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

David takes the champagne, hands it to someone, then grabs my wrist.

“Come meet her,” he says.

My stomach flips.

We thread through the crowd toward the windows. He stops in front of a woman talking to a couple of his friends.

“Alice,” he says, voice warm.

“This is my mom.”

She turns.

She smiles.

And the whole room tilts.

I know that face.

Same eyes. Same mouth. Same hair falling over one shoulder.

For a second, the party disappears and I’m staring at my own bedroom again.

Sheets. Skin. My husband’s guilty face.

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