even Eliza. Everything looked perfect: balloons, gifts, food, laughter. No one knew what was coming. Then came the slideshow.MIt started with adorable baby photos and sweet family moments. Everyone smiled. Then, the images changed. There was Tom and Eliza at the restaurant. Then more photos—holding hands, kissing outside the hotel. The room went silent. Gasps filled the air. Eliza turned ,

pale and fled. Tom stood frozen. “Lora, I can explain—” “No,” I said. “There’s nothing left to say.” The party ended. So did our marriage. I filed for divorce days later. His parents were furious—not at me, but at him. They even cut him out of their will. Now, it’s just me and Lily. And honestly? That’s more than enough.