On my wedding day, my mother arrived alone, as my father did not show up. After the ceremony, she handed me a gift from him—an envelope containing a small amount of money.

Two weeks later, my father finally called me to congratulate me.

— Did you like my gift? — he asked.

I thanked him, but he seemed dissatisfied. He then revealed something about my mother. Upon hearing it, I burst into tears and rushed to her house to find out more. I will explain what happened in the comments below .

After I was born, my father went through financial difficulties. Around that time, my mother met a man who owned a large house, had a stable job, and drove a nice car. Things moved quickly, and she filed for divorce, not giving my father a chance to recover. I still remember that day—my father stood on the doorstep, desperately trying to convince her, but she remained firm.

Three months later, my mother and I moved in with her new husband, leaving my father behind. After the divorce, my father continued to pay child support, but my mother strictly forbade him from seeing me.

Years passed. I finished my studies and was preparing for my wedding. We had decided to invite only close family members. My mother came alone, as her second husband had left her long ago.

As for my father, he didn’t show up. My mother told me he had an emergency to handle.

After the ceremony, she gave me an envelope containing money—a gift from my father. I was touched.

Between the wedding preparations and everything going on, I hadn’t had the chance to call him immediately. But two weeks later, he finally reached out. That’s when I learned that he had been hospitalized the entire time.

— Did you like my gift? — he asked.

— Yes, very much! We’re saving up for a new refrigerator. We almost have enough money! — I replied.

He laughed and said:

— That’s great! I see you have plans! I won’t miss the housewarming this time!

Then he revealed something unbelievable. Two months before the wedding, my mother had visited him and suggested he give us an exceptional gift: an apartment. Trusting her completely, my father agreed and gave her the money. But she disappeared with it.

I didn’t want to believe it. I rushed to her house, hoping it was just a misunderstanding. But she didn’t even try to deny it:

— Yes, I bought the apartment, but it’s in my name. I’ll rent it out. You’re young, you can make your own money.

I was in shock. How could she do this to me? At that moment, something inside me broke. I could no longer trust her. After that, I cut all contact with her.

Even her relatives turned their backs on her. But that didn’t seem to affect her. She carried on with her life as if nothing had happened.