As a flight attendant, I thought I’d seen it all – until I served a wealthy couple in business class who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The man slipped a diamond necklace around his companion’s throat while whispering sweet nothings. Little did I know, this same man would show up at my mother’s house the next day as her fiancé.
My stomach dropped when I walked into Mom’s living room and saw Richard sitting on our couch. That perfectly tailored suit, that confident smile – there was no mistaking him. Yet he acted like we’d never met, smoothly shaking my hand while my mother gushed about their whirlwind romance.
Over dinner, I watched him charm my mother with stories of his diamond business while carefully avoiding any specifics about his past. When I tried asking questions, he’d deflect with jokes or change the subject. My mother, usually so sharp, was completely taken in by his act.
That night, I confronted Mom on the patio. “I saw him with another woman yesterday,” I whispered urgently. “He gave her jewelry on my flight!”
“You’re imagining things,” Mom snapped. “Can’t you just be happy for me?” Her defensive reaction told me everything – she was already in too deep to listen to reason.
I knew I had to prove Richard’s true nature. Remembering the woman from the flight, I tracked her down through airline records. Sophia turned out to be another victim – Richard had been stringing her along while preparing to marry my mother. Together, we hatched a plan to expose him at what he loved most: a public spectacle.
