My Just-Adult Daughter Almost Married an Old Man
Standing outside the door of my daughter’s soon-to-be husband, my mind swirled with concern and dismay. How could she entertain the idea of marrying someone so significantly older? I felt compelled to make him understand, for her well-being.
Just as my hand hovered to knock, I caught the faint murmur of voices from within the house. Intrigued, I leaned in closer, unable to resist eavesdropping.
“…yes, darling, everything is proceeding as planned,” a voice echoed from within. It belonged to my daughter’s fiancé.
My heart plummeted as I absorbed his words. What plan could he possibly be referring to? And why did it sound so ominous?
“…she remains clueless about what awaits,” he continued, his tone laced with malice. “Once we’re wedded, her inheritance becomes mine. And thereafter, well, let’s just say her presence won’t be a concern any longer.”
Ice coursed through my veins as I processed his sinister intentions. He intended to exploit my daughter, manipulating her for his own gain. How could I have been so oblivious to the truth?
Fury surged within me as I grasped the depth of his deceit. Without hesitation, I burst through the door, confronting him with his treachery.
“You contemptible fiend!” I bellowed, my voice quivering with rage. “How dare you manipulate my daughter in this manner? You’re nothing but a deceitful impostor!”
He recoiled at my accusations, his face drained of color. But there was no evading accountability now.
As I stormed away from the scene, my mind churned with newfound resolve. I vowed to shield my daughter from this villain at any cost, even if it meant wrenching her away from the grasp of the man she believed she loved.
For in that moment, I realized that a parent’s love knows no bounds, and I would go to any lengths to safeguard my daughter’s well-being and happiness.
