Working as a flight attendant, I thought I’d seen it all – until I witnessed a wealthy man propose to his girlfriend mid-flight, only to meet him the next day as my mother’s fiancé. That sunny afternoon in business class, I watched as the polished gentleman named Edwin fastened an expensive necklace around Isabella’s neck, whispering sweet nothings that made her blush. He tipped me generously when I complimented their romance, never imagining our paths would cross again so soon.
The next day, my world turned upside down when my mother introduced me to her new fiancé – the same Edwin from the plane. My stomach churned as he shook my hand without a flicker of recognition, smoothly charming my mother with stories of his diamond fortune. At dinner, I watched in horror as he worked his magic, my mother glowing like a schoolgirl. When I confronted her privately, she accused me of jealousy rather than hearing my warnings about his other relationship.
That’s when I knew I needed proof. Tracking down Isabella through airline records, we discovered Edwin had been asking her for money. Together, we set a trap at his next meeting with Isabella, where I secretly recorded his lies. Though my evidence got me banned from the airline and estranged from my mother, it all came crashing down when dozens of Edwin’s other victims stormed their wedding. As cake flew and police arrived, I realized some truths can’t be ignored – they must be seen to be believed.
