My son shut me out of Christmas dinner because his wife’s relatives wanted a “private, classy evening.” “You’d just ruin the atmosphere,” he said with a cold smirk. I stood there alone, holding the keys to a $15 million mansion, and quietly replied, “All right.” They assumed I was just a lonely, defeated old woman with nowhere to go. But by Christmas Eve, the same people who had pushed me aside were desperately searching for me…

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favor.”

“That’s very mature of you.”

“Yes,” I said. “Merry Christmas, Vivienne. I hope your evening gives you exactly what you deserve.”

Then I ended the call.

Part 4: Christmas Eve at Seabrook House

At five o’clock, I stood before the mirror in a custom emerald gown with diamonds at my throat.

For the first time in years, I looked like myself.

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