It was David on the phone. “Mom! Are you feeling better?” he asked cheerfully.
“What?” I croaked.
“Melissa said you got dizzy at the wedding. She called you a taxi so you wouldn’t worry me.”
The lie hit me like a punch. “David, that’s not true. She had me thrown out. She said I was too old, too ugly for her perfect wedding.”
There was a stunned silence. Then his voice trembled with anger. “She WHAT?”
“She humiliated me in front of everyone,” I whispered.
Moments later, he called back. “Mom, I just watched the security footage. She pointed at you and had the coordinator remove you. You walked out alone.”
Tears stung my eyes as he continued, furious. “She lied to me, Mom. Stay on the line.”
I heard him yell, “Melissa!”
“What? What’s wrong?” she said, feigning innocence.
“I saw what you did to my mother. This marriage is over,” he snapped.
Melissa’s protests fell flat. David’s calm, decisive words left no room for argument: her cruelty and deception had ended everything.
He came home and embraced me tightly, shaking with anger and relief. “I had no idea,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Better you saw her true colors now than years later.”
Within a week, the annulment was filed. Melissa tried to bargain and plead, but it was too late. Her so-called fairytale wedding became infamous for all the wrong reasons.
Over tea a few weeks later, David held my hand. “You gave up your savings for me, Mom. She threw you out.”
I smiled softly. “That money bought the truth. It saved you from wasting your life on someone cruel. Worth every cent.”
He squeezed my hand. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, always.”
Though the savings were gone, the bond between mother and son had never been stronger. In the end, I lost money but gained something priceless—loyalty, clarity, and the truth.
