Growing up, I never felt like my mother loved me. She often claimed I had “stolen” my father’s attention and reminded me she had wanted a son, not me. My dad was the only one who showed me real care, and his support helped me endure her coldness. When I met Noah, I thought life would finally change. He treated me with love and respect, even stepping in when my mom insulted me. But after our wedding, her attacks grew sharper—constantly saying I didn’t deserve him.

One day, Mom crossed a line. She staged a scene, planting men’s underwear in our bedroom and accusing me of cheating. Luckily, I found the price tag in her purse and exposed her lie. Humiliated, she stormed out, but that didn’t stop her from calling Noah every day to poison him against me. Her obsession with destroying our marriage was endless.

To escape the stress, I took Noah to a basketball game. We laughed and enjoyed ourselves—until the Kiss Cam revealed something shocking. There was my mother, kissing another man. To our horror, that man turned out to be Joe, my dad’s best friend. The woman who constantly accused me of being unfaithful was betraying her own husband.

A few days later, during dinner at my parents’ house, Mom once again insulted me. That was the final straw. I revealed what I had seen at the game, leaving my dad stunned but not entirely surprised. He immediately confronted her, and after years of denial, he finally chose to end their marriage.

For the first time, I felt free. The truth had shattered her lies and given both my father and me a chance at peace. Ironically, the Kiss Cam she despised so much became the tool that exposed her hypocrisy.

Sometimes, karma has a sense of humor.