“At my son’s wedding, you pointed at me in front o…

Glasses clinked. Everyone smiled. Charles’s gaze swept across the ballroom, taking in the sea of glittering guests.

He looked proud, satisfied, like a king surveying his kingdom. And then his eyes landed on me. His smile faltered just for a second.

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile anymore. It was more like disgust. He leaned toward his wife, Diane, still holding the microphone too close to his mouth.

And that’s when he said it. “Look at that trash. That’s his mother.”

The microphone caught every word.

Every single word echoed across the ballroom. For a moment, the room went silent. Then the laughter started.