“It was my mom who went too far that morning,” he said in front of the security camera my father had set up. “I was just incredibly nervous about the wedding responsibilities.”
Dad did not open the door for him.
“A man who blames his mother for what he did with his own hands is not truly repentant,” my dad replied through the intercom system.
Brandon placed the flowers on the ground and then kicked them angrily before leaving the property. The recording was safely saved for court.
His company also saw the viral posts. They did not fire him for the social media accusation, but they launched an internal investigation because he had used his official company email to send defamatory information about me to several acquaintances. They temporarily suspended his access to all internal computer systems.
Then Brenda called my phone.
For the first time since I met her, she did not scream at me.
“Melanie, we have to stop this public madness,” she said in a tired voice. “People are absolutely destroying our family name.”
“I did not invent what you did to me,” I replied coldly.
“Brandon was wrong, but you took everything from us too,” she claimed.
“I only took my personal documents, my clothes, and the money that was legally deposited in my name,” I stated. “I even left my expensive wedding ring behind.”
“Return what belongs to our family and we will gladly remove our publications,” she offered.
“You started the publications, so now you can only take back your own lies,” I told her.
Brenda remained silent for a long moment.
“Are you really going to destroy my only son’s future for a simple rag?” she asked.
“It was never because of the rag, Brenda,” I explained. “It was because of what that rag meant, and because of everything your family did to me afterward.”
I hung up the phone immediately.
The next day, Donald received a tense call from Brandon’s lawyer. They wanted to renegotiate the terms of the split. They were no longer asking for wedding expenses or a public apology from me. They fully accepted the divorce, but they were still demanding 250,000 dollars from the account.
“No,” I told Donald firmly.
“We could lower their demand further,” Donald suggested. “They are clearly scared of the public backlash.”
“My original offer of one hundred thousand dollars is still valid until tomorrow at noon,” I said. “After that time, I will withdraw it completely.”
