you for.”

Will’s jaw clenched.

She waved a hand around. “And this villa — honestly, just the two of you? It’s wasteful. We deserve to enjoy it too, after everything we’ve done for you.”

Will suddenly smiled. “You’re right. You should stay.”

I whispered, “You’re up to something, aren’t you?”

He winked.

By the next evening, the expected call came.

“Hello?” Will answered, his voice casual, as we lounged at a gorgeous beachside resort two hours away—the real honeymoon destination we’d secretly booked as a backup.

“W-William! Something’s wrong with the villa!” MIL shrieked. “The AC isn’t working, the hot tub is cold, and the staff said something about a special arrangement?”

Will chuckled. “Oh, right. I booked that villa under a special ‘Eco-Retreat Experience’ package. All-natural living, no modern conveniences. Great for relaxation.”

“WILLIAM! This place is a nightmare! The mosquitoes are eating us alive! Your father nearly fell into the koi pond because the outdoor lights turn off at sunset!”

“Sounds like you’re really embracing nature, Mom,” he said smoothly. “Didn’t you say you deserved this experience?”

A long silence followed, then a frustrated huff. “Fine! Just book us a hotel. A nice one! This villa is unlivable!”

Will smirked. “Oh, we would, but our budget only covered one luxury stay. Since you hijacked our original villa, we had to use the rest of our money for another place.”

“You ungrateful brat!” she hissed. “After all we’ve done for you!”

“You mean, after all you’ve done to me?” Will said, his voice firm now. “You’ve made it clear my entire life that I was never enough for you. And now that I’ve made it, you think you’re entitled to my success? You didn’t come to our wedding to celebrate us—you came to mock and take. Well, enjoy your well-deserved vacation. We’ll be enjoying ours.”

He hung up before she could respond.

For the next few days, the messages we got were a mix of complaints and half-hearted guilt trips. The eco-retreat had no Wi-Fi, limited power, and food that required “engaging in the natural process of cooking” (which meant they had to make their own meals). By the fourth day, they left, booking themselves a cheap motel nearby because flights back home were full.

Meanwhile, we soaked in the infinity pool at our actual honeymoon resort, watching the sunset with zero regrets.

On our last day, we got a final message from Will’s younger brother.

You guys are my heroes. They’re still mad, but I’ve never seen them speechless before. Also, I told them they should’ve treated you better.

That alone made it all worth it.

The lesson?

Family isn’t about blood. It’s about respect, love, and mutual support. If someone only shows up to take from you, they’re not family.

Sometimes, the best revenge is letting people experience exactly what they deserve.

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