I had always lived frugally, saving every penny for my son, John. When he opened his restaurant, I decided to surprise him with a visit. Wearing a simple, neat dress, I entered the bustling restaurant and chose a cozy table. A smug woman approached me and said, “This table is meant for someone dressed a bit more… appropriately.” Humiliated, I quietly left without causing a scene.

The next day, John introduced his fiancée, Sarah, and to my shock, she was the same arrogant woman from the restaurant. During lunch, John asked me to lend Sarah money for her café idea. When I hesitated, Sarah demanded, “It’s her or me,” and left with John in a huff.

A month later, John invited me to the café’s opening. Sarah boasted, “I didn’t really need John if it weren’t for the financial benefits.” Unbeknownst to her, I had recorded everything. I discreetly nodded to the bartender, signaling to play the recording through the speakers. Inside, everyone heard her true intentions. John was devastated, his face pale with realization.

A few days later, John invited me to dinner at his restaurant and apologized. “I let my feelings for Sarah blind me,” he admitted, looking remorseful. He ended his relationship with Sarah and promised to value my advice in the future. “Mom, I want to start by saying I’m sorry. I should have listened to you,” he said during a heartfelt toast.