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My Son Took the Microphone at the Wedding I Paid For and Thanked His “Real Mother.” I Stayed Silent. What I Did Next Would Change Everything.
I sat on the edge of my bed and opened the folder.

But honesty was gone now anyway.
I flipped through the pages slowly, letting the reality settle into my bones. I had assets. Real assets. The kind that can protect you in old age and give you options when the world tries to corner you.
Ethan had just spent nineteen thousand dollars of my life savings on a wedding that treated me like an inconvenience.