That weekend, I invited the entire family over for a “reconciliation brunch.” Cassidy, David, Patricia, and other extended family members arrived, all likely anticipating a timid apology from me. Instead, they found a projector set up in the living room.

“Thank you for coming,” I started, my voice steady. “I wanted to share something important with all of you.”

As I played the first clip, Cassidy’s face turned from smug indifference to stark shock. The footage showed her hosting her children’s parties, kids running wild, with her casually encouraging them to jump from the pool’s edge.