When my son Stuart asked to throw his birthday party at my house, I said yes without hesitation. But the next morning, I returned to find my home destroyed — the door broken, windows shattered, and my late husband’s cabinet burned. Stuart left only a casual note: “You might need to tidy up a little.”

Heartbroken, I tried calling him, but he ignored me.

Later, my kind neighbor, Martha, invited me over. She had also asked Stuart to come. When he arrived, smug and smiling, Martha stunned us both: she announced she was moving into a retirement home and had intended to give her estate to Stuart — until she saw how he treated me.

Instead, she gifted everything to me.

Stuart exploded in anger and stormed out, leaving behind a heavy sadness.

Martha simply said, “You earned it.”
Tears filled my eyes — grateful for her love, but mourning my son’s betrayal.