On my son Oscar Whitman’s first birthday, my husband Yves Whitman’s company was exposed for tax issues, and he faced three years in prison. His parents were seriously ill, and Oscar was still very young. To keep our family together, I tearfully took the blame for him and served three years in prison in his place. When I was released and returned home, I discovered Yves hosting a party for his son, celebrating his one-month birthday. But Oscar was already four years old, not one month old. Then, Yves walked out wearing a suit. Beside him was his childhood friend Tiffany Mitchell, dressed in a designer gown. They were holding their son Brian Whitman, smiling happily as they put a sapphire pendant around his neck. “Mr. Whitman is truly remarkable! Three years ago, he lost all his assets after being framed. For the sake of his wife, he built his fortune from scratch and became a billionaire.” “They say on the day Brian Whitman was born, Mr. Whitman prayed outside the delivery room for two days and two nights, hoping his wife and son would be safe!” Listening to the admiring comments around me, I felt devastated. I thought, “Everyone praises how loving Yves and Tiffany are, but what about all the pain I endured in prison for him these three years? And why is my four-year-old son nowhere to be seen?” ***** I angrily rushed forward and snatched the sapphire pendant from Yves’ hand. “This is the sapphire pendant I had specially made for my son, isn’t it? Why are you giving it to someone else?” This sapphire pendant was crafted with the finest sapphire for Oscar, with a small tiger charm on it. There was only one like it in all of New York! Seeing me suddenly appear, Yves blurted out in panic, “Leah? How did you get back?” My expression immediately turned cold. Before I could speak, a middle-aged woman wearing luxurious jewelry from the crowd, Tiffany’s mother Hannah Mitchell, shouted at me, “Who are you, beggar? How dare you crash the Whitman family party and steal my grandson’s sapphire pendant! “Yves, call security and throw her out!” The guests also began to condemn me with contempt. “Who is she? Today is Brian Whitman’s birthday party. How dare she cause trouble at the Whitman mansion.” “She’s probably a gold-digger trying to seduce Mr. Whitman.” “Her clothes are so shabby. How did she even have the nerve to come in?” I clenched my fists, glancing at my faded clothes. Since no one came to pick me up after my release, I was still wearing the outdated clothes from three years ago. I had rushed over without telling anyone because I missed Yves and Oscar, but I never expected to witness this scene. Hearing the guests’ comments about me, I let out a cold laugh. “Would Yves dare?” Yves met my gaze, then quickly looked away. I knew he was afraid I would reveal that I had gone to prison for him three years ago. He grabbed me and whispered, “Leah, don’t make a scene! Whatever you need to discuss can wait until after the party.” I stared at him coldly, saying nothing. Nearby, Tiffany looked at me with jealousy, then said pitifully, “Miss Wilson, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t be here. I’ll leave.” As she spoke, she gently shook her hand, revealing the diamond bracelet on her wrist. My expression immediately darkened. This bracelet was an heirloom from my mother. Even during the most difficult times three years ago, I never sold it. Before going to prison, I asked Yves’ mother, Melissa Whitman, to keep it safe for me. I wondered how it ended up on Tiffany’s wrist. Angrily, I stepped forward and grabbed Tiffany’s wrist. “This bracelet was a gift from my mother. Who gave you permission to take it?” She cried out in pain. Yves rushed forward and pushed me away, embracing her protectively. “Today is Brian’s birthday party. Tiffany was so busy she forgot to buy jewelry, so I gave her this bracelet to wear so she wouldn’t look underdressed. “Do you really need to be so petty?” Tiffany’s eyes welled with tears as she tried to remove the bracelet from her wrist. “This belongs to Miss Wilson. I should return it to her.” Yves stopped her, his face angry. “This is my house, and I am the head of this family! “I said I gave it to you. So it’s yours!” Tiffany leaned against Yves gratefully. The surrounding guests praised him for loving his wife while criticizing me as a beggar trying to ruin their relationship. I sneered. Just as I was about to speak, two uniformed police officers walked in from the door. Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Then the two officers walked straight up to me. They handed me a piece of paper and said seriously, “Leah, you forgot to take your release certificate. We brought it to you.”
I took the certificate and thanked the two police officers. As soon as they left, everyone around me burst into mocking laughter. “So she’s been to prison!” “She actually dares to come to the Whitman Villa! She might be a thief who targets events like this.” “Where are the security guards? Why haven’t they thrown her out yet?” Hannah looked at me with disgust and snapped, “What kind of criminal are you? How dare you show up at my grandson’s birthday party and cause trouble! Apologize to my precious daughter and grandson right now. Otherwise, I’ll send you back to prison!” I stared at her in her luxurious outfit, arrogant and domineering. I remembered when Christmas first came to New York, she was timid and insecure. Now that version of her was completely gone. I turned to Yves and demanded, “Yves, isn’t our son already four years old? Whose birthday party are you hosting today? When did you have another son?” He frowned and replied as if it were perfectly normal, “During the three Christmases you were in prison, I rebuilt my life from scratch. I needed a wife to support me.” My anger intensified. Just as I was about to confront Yves, a security guard rushed forward and covered my mouth. Yves glanced at me, then turned to the guests with a smile. “I apologize, everyone. That was just an unfortunate incident. Let’s continue with the party!” After saying this, he tried to snatch the sapphire pendant from my hand, but I clutched it tightly, refusing to let go. Tiffany pleaded desperately, “Ms. Wilson, please give me the sapphire pendant. I was too careless and forgot to prepare jewelry. Today is Brian’s birthday party. He must wear this pendant.” I bit the security guard’s hand hard. He yelped in pain and released me. I stepped forward and slapped Tiffany across the face. “You shameless bitch. You stole my bracelet and now you want to steal my son’s sapphire pendant too!” Hannah rushed to support Tiffany and yelled at me, “You’re just a criminal who’s been to prison. How dare you hit my daughter! She’s Yves’s wife!” “Tiffany is Yves’s wife?” I couldn’t help but sneer as I looked at Yves. “If I remember correctly, we’re still married, aren’t we?” He awkwardly avoided my gaze and said helplessly, “Leah, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but this is how things are now. Can’t you just bear with it? I’ll explain everything to you after the birthday party.” Hearing Yves’s words, I felt a chill run down my spine. Back then, my family and his were of equal status. Shortly after our marriage, my parents died unexpectedly. Yves handled everything for me and promised that he would be my family from then on, always protecting me. But the good times didn’t last. On Oscar’s first birthday, Yves was suddenly arrested because his company had tax issues. I worked tirelessly to help him, even exhausting my family fortune, but he was still facing prison time. His elderly parents were ill, and Oscar was still just a baby. Yves had always been good to me. Once he went to prison, he would never be able to rebuild his career. After thinking all night, I made up my mind to take the blame for him. Tiffany returned during that time. She cried, saying her family had gone bankrupt and that she saw Yves as a brother and would always respect me. I softened and arranged for her to stay. Before going to prison, I asked Tiffany to take care of my family. I never imagined she would steal my husband.
My conversation with Yves was misunderstood by onlookers. Someone stared at me and asked, “Is she Mr. Whitman’s mistress?” “No! Isn’t she Mr. Whitman’s ex-wife?” “I heard Mr. Whitman say that when he had his accident at Christmas, she abandoned them and ran off with all their assets.” “She probably couldn’t make it on her own out there. Now that Mr. Whitman is successful, she’s back to cash in.” I looked at Yves in shock, trembling with anger. I had suffered for him, yet he told everyone I had abandoned them and taken all their assets. How ridiculous! I had staked my future on this selfish, unreliable man! Then, those people turned to Tiffany with flattering tones, “Ms. Mitchell, you’ve been by Mr. Whitman’s side all along, helping him through the hard times.” She smiled smugly, feigning modesty with a wave of her hand. “Please, don’t mention it. We’re friends after all. “After the party ends, I’ll give her some money to help her get by.” Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered mockingly, “You used to look down on me. Now your man is mine, and the Whitman family will belong to my son in the future.” I looked up in disbelief and demanded, “When did I ever look down on you?” Tiffany glared at me hatefully and growled, “You always acted like you were giving me charity. Did you really think I wanted your handouts? Everything you had, I’m going to take it all!” I pushed her away, feeling a bitter amusement. I had pitied Tiffany for her poor background. Because of that, whenever I bought something for myself, I would get one for her too. I never imagined my kindness would be misinterpreted as charity. Just as I was about to speak, the ballroom doors suddenly opened. My uncle, Yohan Wilson, walked in with steady steps. Dressed in an impeccable custom suit, he carried himself with the authority of someone in power. We hadn’t seen each other for three Christmases, but he looked the same as before. A glimmer of hope rose within me, but Tiffany affectionately went forward to take Yohan’s arm, saying he was her godfather. “Yohan, you’re here!” I stood frozen, not understanding when Tiffany had made Yohan her godfather. Yves quickly went to greet him. “Yohan, you’ve arrived just in time. Leah misunderstood my relationship with Tiffany. She caused a scene at the party and even hit Tiffany.” My face darkened. Yohan glanced at me and snapped impatiently, “Leah, you’re making a scene in front of everyone over such a trivial matter. You’re bringing shame to our family! “The Whitman family has close business ties with our family. If you ruin this partnership, can you take responsibility?” Tiffany cried even harder, sobbing, “Yohan, Ms. Wilson just insulted Yves and hit me.” Yohan’s expression grew even darker, his gaze cutting into me like a knife. “The Whitman family is now a powerful family, and many of our family’s business ventures depend on cooperation with them! “Apologize immediately!” I felt bitter. “Yohan, why won’t you listen to my explanation?” Yohan snorted coldly, his face full of contempt. “Explanation? At Christmas, you ran off with the money out of vanity. If it weren’t for Yves’s generosity, would we even be standing here like this?” I controlled my anger and said, word by word, “I did nothing wrong. As for the truth, are you just going to believe Yves’ one-sided story?” Yohan was furious. Tiffany stepped forward innocently, sobbing, “Leah, Yves and I are truly in love. Please stop making things difficult for us.” I just laughed coldly and said, “Is that so? But Yves and I aren’t even divorced. How is it that you already have a child together?” Despite his guilt, Yves remained defiant, “You’re my wife. However, during my three most difficult Christmases, you weren’t by my side. All that time, Tiffany was taking care of me. I only made a mistake that any man would make.” My gaze turned icy. “Do you remember the agreement you signed in front of my parents?” Yves suddenly panicked. “What agreement?” I stared at him, answering slowly, “That if you ever cheated, you would voluntarily transfer all your assets to me. Yves, you solemnly swore in front of my parents that you would never betray me!” Yves seemed to remember now, his face darkening. “Your parents are dead. That agreement means nothing.” Hannah also complained angrily, “The Whitman family fortune will belong to Brian in the future, not a penny will go to a bitch like you! Your son has been sent away. Yves promised the Whitman family would go to Brian. Don’t you dare covet it!” My heart suddenly ached. I demanded, “What did you say?!” Tiffany stood up straight, pretending to be wronged, “Leah, ever since Oscar found out I was pregnant, he kept deliberately bumping into me, trying to harm my baby. When he wouldn’t stop despite warnings, Yves disciplined him and sent him to a juvenile detention center.” Oscar is my son. I had thought he was in his room, but I never imagined he’d been sent away. I was instantly furious, grabbing Yves’ clothes tightly. “Where is my son?” Yves frowned at me and forcefully pushed me away. “Oscar has a vicious mind despite his young age. He kept hurting Tiffany, so I sent him to a juvenile detention center. If he doesn’t learn to behave, does he want to end up in prison like you? Tiffany and I are doing this for his own good!” I was in disbelief, nearly losing my balance. My beloved Oscar had been bullied by this family! I gritted my teeth, finally unable to contain my anger. “Yves, I went to prison for you. Yet you torture your own son because of Tiffany. How dare you! You faithless coward, do you believe I’ll take everything you’ve done to court!” Yves hadn’t expected me to say such things in the main hall. His face turned completely dark. “Leah, your parents are both dead, and you’ve enjoyed the Whitman family’s wealth for so long. Even if you went to prison for me, it was your duty! You raised Oscar to be so ill-mannered. Tiffany kindly helped discipline him, yet you show no gratitude. Besides, he’s my son. It’s perfectly reasonable for me to discipline him!” Tiffany also spoke in a delicate voice, though her eyes were venomous, “Leah, you were the one who asked me to take good care of your family! How can you blame us now!” Their words made my chest hurt with rage. I wanted to kill them. Just then, a familiar childish voice came from behind me. “Mom, you’re finally back. I’ve missed you so much!”
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