My young daughter dropped the bomb that she was marrying a 70-year-old guy. To say I was floored would be putting it mildly. I rushed to convince her not to do it! Me: “Honey, why this old guy? He’s gonna need looking after soon, and you’ll be stuck as his nurse for life!” Her: “If I hear one more word against him, you’re cut off. I love him, just deal with it!” I was at my wit’s end! I decided to have a word with him, to get him to see reason and not mess up my kid’s future. So, I headed to his place, and just as I was about to knock, I caught a snippet of his call. Oh God, I still can’t believe what I’d heard. Here’s what he said:
I froze outside the door, my knuckles hovering midair.
Inside, I heard his gravelly voice on the phone:
“Yeah… don’t worry. Once the marriage goes through, the inheritance is secured. She has no idea. Just keep the documents ready. The old man routine is working like a charm.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. Inheritance? Secured? Documents?
He wasn’t some poor lonely old man looking for companionship… he was a conman. Worse — he was using my daughter as a pawn in some twisted game.
I staggered back from the door, my mind racing. Should I confront him right then and there? Should I tell my daughter what I’d heard? Or should I play along, gather proof, and expose him so she could see the truth with her own eyes?
All I knew was one thing: this wedding was NOT going to happen.
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