She sighed dramatically, sinking into the couch.
“Fine,” she said, throwing up her hands. “I’ll tell you the truth. I was so lonely after my husband died.
I was looking for some… you know, adventure.”
“I found someone. He was young, handsome, and adorable. I spent a huge chunk of my savings on him.
He promised me excitement and a future, but he left me for someone else. I was devastated… and I wanted to get back on my feet.”
I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “And the man you met today?”
“That’s Henry,” she said defensively.
“He’s wealthy and interested in me. He’s helping me get back on my feet. He’s been sending me gifts and he really likes me.
I just wanted Henry to believe I was completely broke… you know…”
Dan stared at her, his jaw tightening. “So you’re not broke. You just didn’t want to use your own money while figuring out your next move?”
Irene’s lips pressed into a thin line.
“You don’t understand. I only came here to help you, Dan. You deserve better.
Someone from the same financial class as us. Together, we could’ve rebuilt our status.”
I felt the air leave my lungs. “You were planning to push me out??”
Irene didn’t say a word.
Her silence was all the confirmation I needed.
Dan’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Mom,” he said, standing up and looking her dead in the eye, “you need to leave. Tomorrow.
Go live with Henry if he’s so interested in helping you.”
“Dan, don’t be ridiculous,” she started, but he raised a hand to stop her.
“I’m done, Mom. I trusted you. But you crossed the line.”
The next day, she left with her suitcases, her chin held high and a look of pure disdain etched across her face.
A week later, Irene called Dan in tears.
Turns out Henry was married, and his wife had found out. He’d dumped her, leaving her high and dry. I couldn’t help but laugh when Dan told me.
“Karma sure works fast, huh?” I said, scrolling through Irene’s Instagram.
Her posts were filled with captions like “Embracing the simple life” and “Finding beauty in humility.” Meanwhile, I knew she was selling her designer bags just to cover the rent on her modest condo.
Dan shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“You know, she kind of brought this on herself.”
I grinned, raising my coffee mug in a mock toast. “Here’s to Irene,” I said. “May she finally learn the difference between humility and Chanel.”
Source: amomama
