My wife left me and our seven children for a luxurious life with my wealthy best friend. I never tried to get even, not even when she reappeared ten years later. But when she screamed at our youngest daughter for confronting her, I realized I could no longer remain silent.

I assumed she wanted to share a birthday picture. Instead, she’d uncovered something Vanessa had concealed from us.

“You have hundreds of thousands of followers?” Sophie asked, opening Vanessa’s Instagram.

“People love my lifestyle, darling.”

“Here you say children ruin women’s freedom.”

“I was speaking generally.”

“And that avoiding responsibilities keeps you young.”

“That’s advice for my audience.”

“Do your followers know you have seven children?”

“My personal life is private.”

“Then why are you livestreaming my birthday?”

Vanessa paused. “I wanted to share our beautiful reunion.”

“Did you tell them you abandoned me?”

“They don’t need every detail!”

“So you wanted them to think you were a good mom?” Birthdayparty planning

“Sophie, don’t ruin this!”

Turning around, I spotted Vanessa’s phone positioned against a vase, recording the presents.

A red LIVE indicator shone on its screen.

“You’ve been filming us?” I demanded.

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