My stepmother smashed my late mother’s precious crystal set to pieces – she had no idea she had been tricked.

“Get your things,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “It’s over. It’s over between us.”

Sandra tried to speak. She tried to pretend it was all a joke and a misunderstanding. But her words fell on deaf ears. No one believed her anymore.

She grabbed her bag and fled the room. People whispered behind her. The heavy doors closed on her shame.

***

That evening, we raised Mom’s crystal glasses to toast. The weight felt perfect in my hand. The light danced through the crystal like it had in our kitchen years before.

For the first time since Mom died, I felt her presence. I really felt it. As if she were sitting next to me, smiling.

The satisfaction wasn’t just in saving the glasses. It was in seeing Sandra realize she’d been surpassed by the woman whose memory she’d tried to destroy.

Several guests had recorded the revelation on their phones. By the next morning, everyone in Millfield would know what Sandra had done. She would never be seen in our town again.

Dad approached me as the evening drew to a close. His eyes shone with unshed tears.

“Your mother would be so proud,” she whispered. “You fought for her memory with grace and strength.”

I hugged her tightly. “She taught me to love. And to protect what matters.”

Michael shook my hand. We looked at our friends and family. Aunt Marlene carefully put away Mom’s crystal glasses. And the empty table where Sandra should have sat.

Sometimes karma needs a little push. It requires careful planning, a hidden camera.

But justice always finds a way to shine, just like sunlight through crystal. And sometimes, when you fight for love, you get a standing ovation.

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