“If I have no place here, then none of this matters!” she screamed, sweeping her arm across the table.
Gifts crashed to the ground. Wrapping paper tore. Guests gasped.
She grabbed a crystal vase — a gift from my mother — and hurled it against the brick wall. The explosion of glass sounded like a gunshot. Shards scattered at my feet.
Phones came out. Guests backed away.
And I? I stayed still. Calm. Because I finally had everything I needed.
The Truth Revealed
As Diane screamed, I stepped forward, pulled my phone from my purse, and pressed play.
The video flickered to life — a hidden camera in a quiet café. Two women sat across from each other: Diane and Sophia.
The audio was clear.
“Just keep the pressure on,” Diane’s voice said smoothly. “He’s weak for you. Once the baby comes, Chloe will be overwhelmed. That’s when he’ll come back. Just… be there.”
Mark stared at the screen, his face going pale. He looked up, eyes darting between the woman in the video and the one raging in front of him — and for the first time, he saw.
The mother he defended for years wasn’t misunderstood.
She was malicious.
A Son’s Final Decision
“Mom,” Mark said slowly, voice trembling but resolute, “I want you to leave my house.”
He took out his phone and dialed.
“Yes, I’d like to report property damage. There’s someone in my home refusing to leave,” he said calmly. “Yes… I’m the homeowner.”
The silence that followed was colder than winter.
Minutes later, police lights washed the backyard in red and blue. Officers took statements. They listened. They looked at the wreckage — the broken vase, the scattered gifts, the trembling guests — and approached Diane.
When the handcuffs clicked around her wrists, she didn’t fight. She only stared at her son, eyes full of betrayal — but this time, it wasn’t his. It was hers.
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