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

“Nothing—nothing’s wrong,” he said quickly. “Actually, everything’s great.” A pause. “I wanted to ask you something.”

I sat down.

“I’m having a small engagement party,” he said. “I really want you to come.”

The word engagement hit hard, then settled.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” I said.

Two weeks later, I stood outside his Brooklyn apartment holding a bottle of champagne that cost more than I cared to admit. Music spilled into the hallway. Laughter. The smell of food he definitely hadn’t cooked himself.

David opened the door, grinning, and pulled me into a hug.

“You made it.”

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