Vance Trip for Iran Peace Talks Delayed, Summoned to White House
Vice President JD Vance was summoned back to the White House on Tuesday, delaying his planned trip to lead U.S. negotiations with Iran in Islamabad amid uncertainty over Tehran’s participation in the talks.
Vance was scheduled to board a plane and head a U.S. negotiating team in Pakistan’s capital but was unexpectedly called back for policy meetings at the White House. CNN’s Alayna Treene reported that the trip’s status remains unclear, with officials unsure whether it will proceed at all.
“We don’t know if this trip is definitely off,” Treene told anchors Wolf Blitzer and Pamela Brown. “All we do know is that it is definitely delayed and that we should expect to see now the vice president at the White House for meetings today, not leaving this morning on that plane as we had previously reported.”
Earlier Failed Negotiations
Vance led a similar mission to Islamabad earlier this month alongside special envoy Steve Witkoff and Trump adviser Jared Kushner. The talks ended without agreement after Iran refused to commit to abandoning its nuclear weapons program, which the U.S. had sought as a central condition.
“The bad news is that we have not reached an agreement,” Vance said following those talks. “And I think that’s bad news for Iran, much more than it’s bad news for the United States of America.”
Current Blockade and Ceasefire Status
The U.S. military has increased pressure on Iran by blocking maritime traffic in the region. U.S. Central Command reported on Tuesday that American forces have directed 28 ships to turn around or return to port.
A two-week ceasefire between the U.S., Israel, and Iran is set to expire Wednesday, with President Trump signaling he does not intend to extend it. “I don’t want to do that. We don’t have that much time,” Trump told CNBC, adding that Iran could improve its position through negotiations.
Iran’s Uncertain Response
As of Tuesday evening, Pakistani officials said they were still awaiting formal confirmation from Iran that it would send a delegation to the Islamabad talks. Pakistani Information Minister Attaullah Tarar stated that mediators remained “in constant touch” with Iranian officials about the “critical” negotiations.
Iranian President Masoud Pezeshkian criticized the U.S. approach on social media, writing that American understanding of Iran’s position was “even lower than Trump’s level of understanding and comprehension.”
Diplomatic Efforts Continue
U.S. Chargé d’Affaires Natalie Baker met with Pakistani Deputy Prime Minister Ishaq Dar on Tuesday to discuss ongoing diplomatic efforts. Dar stressed that dialogue and diplomacy were the only viable paths to regional peace and urged both the U.S. and Iran to extend the ceasefire and pursue negotiations.
This story has been updated. CNN’s Alayna Treene contributed to this report.
My Mother-in-Law Called My 8-Year-Old Daughter "Trash," Dumped Food on Her at a Wedding, and My Husband Slapped Me for Defending Her—Then One Phone Call Shattered Their Perfect Family Forever
My Mother-in-Law Called My 8-Year-Old Daughter "Trash," Dumped Food on Her at a Wedding, and My Husband Slapped Me for Defending Her—Then One Phone Call Shattered Their Perfect Family Forever
What should have been a joyful wedding reception became the night my marriage died.
My eight-year-old daughter accidentally brushed against my mother-in-law's dinner plate.
One harmless mistake.
One frightened child.
But Margaret Miller didn't see a child.
She saw someone she could humiliate.
Without a second thought, she shoved my daughter so hard that the little girl crashed onto the polished ballroom floor in front of more than two hundred stunned guests.
The room froze.
Then, with cold satisfaction, Margaret hurled the rest of her dinner over my sobbing daughter.
Mashed potatoes.
Gravy.
Chicken.
Vegetables.
Everything landed on the tiny pink dress I had spent hours helping her choose.
"Trash," Margaret sneered.
"Just like your worthless mother."
My daughter stood there shaking.
Covered in food.
Trying to wipe tears from her face with trembling hands.
"I'm sorry, Grandma..."
"I didn't mean to..."
She apologized.
Over and over.
To the woman who had just assaulted her.
Not a single guest moved.
Not one.
Everyone watched.
Waiting to see what would happen next.
I rushed to my daughter, pulled her into my arms, and glared at the woman who had spent years trying to destroy me.
"You pushed an eight-year-old child."
"It was an accident."
"She already apologized."
Margaret laughed.
Then she did what she always did.
She became the victim.
Tears filled her eyes almost instantly.
She clutched her pearls as if she had been attacked.
"Look what your daughter did to my dress!"
"You've raised her without manners."
"You've poisoned her against me."
"You're ruining another family celebration."
Her voice echoed across the ballroom.
The whispers began immediately.
Guests exchanged uncertain glances.
Some looked at me.
Some looked at Margaret.
No one knew what to believe.
Then I looked toward the one person who should have protected us.
My husband.
David slowly stood from his chair.
For one desperate second...
I believed he would finally choose his wife.
Choose his daughter.
Choose what was right.
Instead...
He walked straight toward me.
"David..."
"She pushed Mia."
"She threw food at our daughter."
"Say something."
He did.
His hand exploded across my face.
The crack echoed through the ballroom like a gunshot.
My head snapped sideways.
Pain burned across my cheek.
Crystal glasses rattled.
Several guests gasped.
Someone whispered,
"Oh my God..."
No one dared breathe.
I didn't cry.
I didn't scream.
I simply looked into my husband's eyes.
And finally accepted the truth.
He had never been my partner.
He had always been his mother's son.
Behind me, Mia clung to my dress, still shaking with fear.
Her small fingers wrapped around my hand as if I were the only safe place left in the world.
At that moment...
Something inside me died.
Not my courage.
Not my dignity.
Only my last reason to keep this family together.
While Margaret continued screaming...
While David stood beside her without a trace of regret...
I slowly reached into my purse.
Pulled out my phone.
And made one call.
Within minutes...
Everything they had spent years building would begin to collapse.
Forever.
