My Ex-Husband Invited Me to His Son’s Birthday to Mock Me as “Barren”—But When I Walked In, I Brought Someone He Thought Was Long Gone

At his side was Jessica, holding the baby, smiling as if she owned the world.

Franco thanked everyone for coming and announced that this was the happiest day of his life.

Finally, he said, the Montemayor family had an heir. The son he had prayed for years.

Then he added, with a venomous smile, that it was the son his first wife could never give him.

Some laughed. Others looked toward the entrance.

“Speaking of which, isn’t she here yet? What a shame.”

At that instant, the grand doors opened.

The music stopped. The air grew heavy.

All eyes turned to me.

I walked in slowly. I wore a simple, elegant black velvet dress.

My face was serene. My eyes… on fire.

I was not alone.

At my side walked an elderly woman, leaning on a gold-handled cane. Her steps were slow, but her presence commanded respect.

She wore a white suit adorned with diamonds.

When Franco saw her, the microphone fell from his hand.

He turned pale.

“Mom?”

Jessica stepped back, almost dropping the baby.

The woman walking with me was Doña Soledad Montemayor, the true owner of the Montemayor empire and Franco’s mother.

Two years earlier, Franco had declared that his mother suffered from severe Alzheimer’s and dementia.