When my fiancé Dave and I planned our wedding, we chose to pay for everything ourselves — no money from his wealthy, judgmental mother, Christine. I even decided to bake the wedding cake myself, despite her scoffing at the idea. “You’re baking your own cake?” she sneered. “What is this, a picnic?” But Dave believed in me. I poured weeks into perfecting a three-tier vanilla bean cake with raspberry filling and buttercream florals. The night before the wedding,I assembled it with pride. The big day was magical. Guests raved about the cake, asking who had made it. But before I could answer, Christine grabbed the mic during the reception and announced she had made it. I was stunned. Later, Dave told me to let it go. “She’s about to regret it,” he said. The very next day,2 / My MIL Mocked Me for Making My Own Wedding Cake – Then Took Credit for It..Christine called me in a panic — a socialite wanted to commission her for another cake. “I need your recipe,” she begged. “Oh,” I replied sweetly. “But I thought you made it?” Soon, her lie unraveled. The client called me instead. That order led to more, and soon I had a side business baking for high-end events — all thanks to the cake she tried to steal. By Thanksgiving,Christine handed me a store-bought pie and mumbled, “Figured I shouldn’t lie about this one.” It wasn’t an apology, but it was a start.Some people may try to take credit for your work — but the truth, like a good cake, always rises.