She invited everyone, including Lena, expressing her gratitude and stating that Lena had virtually become a member of the family.
When everyone came, Sharon stood up to toast.
“Dear Lena,” she began, “I’d like to thank you for caring for me. As a token of my appreciation, this beach villa is yours.”
Lena’s eyes shone with delight, and Ben grinned proudly.
Then Sharon’s tone shifted.
“Lena, that’s what you dreamt of hearing after having an affair with my son, isn’t it?”
At that time, I stepped forward and showed screenshots from the hidden cameras. There were photographs of Ben and Lena in compromising positions.
I even replayed their chat regarding the beach house for everyone to witness.
Ben was speechless. Lena turned pale and exited the room in tears.
“Mom, Cassie, I can explain,” Ben said.
“Save it,” I replied.
“I’ve already called a lawyer.”
The fallout was fast. Ben moved out that night. I’ve filed for divorce.
Lena was fired, and Sharon revised her will to ensure that neither Ben nor Lena benefited from her estate.
Throughout this journey, Sharon and I have become closer. We’ve supported one another, finding strength in our unexpected friendship.
“You know what I’ve learned?” Sharon told me lately while we were on the beach home porch. “Trust your intuition.
When something feels wrong, it probably is. But also, surround yourself with people who are willing to face the reality with you.
I nodded and watched the sunset.
Sometimes the family you select grows stronger than the one you are given. And sometimes the most painful betrayals bring you to your most loyal allies.
