04/02/2026
My mother-in-law made my leg swell on my wedding day!" I wept, burying my face in my hands. I was sitting right there in the middle of the church, surrounded by flowers and guests, but I felt like I was in a nightmare.
Everything was because of that bitter wine she forced me to drink. Now, on the most important day of my life, my right leg was mysteriously heavy, hot, and twice its normal size.
The Pastor stood before us, holding the Bible. "May the couple please rise for the joining of Holy Matrimony," he said with a smile.
Kingsley stood up, looking handsome in his suit. He reached for my hand to help me up. I tried to move, but I gasped in pain. My right leg felt like it was filled with lead and needles. I stayed glued to my seat, tears streaming down my face.
"Michelle? Honey, stand up," Kingsley whispered, looking confused.
"I... I can't," I sobbed.
The Pastor walked closer, his brow furrowed. When he looked down and saw my leg bulging under the lace of my dress, he shouted, "Blood of Jesus! What happened to your leg? Why is it so swollen?"
Suddenly, the quiet church became noisy. Guests stood up on their toes, peeping and whispering. "Is that a spiritual attack?" one woman asked. "Look at her leg! It’s like a balloon!" another whispered.
I looked over at my mother-in-law. She wasn't panicking like my parents. Instead, she sat there with a small, wicked smile. She looked proud of herself. I knew right then—she was the one who did this to me.
Because I couldn't stand or walk, the wedding had to be paused. The joy turned into mourning.
My parents were crying and sobbing, holding each other. "Our only child!" my mom wailed. "How can a strange sickness touch her on her wedding day?"
They had to carry me out of the church like a baby and take me home. The white dress I loved so much was now stained with my tears.
Kingsley was pacing around the living room, his tie pulled loose. "No, we can't just sit here and watch this leg get worse. We are going to the hospital right now!"
At the hospital, the doctors ran every test possible. They did blood tests, X-rays, and scans. We waited for hours in the cold hallway.
Finally, the doctor came out shaking his head.
"Doctor, please tell us something," Kingsley pleaded. "My wife's leg didn't look like this yesterday. What is wrong?"
The doctor sighed. "We are professional doctors, and we have checked everything. The results show that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her. Her bones are fine, her blood is clean."
"Doctor, how?" Kingsley shouted, his voice shaking. "Look at the leg! It’s huge! It's not a ghost leg, it’s real!"
"I cannot explain this," the doctor replied calmly. "Maybe it is just a skin reaction in her system. Perhaps with time, it will suppress. But medically, she is healthy."
When we got back home, Kingsley’s mother was already there waiting. She didn't ask how I was feeling. She didn't offer me water. She just pointed her finger at me.
"Kingsley, look at her!" she barked. "I cannot sit and watch my only son marry a woman with one leg. People will laugh at us. You will have to dump her and marry another woman!"
Kingsley jumped in front of me, shielding me from her words. "Mummy, if that is your plan—that I should leave Michelle because of a condition we cannot explain—then you are lying! I am not leaving her for any other lady in this world!"
His mother’s face turned red with anger. She pounded her chest and stepped closer to him.
"We will know who is your mother then! You think you are stubborn? I am your mother! I say you will not marry Michelle, and THAT IS FINAL!"
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