For years, I thought I’d never find love, until I met Aiden.
But one quiet evening, a sound from upstairs revealed the truth: my charming husband and his “daughter” weren’t who they claimed to be.
At 49, I thought my life had finally come together.
After years of focusing on my career and building my business empire, I had everything except someone to share it with.
Then I met Aiden.
He was charming in a way that felt honest, not flashy.
With his warm brown eyes and easy smile, he made me feel seen. We met at a fundraiser, and our conversation flowed like we’d known each other forever.
“I’m not much for these events,” Aiden had said, sipping his wine.
“But it was Emily’s idea. She says I need to get out more.”
“Emily?” I asked.
“My daughter. She’s eighteen.
It’s been just the two of us since my wife passed. She’s been my rock.”
Something in his voice, the way it softened when he said her name, tugged at my heart.
Aiden swept me off my feet. He sent flowers to my office, planned quiet dinners, and always listened when I needed to vent about work.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” I told him one evening.
“Well, you make me feel alive again,” he replied, taking my hand.
When he introduced me to Emily, I was nervous.
I didn’t know how a teenage daughter would react to her father dating. But Emily was polite, almost shy.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice soft. “Dad talks about you all the time.”
She had a delicate, almost fragile look.
Her big eyes that seemed too old for her age, like her mother’s passing made her lose her childish naiveté.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, too,” I said, trying to break the ice. “All good things, of course.”
She smiled faintly. “He’s just happy.
I haven’t seen him like this in years.”
Over the months, I grew close to both Aiden and Emily. Aiden was kind, dependable, and attentive. And Emily?
She was reserved but sweet. She’d join us for family dinners, but she mostly kept to herself, studying or reading.
One evening, Aiden mentioned they were having trouble with their house.
“The roof needs repairs,” he explained. “It’s been one thing after another since Liz passed.
I’m starting to feel like I’m cursed.”
“Why don’t you both stay with me while it’s fixed?” I offered.
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