I thought my husband’s ex-wife stealing my seat at his 50th birthday dinner was the worst betrayal of the night. Then I discovered the cake his mother had ordered for her. But nothing prepared me for what his daughter would reveal about the eight years I’d spent believing she hated me.
I spent three months planning my husband Sam’s 50th birthday dinner.
I booked his favorite restaurant.
Paid the deposit.
Ordered a beautiful chocolate cake.
But when I arrived, someone was sitting in my chair.
His ex-wife.
Vanessa.
She wore a red dress and the diamond earrings Sam had given her during their marriage.
My mother-in-law, Patricia, smiled when she saw me.
“Oh, sweetheart! We didn’t think you’d mind. Vanessa is practically family.”
“Then where am I supposed to sit?”
Patricia pointed toward a small chair near the kitchen entrance.
“There’s room over there.”
