I sat in silence, trapped in my wheelchair, watching Carly charm my son Ethan with her sweet lies. She wore a red dress and a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Ethan was smitten, blind to the truth. But I saw through her. When he left the room, she leaned in and whispered her cruel plan—to marry Ethan for his money, with help from her secret lover, Mark. I couldn’t speak, but I could see. And I knew I had to act before she destroyed my son’s life.
They thought I was helpless. Carly spilled water on me, mocked me, and disappeared upstairs with Mark under the guise of inspecting the bathroom. I watched them whisper about their future, laughing at Ethan’s trust. I felt powerless, but I wasn’t broken. I began collecting proof, enlisting our housekeeper Agnes to help. She caught them in the garden, kissing, scheming. I planted old love letters from Ethan’s mother to remind him what real love looked like. Still, he didn’t see it—until I staged my final move.
One evening, I stood up. I cooked dinner myself, shocking everyone. Ethan proposed to Carly at the table, and she accepted, hiding her panic. Then I invited Mark in, pretending he was the plumber. When he unclogged the sink, out came his watch—proof of their secret meetings. I calmly explained everything. Ethan’s face fell. Carly stammered, but her lies collapsed under the weight of truth. I had waited long enough. It was time to protect my son.
Ethan asked them to leave. He was heartbroken, but grateful. I told him I’d faked being sicker than I was, just to expose Carly. “I had to be sure,” I said. Agnes had more evidence, but the watch was enough. Ethan understood. We sat together, father and son, closer than ever. We had a lot to rebuild—but at least now, we’d do it without lies.
