Not blind like my son.

"This —" As Beca Foster looked at the image on Arwen's phone, she felt the blood drain her face. She had thought she could save her a chance for her son, but after seeing what he had done, she didn't think she could even look in Arwen in the eyes.

Even though Lady Foster said nothing, Arwen could tell how she felt. "Aunt Beca, you have always adored me more than my mother, and I know after seeing this, even you wouldn't let me tolerate it. I might be the right choice for Ryan, but he isn't the right one for me." 

Beca looked up at Arwen, her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded. As much as she wanted Arwen to become her daughter-in-law, she couldn't let her suffer at her son's hands, especially after what he had done behind her back.

Betrayal wasn't something that could simply be forgiven, and no woman should have to endure it.