I’ll never forget walking into my son’s upscale restaurant, proud of what he’d built, only to be publicly shamed by a young woman who deemed me “too poorly dressed” to sit there. The sting of her words followed me home, though I said nothing to John.
The cruel irony hit the next day when that same woman appeared at my door as John’s fiancée. Sarah’s fake smile couldn’t hide her shock at seeing me. Over lunch, her true colors emerged as she pressured John to ask me for startup money. When I refused, she forced an ultimatum—and my son chose her.
But mothers know best. At their café opening, I ensured everyone heard Sarah’s true intentions when my hidden recording played over the sound system. The instant transformation from confident businesswoman to exposed fraud was the justice we both needed.
