He sat quietly, twisting a sock in his hands.
“If I told you before,” he said, “you would’ve cried alone.”
I swallowed hard. “And tonight?”
He looked at me. “Tonight he wanted everyone to laugh at you. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
That was the moment that stayed with me.
Not the scandal.
Not the ruined wedding.
But my son—standing in a room full of adults—and choosing truth over silence.
Ethan thought he was telling a joke at my expense.
Instead, he handed our son the moment that would expose everything.
