Chapter 3: The House She Tried to Steal
I spent the next hour sitting in a small bridal suite while my daughter’s perfect wedding fell apart outside.
The room smelled like roses and expensive perfume.
A strange contrast to the chaos happening around me.
My wig had been placed on a chair beside me.
A symbol of everything I had lost.
My dignity.
My trust.
Maybe even my daughter.
James stood near the window.
He hadn’t said much since the phone call.
That scared me.
Anger was easier to handle.
Silence meant someone was thinking.
And James was thinking.
“Mom,” he finally said.
I looked up.
“I’m sorry.””
The words surprised me.
“Why are you apologizing?””
“Because I didn’t see it.””
His voice cracked.
“I thought I knew her.””
I looked down at my hands.
“She’s my daughter.””
“I know.””
“No matter what she did, a part of me still wants to protect her.””
James nodded slowly.
“That’s what mothers do.””
A tear slipped down my cheek.
Then the door opened.
Brielle walked in.
Her wedding dress dragged behind her.
For a second, I saw my little girl again.
The child who used to hold my hand.
Then she spoke.
“Can we stop pretending I’m a monster?””
James turned.
“Did you forge documents?””
She looked away.
“That’s not the point.””
“It is exactly the point.””
She crossed her arms.
“You don’t know what she did.””
I looked at her.
“What did I do?””
She hesitated.
Then she said the words I never expected.
“You abandoned me.””
My heart broke.
“What?””
“You chose everything else over me.””
“That’s not true.””
“You were always working. Always tired. Always worried about money.””
I stared at her.
Because there was truth hidden inside a lie.
Yes.
I worked too much.
Yes.
I struggled.
Yes.
There were moments I missed.
But I did everything because of her.
“I worked because your father left us with nothing,” I said quietly.
Her face changed.
“You promised me I’d never have to struggle.””
“I promised I would try.””
“And you failed.””
James stepped forward.
“Brielle.””
But she continued.
“You think she’s innocent? She never told you the full story.””
I felt a chill.
“What story?””
Brielle looked at James.
“She was planning to sell the house anyway.””
I froze.
James looked at me.
“Mom?””
I shook my head.
“No.””
Brielle smiled.
“There it is.””
“What are you talking about?””
“She was going to sell it and move away.””
I stared at my daughter.
How could she twist everything so easily?
“I was going to sell the house because the medical bills were becoming impossible.””
Silence.
James looked shocked.
“You were paying everything yourself?””
I nodded.
“I didn’t want anyone worrying.””
Brielle laughed bitterly.
“See? That’s what she does.””
James looked at her.
“What?””
“She makes herself the hero.””
I closed my eyes.
The pain was worse than the humiliation.
Because strangers seeing me without my wig hurt.
But my daughter seeing my suffering and calling it selfish?
That destroyed something inside me.
Then James’s phone buzzed again.
He looked at the message.
His face changed.
“What now?”” Brielle asked.
He didn’t answer.
He walked over and showed me the screen.
It was a photo.
A document.
A signature.
My signature.
Except it wasn’t mine.
I looked closer.
My name was there.
But the handwriting was wrong.
My heart started pounding.
“This was submitted three weeks ago,” James said.
Brielle looked nervous.
“James…”
He looked at her.
“Why does this document say your mother transferred her property to you?””
No one spoke.
Then Brielle whispered:
“Because she was supposed to.””
I looked at my daughter.
“Supposed to?””
She lifted her chin.
“You were going to die anyway.””
The room went completely still.
Even Brielle seemed shocked by her own words.
James stared at her.
“What did you just say?””
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And for the first time…
Brielle looked like she realized she had gone too far.
