My son’s wife had no family of her own, so over the years she became like a daughter to me. She cared for their child with such devotion, and I supported her in every way I could. I was grateful she trusted me and felt at home with us.
Everything shattered when I discovered my son was cheating. Before his divorce was even finalized, he had already proposed to the other woman. Knowing he was still legally married made the betrayal feel even worse. I was furious and told him clearly that I did not approve of his actions.
When his wedding day came, I made a choice. I arrived holding my granddaughter’s hand and sat beside his ex-wife. I had invited her intentionally, wanting her to know she still had my support and that my loyalty remained with her and the child he had hurt.
My son turned red when he saw us. I didn’t smile or offer my blessing. I wasn’t there for him—I was there to stand with the woman he wronged and to show my granddaughter that true family stands for loyalty, not betrayal.
