I expected my father’s funeral to be a somber day of mourning — not a spectacle. But my stepmom Vivian arrived

in white with her four kids, turning heads and claiming my father had requested it in a letter. I was furious,

but she brushed me off, saying she was honoring his final wishes. Then came the twist. During the ceremony,

Dad’s best friend Joe stepped up and read another letter — one my father had entrusted to him. In it, Dad revealed

that during his illness, it was my mother, his ex-wife, who cared for him — while Vivian and her kids only came around for money. Worse,

he’d discovered they had been stealing from him. He had asked them to wear white so everyone could see them — and know who they truly were.

The room fell silent. Vivian tried to protest, but no one believed her. The letter ended with Dad asking them to leave. Shamed and humiliated,

they stormed out. What was supposed to be their moment of attention became their public undoing — and Dad, even in death, made sure the truth was known.