\nThe day of my dad\u2019s funeral was already one of the hardest days of my life. I\u2019d barely managed to keep myself from breaking down that morning, knowing I was about to say goodbye to the man who had held our family together. He\u2019d been sick for a long time, and while we all saw this day coming, nothing prepared me for the suffocating weight of it when it nally arrived. And then they showed up. Vivian, my stepmom, waltzed in like she was on a runway, her four adult kids trailing behind her, all dressed in white. Stark, glaring white \u2014 like they\u2019d gotten lost on the way to a fancy yacht party.\n
Everyone else was draped in black, heads bowed, grieving. But not them. No, they strutted in like they were attending some exclusive event, turning heads for all the wrong reasons. I couldn\u2019t believe what I was seeing. My chest tightened with anger as I pushed through the crowd and made a beeline for her.\n
\u201cVivian,\u201d I snapped, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the soft murmurs around us, \u201cwhat the hell are you doing? Why are you dressed like \u2014\u201d I gestured wildly at her owing white dress and her kids\u2019 matching outts, \u201c\u2014like this at my dad\u2019s funeral?\u201d\n
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She didn\u2019t even inch. Instead, she gave me this lazy, condescending smile that only made my blood boil more. \u201cOh, sweetheart,\u201d she said, dragging out the words like I was a child throwing a tantrum. \u201cDon\u2019t get all worked up. Your father wanted this.\u201d \u201cWanted this?\u201d I repeated, my voice rising despite my best efforts to stay calm. \u201cThere\u2019s no way Dad would\u2019ve\u2014\u201d
\nShe cut me off, reaching into her designer handbag and pulling out a neatly folded envelope. \u201cHe wrote me a letter,\u201d she said, holding it out as if it explained everything. \u201cTold me, \u2018Vivian, you and the kids are to wear white. It\u2019s my last wish.’\u201d\n
I stared at the letter in her hand, feeling the eyes of everyone around us. Whispers were already starting to spread through the crowd. \u201cNo,\u201d I said, shaking my head. \u201cThere\u2019s no way he\u2014\u201d \u201cHe did, darling,\u201d she interrupted with a sigh, her eyes gleaming as though she was enjoying the scene. \u201cHe told me it was going to be something special. You should be grateful we\u2019re honoring his wishes.\u201d I could hear people gasping behind me, the tension in the room rising with every passing second.\n
\u201cAre you serious?\u201d I demanded, my voice trembling now. \u201cYou really expect me to believe Dad wanted this \u2014 to turn his funeral into some\u2026 spectacle?\u201d Vivian shrugged, tucking the letter back into her bag. \u201cBelieve whatever you want,\u201d she said coolly, \u201cbut we\u2019re just following his nal instructions. It\u2019s what he wanted.\u201d\n
I could feel my hands shaking, the rage bubbling up inside me, but before I could say another word, she turned to her kids and said, \u201cCome on, let\u2019s go take our seats. We don\u2019t want to be late.\u201d I stood there, speechless, as they sauntered toward the front row, leaving me to simmer in a storm of confusion and fury.\n
The ceremony began, and sure enough, she and her kids took their place in the front row, dressed like they were VIPs at some fancy gala. They soaked in the attention, their white clothes practically glowing against the backdrop of mourners in black. Just when I thought I couldn\u2019t handle their arrogance anymore, Joe, my dad\u2019s best friend, stepped up to the front. His face was tight with emotion, eyes heavy with grief, but there was something else there too \u2014 a tension that made my stomach twist.\n
He cleared his throat, the room going completely silent as everyone turned their gaze toward him. In his hand, he held a letter. \u201cVivian,\u201d he said, his voice rm but calm. He gestured for her to stand, and I
\ncould see the tiniest hint of a smirk play on her lips. She rose slowly, her chin lifted like she was about to accept an award. Her kids followed, standing beside her with smug looks of their own. \u201cThis letter\u2026\u201d Joe began, his voice wavering just slightly, \u201cwas written by your husband.\u201d\n
Joe\u2019s voice was steady as he began to read from the letter, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. \u201cTo my dearest friends and family,\u201d Joe read, his voice thick with emotion. \u201cI want to thank you all for being here today, for honoring my memory. There\u2019s something I need to address, something that\u2019s been weighing on my heart.\u201d\n
I glanced at Vivian. Her expression, once smug and superior, began to shift A icker of unease crept into her eyes as she straightened, her gaze darting nervously around the room. Joe continued, \u201cI couldn\u2019t help but notice that during my illness, my ex-wife, Martha, was the one who took care of me. She was there when I needed someone the most, while Vivian and her kids were always absent \u2014 unless, of course, they needed something from me.\u201d Vivian\u2019s face drained of color. She stood rigidly, frozen as if willing herself to
\ndisappear. Her kids, who had been sitting condently, were now nervous, their eyes wide with fear.\n
Murmurs rippled through the crowd like a wave, and I could see people exchanging shocked glances. \u201cThat\u2019s not true!\u201d Vivian suddenly hissed under her breath, but her voice cracked, betraying her fear. Joe barely paused. \u201cIt became clear to me that my new family was more interested in what I could provide than in who I was. And then,\u201d he glanced pointedly at Vivian, \u201cI found out, through my nancial adviser, that money had been disappearing from my accounts. We investigated and discovered that Vivian and her children were behind it.\u201d\n
A collective gasp lled the room. It felt like the walls themselves shuddered with the sound. Vivian\u2019s kids, who had been sitting so condently, now looked as pale as ghosts, as the eyes of every guest bore down on them. Vivian\u2019s face contorted in anger, her mask of calm shattering completely. \u201cThis is a lie!\u201d she yelled, her voice trembling with fury. \u201cA complete fabrication! You can\u2019t believe this garbage!\u201d\n
Her hands clenched into sts as she looked wildly around the room as if searching for someone to step in and defend her. But no one spoke. The silence was deafening. Joe\u2019s gaze didn\u2019t waver. He raised the letter again and continued, his voice unwavering.\n
\u201cI knew they would come to my funeral, expecting to play the role of the grieving family. So, I asked them to wear white. I wanted them to stand out, so everyone could see them for what they are.\u201d Vivian gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. \u201cYou bastard,\u201d she spat, her voice shaking with venomous rage. \u201cYou think you can humiliate me in front of everyone like this? You\u2019ll regret this! You all will!\u201d\n
But Joe didn\u2019t stop. His voice rang out loud and clear, cutting through her rage like a blade. \u201cVivian, you and your children are no longer welcome here.\n
This is a place for those who loved me for who I was, not for what I could give them. Please leave, and let my true family and friends mourn in peace.\u201d The silence was suffocating. Every eye in the room was xed on Vivian and her kids, waiting for their next move. Her face was a chaotic swirl of emotions \u2014 shock, rage, humiliation. For a split second, it seemed like she might explode, her eyes wild with fury.\n
But then, she glanced around and saw the faces of the guests \u2014 cold, unforgiving glares. The weight of judgment pressed down on her, and whatever ght she had left in her zzled out. Her kids, once so full of smug confidence, shrank under the scrutiny, their eyes xed on the door as if they could disappear into it.\n
Vivian huffed loudly, her lips curling in disgust. \u201cFine! This whole thing is a farce anyway,\u201d she spat, yanking her purse from the chair. Her voice dripped with venom, but everyone could see she was cornered. Defeated. \u201cCome on,\u201d she snapped at her kids, her voice sharp as broken glass.\n
Vivian stormed toward the exit, her heels clicking against the door with a fury that couldn\u2019t hide her humiliation. She was finished, and she knew it.\n
The door slammed shut behind them, leaving a thick silence in their wake. No one moved for a long moment, as if the room was exhaling after the storm. Joe calmly folded the letter, his eyes scanning the room with a somber expression. \u201cNow,\u201d he said, his voice steady, \u201clet\u2019s continue with remembering the man who truly deserves to be honored today.\u201d And so we did. The ceremony went on peacefully, a celebration of my dad\u2019s
\nlife surrounded by the people who had loved him for who he was. We laughed, we cried, and we shared stories that captured the essence of the man who had brought us all together.\n
As for Vivian? She got exactly what she deserved \u2014 an exit cloaked in shame and disgrace. My dad, even in death, had the last laugh. He had exposed them, stripped away their pretenses, and made sure the truth came out in the end.\n
My dad may have been gone, but his wisdom \u2014 his sense of justice \u2014 was alive and well. And as I listened to Joe recount a funny story about my dad, one thing was clear.\n
\u201cDad always knew how to pick his moments,\u201d I whispered.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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