“Finally, this family will have a real grandson,” Deborah announced loudly through a microphone, her voice filled with satisfaction. “We waited long enough, and thank goodness Tiffany came into our lives because if we depended on Sabrina, we would have nothing.”
Laughter spread through the room, and I stood quietly in a corner holding a tray of drinks, feeling like an employee in the house I once believed was mine.
“Sabrina,” Brandon called from the stage with a sharp tone, “come here right now.”
I walked up slowly because refusing was not an option, and every step felt heavier than the last. Brandon placed an arm around Tiffany and looked at me with a cruel smile.
“I want to thank my wife for accepting her limitations and organizing this beautiful celebration,” he said while guests watched closely. “Sabrina, did you bring a gift for our son.”
I smiled calmly because I had been waiting for this exact moment.
“Yes, Brandon,” I replied steadily while holding the microphone. “I prepared something special, and it took time and money because today is important.”
I signaled a server, who handed me a large red envelope that immediately caught everyone’s attention.