{"id":51527,"date":"2026-04-27T07:53:16","date_gmt":"2026-04-27T07:53:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527"},"modified":"2026-04-27T07:53:16","modified_gmt":"2026-04-27T07:53:16","slug":"i-served-drinks-at-my-exs-luxury-birthday-party-then-i-exposed-the-lie-that-built-his-empire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527","title":{"rendered":"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

<\/h1>\n

My name is Maya Johnson, and the night I exposed Derek Hale, I was carrying his baby in one hand and his lies in the other.<\/p>\n

Not literally. My daughter was still tucked beneath my ribs, kicking whenever I got too stressed. But my phone \u2014 the cracked one he used to mock because I could never afford an upgrade \u2014 held the voice recording that would ruin him.<\/p>\n

I found it in the service pantry of the Grand Marlow Hotel, ten minutes before Derek\u2019s birthday speech.<\/p>\n

One second, I was hiding between stacked wine crates trying not to cry. The next, an old cloud folder opened on my screen, and Derek\u2019s voice filled my earbuds.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I want this baby, Maya. I just need time. Once the board sees me as stable, I\u2019ll tell everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n

Outside the pantry, the ballroom roared with applause. His face was everywhere \u2014 on the screens, on the posters, on the ice sculpture shaped like the logo of his company. HaleBridge Capital. His miracle. His empire.<\/p>\n

His lie.<\/p>\n

A month after that recording, he had thrown my clothes into trash bags and told me, \u201cYou are not going to drag me down.\u201d Two weeks later, he told his investors I had been a brief mistake who invented a pregnancy for money.<\/p>\n

And now I was working his party because rent did not care about pride.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaya.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned. Vanessa Reed, Derek\u2019s current girlfriend, stood in the pantry doorway wearing a white dress and a diamond bracelet I recognized from one of Derek\u2019s apology phases. She looked perfect, expensive, untouchable.<\/p>\n

Then she said, \u201cHow far along are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

My fingers tightened around the phone. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes moved to my stomach. \u201cBecause he told me you lost the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room tilted.<\/p>\n

Before I could answer, another woman stepped in behind her. Serena Brooks. I knew her from photos Derek swore were \u201cancient history.\u201d<\/p>\n

Serena held up her phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe told me Maya was stalking him,\u201d she said. \u201cBut I kept screenshots.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ballroom lights dimmed.<\/p>\n

Derek\u2019s voice boomed through the speakers.<\/p>\n

\u201cTonight, I want to talk about integrity.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa laughed once, cold and broken.<\/p>\n

Serena looked at me. \u201cDo you want to keep serving him cake, or do you want to tell the truth?\u201d<\/p>\n

The microphone on stage squealed.<\/p>\n

Derek smiled at the crowd.<\/p>\n

And I pressed play.<\/p>\n

Maya walked into that hotel as the waitress Derek wanted to humiliate, but she was not the only woman he lied to. The first recording was only the beginning. The rest of the story is below \ud83d\udc47<\/p>\n

\n

PART 2<\/h1>\n

Derek\u2019s voice filled the ballroom before I was ready.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I want this baby, Maya.\u201d<\/p>\n

Every conversation stopped.<\/p>\n

The sound bounced off the chandeliers, the champagne glasses, the white tablecloths, the smiling portraits of Derek plastered across the walls. Two hundred people turned toward the stage, then toward the service side of the room, where I stood with my phone shaking in my hand.<\/p>\n

Derek froze under the spotlight.<\/p>\n

For one beautiful, terrifying second, he looked human.<\/p>\n

Then the mask came back.<\/p>\n

\u201cCut the audio,\u201d he snapped.<\/p>\n

The technician at the media booth reached for the controls, but Vanessa was already there. She stepped beside him, removed a flash drive from her clutch, and said loud enough for the first row to hear, \u201cTouch that board and I\u2019ll tell everyone what you made me sign.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n

That was the first twist. Vanessa was not just his girlfriend. She was his next investor-facing prop, the woman he had planned to announce as his fianc\u00e9e before the night ended.<\/p>\n

And she had come prepared.<\/p>\n

Serena moved beside me, calm in a way that made me stronger. \u201cKeep going,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

The second recording played.<\/p>\n

Derek\u2019s voice again, softer this time. \u201cMy board can\u2019t know about you yet. They want a clean image. No drama, no baby, no working-class girlfriend from the South Side.\u201d<\/p>\n

A few guests gasped.<\/p>\n

My cheeks burned, but I did not lower my eyes.<\/p>\n

Derek lunged toward the stairs at the side of the stage. \u201cMaya, stop embarrassing yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

I walked forward.<\/p>\n

Every step felt impossible. My feet hurt. My back ached. My heart hammered so hard I thought my daughter could feel it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told them I trapped you,\u201d I said into the silence.<\/p>\n

Derek forced a laugh. \u201cThis is a private matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou made it public when you pointed at my stomach.\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone in the crowd murmured, \u201cIs that true?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Derek could answer, Serena lifted her phone. The ballroom screens changed. Not to the baby recordings. To screenshots. Dates. Messages. Promises. Derek telling Serena he loved her while courting a venture partner\u2019s daughter. Derek asking her to delete photos. Derek warning her that women who \u201cmisunderstood powerful men\u201d rarely got believed.<\/p>\n

Vanessa took the microphone from the stand.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd here\u2019s what he told me,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

The screens shifted again.<\/p>\n

This time, a legal document appeared. No words were readable from where most guests sat, but the heading was enough for the front tables to react.<\/p>\n

Confidential Relationship Agreement.<\/p>\n

Derek looked at Vanessa like he could not believe she had betrayed him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou signed that,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI signed it because you told me Maya was dangerous,\u201d Vanessa replied. \u201cYou said she faked a pregnancy and threatened your company.\u201d<\/p>\n

My throat tightened.<\/p>\n

Derek turned to the crowd. \u201cThis is a coordinated attack.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was when his mother stood up.<\/p>\n

Eleanor Hale was seated at the family table in pearls and a navy suit, watching the disaster with a face carved from stone. She had never liked me. She once told Derek privately that I had \u201cnothing to offer but complications.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now she looked straight at me.<\/p>\n

And said, \u201cDerek, is the baby yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

The room went dead silent.<\/p>\n

Derek opened his mouth.<\/p>\n

No answer came.<\/p>\n

Then a man at the investor table stood. \u201cWe need to speak outside. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek\u2019s empire began cracking in real time.<\/p>\n

But before anyone could move, hotel security rushed through the side doors.<\/p>\n

Not toward me.<\/p>\n

Toward Derek.<\/p>\n

One guard held up a phone and said, \u201cSir, Chicago police are in the lobby. They\u2019re asking about a harassment complaint filed this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Serena looked at me.<\/p>\n

Vanessa looked at Serena.<\/p>\n

I realized they had not told me everything.<\/p>\n

And Derek, for the first time all night, looked afraid.<\/p>\n

\n

PART 3<\/h1>\n

The police did not storm the ballroom like in a movie. They entered quietly, two officers and a detective in a gray blazer, but their presence changed the air more than any shout could have.<\/p>\n

Derek stepped off the stage, smoothing his jacket as if fabric could hold his life together.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is ridiculous,\u201d he said. \u201cI know my rights.\u201d<\/p>\n

Detective Mara Collins looked at him with the tired patience of someone who had heard better lies from worse men. \u201cThen you know you can answer questions voluntarily or call your attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n

Derek pointed at me. \u201cShe is unstable. She has been stalking me.\u201d<\/p>\n

For months, that sentence had been his favorite weapon. He had used it with friends, coworkers, landlords, even a clinic receptionist who once called him about insurance paperwork. The old Maya would have flinched.<\/p>\n

I did not.<\/p>\n

Serena stepped forward. \u201cHe used that word on all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa raised her phone. \u201cAnd he used company money to track her location.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the second twist \u2014 the one that explained everything.<\/p>\n

Vanessa had found invoices hidden inside Derek\u2019s private business account. Payments to a security consultant. Reports with photos of my apartment, my bus stop, the diner where I applied for work, even the prenatal clinic where I went alone. Derek had not just abandoned me. He had monitored me, then used pieces of my life to make me look unstable before I ever defended myself.<\/p>\n

The detective turned to me. \u201cMs. Johnson, do you want to make a statement tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Derek.<\/p>\n

He was still handsome. Still polished. Still the man who once held my face and promised our child would never wonder if she was wanted. But the person I loved had either disappeared or never existed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n

The hotel moved us into a private conference room while the party collapsed outside. Investors left without saying goodbye. Derek\u2019s board chair demanded access to financial records. Someone from his company tried to remove the birthday banners before reporters saw them through the glass doors.<\/p>\n

Eleanor Hale appeared in the hallway while I gave my statement. She stood there for a long time before entering.<\/p>\n

\u201cI owe you an apology,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

I almost laughed. Not because it was funny, but because some apologies arrive so late they look like trespassing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou believed him because it was easier,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Her eyes lowered. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all I needed from her. Not forgiveness. Not family. Just admission.<\/p>\n

By midnight, Derek was not arrested, but his phone and laptop were taken for review. The harassment complaint became part of a larger investigation. The board suspended him pending inquiry. Vanessa ended the engagement announcement before it existed. Serena posted nothing, sold nothing, and gave no interview. That mattered to me. It meant the truth had not become a performance.<\/p>\n

Three months later, my daughter was born.<\/p>\n

I named her Nora.<\/p>\n

Derek requested a paternity test through his attorney. It confirmed what he already knew. He asked for a private meeting. I refused. We handled everything through court: support, boundaries, visitation rules, no contact outside legal channels.<\/p>\n

People asked if I felt victorious.<\/p>\n

I did not.<\/p>\n

Victory sounds loud. Healing is quieter.<\/p>\n

It sounded like Nora breathing against my chest at 3 a.m. It sounded like my new apartment key turning in the lock. It sounded like my own voice no longer shaking when I said his name.<\/p>\n

Derek lost investors. Then his company. Then the version of himself he had sold to everyone.<\/p>\n

I lost the illusion that love excuses cruelty.<\/p>\n

That trade saved my life.<\/p>\n

And when Nora is old enough to ask about her father, I will tell her the truth without teaching her hatred. I will tell her that some people build towers out of lies, and sometimes the bravest thing a woman can do is stop holding the ladder.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\n

<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My name is Maya Johnson, and the night I exposed Derek Hale, I was carrying his baby in one hand and his lies in the other. Not literally. My daughter was still tucked beneath my ribs, kicking whenever I got too stressed. But my phone \u2014 the cracked one he used to mock because I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":51528,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51527","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\nI Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"My name is Maya Johnson, and the night I exposed Derek Hale, I was carrying his baby in one hand and his lies in the other. Not literally. My daughter was still tucked beneath my ribs, kicking whenever I got too stressed. But my phone \u2014 the cracked one he used to mock because I […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-04-27T07:53:16+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"960\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"960\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Living Living\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Living Living\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527\",\"name\":\"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-04-27T07:53:16+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg\",\"width\":960,\"height\":960},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9\",\"name\":\"Living Living\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Living Living\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=6\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire - Purposeful Days","og_description":"My name is Maya Johnson, and the night I exposed Derek Hale, I was carrying his baby in one hand and his lies in the other. Not literally. My daughter was still tucked beneath my ribs, kicking whenever I got too stressed. But my phone \u2014 the cracked one he used to mock because I […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-04-27T07:53:16+00:00","og_image":[{"width":960,"height":960,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Living Living","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Living Living","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527","name":"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg","datePublished":"2026-04-27T07:53:16+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/image_2026-04-27_145252197.jpg","width":960,"height":960},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=51527#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"I Served Drinks At My Ex\u2019s Luxury Birthday Party \u2014 Then I Exposed The Lie That Built His Empire"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9","name":"Living Living","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Living Living"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=6"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51527","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=51527"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51527\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51529,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51527\/revisions\/51529"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/51528"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=51527"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=51527"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=51527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}