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We Paid for My Stepdaughter’s Honeymoon, but She Called Us ‘Cheap’ — So We Taught Her a Lesson in Respect

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What happens when an ideal honeymoon doesn’t live up to expectations? A surprising call from my stepdaughter led to an eye-opening lesson in appreciation—one she never saw coming.

Life has a funny way of catching you off guard, usually when you least expect it. Becoming a stepmother at 45 was never part of my plan, especially not to someone like Brooke. When I married Gary a decade ago, I wasn’t just committing to him—I was embracing the idea of family as well.

Back then, Brooke was thirteen. Though we didn’t always agree on everything, I devoted myself to making her feel loved and supported.

By the time she turned twenty-three, Brooke had grown into a driven, intelligent, and—if I’m being honest—a somewhat entitled young woman. She had grand aspirations, and Gary and I made sure to back her every step of the way. From funding her college education to ensuring she had the wedding of her dreams, we never hesitated. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened after she said, “I do.”

Gary and I had spared no expense for Brooke and Mason’s wedding. The venue was a breathtaking vineyard adorned with glowing fairy lights, the kind straight out of a bridal catalog. It cost a small fortune, but seeing her beaming as she walked down the aisle made every penny worth it.

Wanting to give them an unforgettable start to their marriage, we spent weeks researching before booking an exquisite honeymoon villa in the Dominican Republic.

The property was nothing short of spectacular—private pool, breathtaking ocean vistas, and enough room to rival a boutique resort. It exceeded our budget, but we justified it as a grand gesture of love.

The morning after they arrived, my phone vibrated just as I was savoring my first sip of coffee. Brooke’s name flashed on the screen. Smiling, I picked up.

“Hey, sweetheart! How’s paradise treating you?”

Her voice was sharp, almost demanding. “Dad’s there, right? Put me on speaker.”

I hesitated but complied. “Of course. What’s the matter?”

Gary, seated across from me, raised an eyebrow, mouthing, What’s wrong? I shrugged and tapped the speaker option.

“Wrong?” Brooke’s voice dripped with frustration. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Dad. This villa—it’s minuscule!”

Gary blinked in confusion. “Minuscule? Brooke, it’s over eight hundred square meters.”

She scoffed. “Exactly. Just barely. Mason and I expected something… grander. And the pool? It’s laughable. I can only swim a few strokes before hitting the edge.”

I exchanged a look with Gary, whose expression was slowly hardening. I reached out, placing a calming hand on his arm.

“Oh, and let’s not even talk about the beach!” Brooke continued, her irritation mounting. “We have to walk five minutes to get there. Who does that to newlyweds? You seriously couldn’t find a villa with direct access? It’s like you didn’t even try.”

Gary’s jaw tensed, but I squeezed his arm before he could respond.

“Brooke,” I said evenly, “we put a lot of thought into choosing this villa. It has incredible reviews. We genuinely believed you’d love it.”

“Well, you thought wrong. And the sun here? It doesn’t even look as golden as it did in the pictures. Everything feels… subpar. Honestly, Dad, I can’t believe you two were so cheap about this.”

Gary’s patience snapped. He slammed his palm against the table. “Cheap? Do you have any idea how much we spent on this honeymoon? Not to mention your wedding! You’re acting completely ungrateful, Brooke.”

She let out an irritated sigh. “You just don’t get it, Dad. Never mind.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving a tense silence in its wake. Gary paced the kitchen, muttering under his breath, fists clenched. “Unbelievable. After all we’ve done—her wedding, her honeymoon—this is how she repays us?”

“Love,” I murmured, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Let’s not waste our energy being angry. I have an idea.”

He halted mid-step and looked at me warily. “What kind of idea?”

I gave him a knowing smile. “Let’s give her a little lesson in gratitude.”

If Brooke thought what we had provided wasn’t up to her standards, I was about to show her what real disappointment looked like.

Picking up my phone, I dialed the villa’s reception. When a woman answered, I spoke calmly.

“Hi, this is Marianne. My husband and I reserved a luxurious villa for a honeymoon stay, but there’s been a change of plans. I need to cancel the remaining nights and downgrade the booking.”

The receptionist sounded perplexed. “Downgrade, ma’am? Could you clarify?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Please transfer them to your simplest, no-frills room—no private pool, no chef, and absolutely no ocean view. Do you have something like that?”

There was a brief pause. “Uh, yes, ma’am. We have a standard room in the adjoining hotel. Would that suffice?”

“Perfect,” I said, smirking. “One more thing—I’d like to be notified the moment they’re informed of the change.”

The receptionist hesitated. “That’s… an unusual request, but I’ll see what I can do.”

As I hung up, Gary let out a low whistle. “You’re merciless.”

“Just exhausted from being unappreciated,” I shrugged.

A few hours later, the anticipated call came through. I placed it on speaker.

“This is villa management,” an official-sounding voice announced. “We regret to inform you that your reservation has been modified. You’ll be relocating to a standard hotel room next door.”

A shriek erupted from the line. “WHAT?! That’s a mistake! We’re in the honeymoon suite! My parents paid for this!”

“I’m afraid it’s not an error,” the manager replied politely. “The new booking reflects their updated request.”

Brooke’s voice turned ice-cold. “What do you mean, updated request?”

I muffled a laugh behind my hand. Gary simply shook his head, grinning.

Minutes later, my phone buzzed again—Brooke. I answered, keeping my tone casual.

“Hi, Brooke.”

“Marianne!” she screeched. “We just got a call saying we’re being moved to some awful budget hotel room! Fix this immediately!”

“Oh, that?” I said, feigning innocence. “Well, since you found the villa unsatisfactory, I thought a more modest accommodation might suit your standards better. We certainly wouldn’t want to offend you with our cheap choices.”

“You can’t be serious!” she wailed. “This place is a nightmare!”

“Oh? I’m so sorry to hear that,” I replied sweetly. “Perhaps now you’ll recognize what you had. Gratitude, Brooke. It’s an important trait.”

Her scream of frustration could probably be heard across the Caribbean.

“Where’s Dad?” she demanded.

Gary leaned in. “Brooke, enough. We’ve given you the best of everything, and this is how you respond? Complaining about the shade of the sun and the size of a pool? Grow up.”

“I don’t need a lecture, Dad!” she snapped.

“No,” he said firmly. “You needed a reality check. And you just got one.”

“You’re ruining my honeymoon!”

I exhaled calmly. “No, Brooke. You ruined it yourself.”

For the rest of the week, we didn’t hear from her. Then, finally, she called again—this time, subdued.

“Hi, Dad. Hi, Marianne.”

Gary responded cautiously. “Hey, Brooke. How are you?”

A pause. Then: “I… I just wanted to apologize. For everything. I’ve been… ungrateful.”

Gary softened. “Just a little?”

“…A lot.”

I smiled. “That’s all we wanted, sweetheart.”

And finally, the lesson was learned.

 

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