My Daughter Knit My Wedding Dress – Just Hours Before the Ceremony, I Found It Ruined and Knew Exactly Who Did It

She had made it for me.

And for herself.

“It doesn’t make sense,” she said, her voice small. “Why would someone do that?”

I didn’t have an answer I wanted to say out loud, but I knew the truth.

I went upstairs.

The moment I opened the door, I knew it wasn’t an accident. The bodice had been ripped, not snagged — stitches yanked out in angry lines.

And across the skirt was a dark red stain that didn’t look like a spill.

It looked like someone stood over it and poured.
Lily made a sound behind me — sharp, broken — and I turned to pull her into my arms.