The moment Sarah walked into my son’s restaurant, I knew something was off. The way her eyes calculated every detail, the practiced charm in her smile. But nothing prepared me for the humiliation when she forced me from my table, sneering at my modest dress.
When John brought her home as his fiancée the next day, her shocked expression confirmed she recognized me. Yet she boldly asked for money to start a café during that first meeting. My refusal sparked a dramatic scene, with Sarah demanding John choose between us.
At their café opening, I executed my plan perfectly. While chatting privately with Sarah, I recorded her admitting she only wanted John’s money. When those words echoed through the speakers, the crowd’s gasps were deafening. The café emptied instantly, and my son finally saw the truth.
