Paid in Full, Played for Fool: Now She Regrets It

Willa shoved the boy harshly and said, "Just a stray I picked up from the curb. He was born bad to the bone. No wonder his parents dumped him."

I clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms.

My biological son was reduced to a "stray" in her mouth.

Seeing the boy, Sean pinched his nose and shouted, "You stink! Get out!"

When he saw the boy eyeing his toys, Sean pushed him away angrily. "Don't look! You're so dirty! Who knows what diseases you have?"

My heart shattered, but I forced myself to stay calm and said softly, "Sean, why don't you take him to your room to play for a bit?"

"No way!" Sean screamed. "He's not allowed in my room!"

Connor grew impatient. "Why bother with a stray? Let's get back to business."

Willa didn't hold back. She kicked the boy hard behind the knees. "It's all your fault, you jinx! You upset Sean the moment you showed up! Get lost!"

I jumped up, instinctively shielding the trembling boy behind me.

Connor eyed me suspiciously. "Janice, why are you defending a stranger like that?"

Willa chimed in sarcastically, "Yeah, someone who didn't know might think he's your son."

Pain from my digging nails snapped me back to reality.

I couldn't let them see through me. Now wasn't the time.

I released my grip and forced out a bitter smile. "I just feel sorry for him. Anyway, where's the contract? Aren't we signing?"

I gave the boy a gentle nudge, signaling him to step back.

Keeping his head lowered, he moved silently into the shadows of the corner, like a frightened animal.

Seeing him like that twisted my heart.

Connor's and Willa's suspicion seemed to ease. Their focus returned to the contract.

I picked up the pen and wrote "Sean Crawford" on the deed.

The tip of the pen tore through the paper, and with it, the very last shred of my lingering affection.

"All done." I handed the contract back.

Connor checked it carefully, then broke into a huge grin.

I quietly turned away and went to the kitchen to pour some water.

As I passed by the corner, I slipped a cupcake from my pocket into the boy's hand.

Trembling, he looked up at me. His eyes instantly misted with tears, but he was too scared to take it.

I mouthed silently, "It's for you."

With that, I hurried into the kitchen.

Leaning against the cold countertop, I finally let the tears flow freely.

I kept apologizing to my son in my mind, hoping he could hold on a little longer. I promised myself I'd make those who hurt him pay dearly.

…

Finally, the paperwork for the house purchase was all done.

As Connor held the title deed, his hand shook, and his face glowed with uncontrollable joy.

He waved his hand. "Such a big celebration calls for a party! Let's have a housewarming at the new place this weekend. Invite all our friends and family!"

He exchanged a sharp look with Willa.

I knew he'd finally lost his patience.

…

That weekend, that single-level luxury apartment buzzed with guests.

Connor wore a brand-new suit, and Willa dazzled in a champagne dress with flawless makeup. Together, they looked like the perfect couple.

As Connor worked the room with smiles, Willa played the gracious hostess.

Sean flitted between guests like a young prince, basking in their praise and gifts.

After a few rounds of drinks, Connor decided the moment was right. He took Willa and Sean to the center of the living room.

"Everyone, thanks for coming to our housewarming. Today is also… our family reunion!"

Applause and laughter filled the room.

"Since today's a special occasion, I've got something I've been holding in for years to share with you all."