“Aaron proposed, and we’re getting married in two months!”
Aaron’s jaw tightened, but his tone stayed even. “Casey, I assure you, I don’t care about your mom’s money. I love her.”
Mom exhaled, clearly exhausted.
“I’m done with all this yelling. Either you calm down and join us for dinner, or you can leave.”
“Great!” I snapped back. “If a random guy is more important to you than your daughter, then I’m leaving!”
For days, I couldn’t accept what had happened.
My mother was engaged—to a man my age. I lay awake at night replaying the dinner over and over, my anger battling with disbelief. Finally, I called her, pretending I wanted to make peace.
“I overreacted,” I said, forcing a cheerful tone. “I want to fix things. If Aaron makes you happy, I’ll support you.”
Her relief was instant.
“That means the world to me, Casey!” she said warmly. “I want you to be part of this. Let’s plan the wedding together.”
So I did.
I went to dress fittings with her, sampled cakes, helped pick out decorations—all the while trying to suppress my doubts about Aaron. A few days before the wedding, I realized I had no solid reason to dislike him. I’d looked for flaws, expecting to find something suspicious, but there was nothing.
Maybe I had been wrong. Maybe he truly did love my mom. That evening, I took a deep breath and faced her.
“I accept Aaron and fully support you,” I told her sincerely. “Now it’s official.”
On the morning of the wedding, we were rushing to the venue when Mom suddenly gasped. “Oh no!
I left my phone at home!”
Without thinking, I volunteered to go back for it. When I got to the house, I searched every room but couldn’t find her phone anywhere. Then, near her desk, I noticed a locked drawer.
Acting on impulse, I pulled it open, and a pile of papers spilled to the floor. As I gathered them, bold letters on one sheet caught my eye—Debt Notice. Every document was under Aaron’s name.
My heart pounded as I flipped through them. Then I found another set of papers—property documents. My mom’s name was on them, but the signature at the bottom wasn’t hers.
It was Aaron’s. Panic surged through me. I didn’t stop to think.
I grabbed the papers and raced to the venue. “Stop the wedding!” I shouted as I burst through the doors. Everyone turned.
I rushed up to my mom and shoved the papers into her trembling hands. As she read them, her face paled, and her lips began to quiver. Then she covered her face with her hands.
“Casey…” she whispered hoarsely. “These debts… they’re because of you.”
Aaron stepped forward. “Your mom told me you’ve always dreamed of owning a restaurant,” he said gently.
“We were buying one for you with the wedding money.”
He sighed and continued, “We had to finalize the purchase earlier than expected. I didn’t have enough funds, so I covered the difference. That’s why there’s debt.”
A rush of shame and guilt swept through me.
“Please forgive me,” I murmured, my voice shaking. “And you too, Aaron. I was too harsh.”
Aaron’s voice remained steady.
“Casey, take your seat so we can continue the ceremony.”
I hesitated, then slowly nodded. My legs felt weak as I walked toward the back of the room. The weight of my mistake pressed down on me, heavier than I could bear.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental.
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