CHAPTER 3 — THE PARTY BECOMES A PUBLIC EXECUTION
Mother returned to the ballroom pretending nothing had happened.
Prudence followed, smoothing her expensive dress as if she had merely finished giving orders to servants.
Neither one looked back.
Neither one realized I wasn't following their script anymore.
I turned to Sarah.
"Take Jamie upstairs."
She hesitated.
"There isn't an upstairs for us."
Those words hit harder than any punch.
I swallowed the rage rising inside me.
"Tonight there is."
She searched my face.
For the first time in years...
...hope flickered inside her eyes.
I carried Jamie in my arms and walked through the back hallway toward the main entrance.
Every servant froze.
Several immediately lowered their heads.
One elderly gardener quietly whispered,
"Thank God..."
Another maid began crying.
They all knew.
Everyone had known.
Everyone except me.
As I entered the grand ballroom, conversation slowly stopped.
Crystal chandeliers reflected across polished marble.
Luxury cars filled the driveway outside.
The city's wealthiest people stood holding champagne beneath portraits I had personally paid to frame.
The mayor smiled when he saw me.
"Daniel!"
"You finally came home!"
Before I could answer, Mother rushed forward and hugged me dramatically.
"My son surprised us!"
Applause broke out.
Guests smiled warmly.
They believed every word.
Mother raised her glass.
"We've missed him so much!"
I looked at the people around the room.
Doctors.
Lawyers.
Business owners.
Church leaders.
People who believed my mother was generous and respected.
Then I looked toward the enormous dining table.
Roasted turkey.
Prime rib.
Fresh seafood.
Chocolate fountains.
Enough food to feed fifty families.
Meanwhile...
My son had been eating spoiled rice.
I walked slowly to the center of the room.
Mother's smile became uncertain.
"What are you doing?"
I picked up a spoon.
Tapped my champagne glass.
The room fell silent.
"I'd like to thank everyone for coming."
Guests smiled politely.
"My mother has always told me family is everything."
More smiles.
"She also told me my wife was living like a queen."
Now people exchanged confused looks.
Mother's face stiffened.
"Daniel..."
"I'd also like everyone to meet the woman who has apparently been enjoying the mansion I spent five years building."
I walked toward the kitchen door.
Opened it.
Reached for Sarah's trembling hand.
She resisted.
"They'll laugh at us."
I squeezed her fingers gently.
"No."
"They're about to learn who they should be ashamed of."
She stepped into the ballroom wearing torn clothes.
Jamie hid behind her leg.
The laughter disappeared instantly.
Some guests gasped.
Others stared at Mother.
The mayor slowly lowered his glass.
No one understood.
Until Jamie looked at the buffet...
...and quietly asked,
"Mom..."
"Can I have chicken today?"
The silence that followed was louder than any scream.
But none of us noticed the man standing near the entrance.
An elderly attorney in a gray suit.
He had just arrived carrying a thick leather folder.
He looked at me...
Then at my mother...
And finally said words that would change everything.
"Mr. Foster..."
"I've been trying to reach you in Saudi Arabia for almost four years."
"I believe your mother has been committing federal financial fraud using your name."
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The entire ballroom froze.
And my mother's champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering across the marble floor.
