When Dad invited my brother Owen and me to his wedding with the woman he cheated on Mom with, I was dreading it. Owen refused to go at first, but family pressured him to “be the bigger person.” What they didn’t know was Owen had a quiet plan brewing. I wasn’t sure if I should stop him, but after everything, I didn’t want to. Dad’s betrayal shattered our family. Mom cried for months, and Owen’s innocence slowly faded. On the wedding day, Owen acted calm and polite, even helping Dana hang her jacket. But that jacket held a secret—Owen had slipped itching powder inside, waiting for the perfect moment. During the ceremony, Dana suddenly broke out in a terrible allergic reaction. She scratched and fidgeted, then fled the ceremony embarrassed and humiliated. Dad was clueless, but I knew what had happened—and stayed silent. The guests were confused, and the beautiful day turned awkward and tense. Later, Owen said he just wanted Dana to feel a little powerless, like Mom had felt after the betrayal. Dad’s furious and won’t talk to us. Some call us cruel, but after all the pain, I’m not sorry for letting Owen have his moment of justice. Sometimes justice isn’t pretty, but it’s real