It wasn’t just the age gap—Aaron seemed too perfect, too polished. I was sure he wanted more than my mom’s heart. Pretending to support their engagement, I watched him, waiting for proof.
Then I found it—or thought I did. Hidden papers revealed massive debt and a property in my mom’s name. Convinced he was using her, I crashed their wedding and exposed him in front of everyone.
But Aaron calmly showed the truth: the debt was for me. He and my mom had gone into it to buy a restaurant—my lifelong dream. The property was a gift, not a scam.
I realized too late that my mistrust had ruined their moment. I wasn’t protecting her—I was breaking her heart. Love doesn’t always need saving. Sometimes, it just needs faith.
