My Mom Hid Gold In Her Truffle Box Chapter 06

My Mom Hid Gold In Her Truffle Box Chapter 06

I wrenched the box out of her arms.

Everyone in the room leaned forward.

“That doesn’t look like any truffle I’ve seen,” my uncle muttered.

I peeled the foil off slowly, making sure every eye in the room was on me.

There was no chocolate shell underneath, no ganache filling. Just a solid gold truffle, heavy in my palm.

A gasp swept through the room.

“Oh my God, it’s real gold!” My aunt’s jaw dropped.

“How much is that worth?” My cousin had her hand over her mouth.

Chloe’s confidence cracked.

I watched her spiral and felt something twist low in my stomach—not anger anymore, just the sharp, bitter edge of irony.

She’d gotten everything, and she still believed she was the one who’d been cheated.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” I held her gaze.

“That one truffle, one ornament, one egg Mom gives you every year…”

“They’re all solid gold.”

Earlier, when Mom wasn’t looking, I’d screenshotted her order history. I pulled it up now.

I mirrored my phone to the TV. The transaction history from a custom jewelry shop filled the screen.

“Solid gold ornament, two hundred fifty grams, nineteen thousand, three hundred eighty-two dollars.”

“Solid gold egg, one hundred grams, eight thousand, six hundred twenty-one dollars.”

Every year, every holiday, one order went out, always for Chloe. There was never one for me.

The relatives stared at the screen. The room had gone completely still.

My aunt swallowed hard and turned to Mom.

“Margaret, what… what is this?”

She knew she was out of places to hide.

“Eleanor, I was wrong.” She turned to me, her face streaked with tears.

“I only wanted to make it up to her a little, on the holidays.”

She reached for my hand.

“Don’t keep score over something like this, okay?”

“When have I ever forgotten about you? I give you so much more than I give Chloe. You know that!”

And just like that, the room shifted again.

My aunt sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. “Eleanor, your mom has a point.”

“She spoils you the rest of the year. Buying Chloe something nice once in a while, that’s just a mother trying to be fair.”

My uncle nodded. “Exactly. You’re doing well. Don’t be petty about it.”

“You’re family. Keeping score like this only drives people apart.”

I looked at their faces, all that instant sympathy for a woman who’d just been caught lying, and listened to Mom rewrite the whole story without missing a beat.

The anger hit so fast my vision blurred.

“Go ahead, Mom. Tell everyone exactly what you’ve given me. I dare you.”