Chapter 2 - The Digital Betrayal
I stared at the catering invoice until the black ink blurred and the words stopped looking real.
Eighty-five thousand dollars was not just a number on a page.
It was my overtime, my holiday bonuses, and the future I had been desperately trying to build for us.
That evening, my phone finally buzzed with a call from Jason.
“How's your mother?” I asked, keeping my voice perfectly steady.
“She finally fell asleep after a really rough afternoon,” he sighed, sounding exhausted.
“Can I talk to her?”
“No, she took her heavy medication and is completely out of it.”
“Besides, the cell reception here at the hospital is awful, so I'll call you later.”
Before I could say another word or ask another question, the call abruptly ended.
The following morning, I poured myself a black coffee and opened my laptop.
I didn't cry, and I didn't scream.
Instead, I searched the social media profiles of his relatives, his friends, and the local Charleston wedding planners.
I was looking for anyone careless enough to expose a lie that required this much perfect coordination.
Eventually, I found exactly what I was looking for.
A younger cousin had started a public live video feed on Facebook.
A magnificent Charleston ballroom sparkled brilliantly beneath enormous crystal chandeliers.
Thousands of pure white roses covered the venue walls in a display of absolute luxury.
A professional string quartet played classical music beside an extravagant ceremony arch.
Jessica stood smiling inside a glittering designer wedding gown worth more than the first car Jason and I had ever owned.
Then the camera panned to the right, and I saw Carol.
She wasn't sick in a hospital bed.
She wasn't confined to a quiet room.
She wasn't even slightly tired.
She stood proudly in a custom sage-green gown layered with expensive diamond jewelry, greeting wealthy guests like royalty.
Beside her stood my husband, Jason.
He looked completely relaxed.
He was laughing heartily and warmly welcoming relatives with open arms.
Nothing about him resembled the worried, grief-stricken son who had rushed away because his mother supposedly needed him.
The camera moved closer to them just as a distant aunt asked where I was.
Carol laughed, a cruel and sharp sound that echoed over the music.
“Oh, don't even mention her today,” she replied loudly enough for my phone to capture every single syllable.
“Thank goodness Jason's wife didn't come, because she would've embarrassed this entire family.”
Everything inside my chest turned to solid ice.
For five years, I had cooked elaborate meals whenever Carol visited our small apartment.
I had meticulously remembered every prescription she needed and bought her thoughtful, expensive birthday gifts.
I had forced myself to smile through every passive-aggressive insult she made about my middle-class upbringing.
I always assumed she simply disliked me because I wasn't born into their world.
Now, staring at the glowing screen, I finally understood the devastating truth.
They weren't merely embarrassed by my lack of generational wealth.
They were intentionally hiding me like a dirty secret.
And Jason had willingly, happily helped them do it.
Just as I reached to close the laptop, a woman in a stunning red dress stepped into the frame and wrapped her arms around Jason's waist.
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Jason didn't flinch or pull away.
Instead, he leaned down and kissed her deeply on the mouth.
