I expected my father’s funeral to be a somber day of mourning — not a spectacle. But my stepmom Vivian arrived in white with her four kids, turning heads and claiming my father had requested it in a letter. I was furious, but she brushed me off, saying she was honoring his final wishes. Then came the twist. During the ceremony,

Dad’s best friend Joe stepped up and read another letter — one my father had entrusted to him. In it, Dad revealed that during his illness, it was my mother, his ex-wife, who cared for him — while Vivian and her kids only came around for money. Worse,