My ex-husband showed up at our son’s birthday party with his new wife. She handed my boy a broom and said, “Go help your mother clean — that’s what you’re supposed to do.” My son looked at me, cheeks burning with shame. I didn’t say a word… not until he unwrapped his last present. And the second she saw what was inside, all the color drained from her face.
The moment Emily saw her ex-husband, Mark, step into the backyard, her stomach tightened—but she forced a smile for their son, Jacob, who was turning eleven. She had prepared this party for weeks: decorations hand-painted, cupcakes homemade, a rented projector for the kids to watch a movie later. It was supposed to be simple, warm, and drama-free.
