“If Jennifer wants to honor someone, it should be me. Time to get rid of Alice’s precious memories.”
Gasps filled the room as the footage showed her smashing each glass, laughing.
When the lights came back on, all eyes turned to Sandra. She sat frozen, pale, exposed.
I lifted my chin.
“Fortunately, what you saw was only a replica. The real crystal set is safe—thanks to Aunt Marlene.”
Right on cue, Marlene entered, carrying the original glasses on a silver tray. They sparkled under the lights, scattering rainbows across the ceiling. Applause erupted.
My father stood, his voice cold and final.
“Pack your things. We’re done.”
Sandra tried to speak, but no one listened. She fled the hall in disgrace.
That night, we toasted with Mom’s real crystal glasses. As I raised mine, I felt her with me—her love, her pride, her quiet strength.
Sandra thought she’d destroyed my mother’s legacy. Instead, she revealed her own cruelty for all to see.
Because sometimes, justice doesn’t need a courtroom. Just a little planning, a hidden camera, and the truth—shining through like sunlight in crystal. Unbreakable.
