My Son Invited Me to His Engagement Party — Then Introduced Me to the Woman Who Ruined My Marriage

In my head, she was just “her.”

A year later, David moved to New York for work. Big job, big city.

We stayed close—weekly calls, visits when flights weren’t insane, dumb memes at 2 a.m.

He built a life there. I built one here: work, therapy, a dog named Max who thinks he owns the bed.

The pain dulled.

The past became something I could store in a box and shove to the back of my mind.

Then last month, my phone rang.

“Hey, Mom,” David said. His voice sounded tight.

“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “Actually, everything’s… good.

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