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

I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t ask a single question.

I placed my keys on the dresser, turned around, and walked out.

That was the end.

That night, I packed a bag. A week later, I filed for divorce. There were no dramatic scenes, no demands for explanations, no need for details. I didn’t want her name. In my mind, she became a faceless presence—just her, the blur that shattered my life.

Our son, David, was twenty-two then. Old enough to understand, young enough to still feel caught between two parents.

“I’m not choosing sides, Mom,” he told me gently over coffee.

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