My Mom Thought No Man Was Good Enough for Me Until One Invited Her on a Date — Story of the Day

At 37, I thought I could finally date in peace until my Mom crashed dinner with a list of rules… and somehow ended up on a date with my boyfriend.

I always knew I had a mom. But sometimes, it felt like my mom was my whole life. I was 37, but that didn’t stop her from asking me every single day:

“Are you wearing warm socks?” or “Are you sure he looked at you with respect and not… interest?”

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I worked in a museum, adored art history, lived in my own apartment, had a bank account, and had two degrees… Yet every time I saw “Mom calling” on my phone, I instinctively straightened my posture.

She controlled everything. From when I should go to bed to what color I painted my nails.

Once, I ordered salmon delivery, and 20 minutes later, she called.

“I saw him go into your house. Was that him?”

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“Mom, are you spying on my house?”

“I just sat in the car nearby. In case of suspicious movement.”

She had binoculars. And a notebook. She called it “just in case.”

As a child, it was cute. At 20, it got annoying. By 30, I began to question our “normal.”

At 37, I met Theo.

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For the first time in my life, I didn’t tell her right away.

It was my first grown-up secret. And, of course, it lasted exactly three days. Until Mom ruined everything.

But I’ll tell you that in a moment.

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***

I was preparing for my dinner with Theo. I baked a pie I found online, not from Mom’s sacred recipe book.

Even if it came out a bit burnt and the chicken was a little dry — those were my mistakes. My life.

I could already imagine my mother’s face if she saw the meal — a guaranteed explosion. I smiled quietly to myself while checking the candles.

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A week earlier, she declared, “I want to meet him. In person. At my house. At the table. With my questions.”

“Mom, let me be an adult for once. I’ll decide when to introduce you.”

She backed off for once. It felt odd, but I didn’t think much of it. Big mistake.

That night, Theo came over for the first time. He brought tulips, non-alcoholic wine (knowing I was tired after work), and a cake from the bakery I always visit during lunch.

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“I just wanted to get everything right,” he smiled, setting the plates.

“Theo, with you, it always feels right.”

Something warm and calm bloomed in my chest. We talked for hours. Laughed. Dreamed.

“Imagine… a little house by an old lighthouse,” he said.

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“And in the basement — an archive of old love letters.”

“You’d preserve them, and I’d write new ones.”

Candles were burning low. Music hummed softly. He touched my hand.

“I thought after all the heartbreaks, nothing would ever happen again. And then you came along…”

And at that exact moment…

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“ACHOO!”

From the closet. We froze.

“You’re not alone?” Theo shot me a look.

I got up. Opened the closet.

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“Mooom?!”

She sat in the dark. With a headlamp. And a thermos.

“What… what are you doing?!”

“Oh, hi! I was just checking if you’re storing things in your closet without lavender,” she mumbled, not even trying to sound convincing.

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“You broke into my apartment?!”

“I was just making sure. Listening. Evaluating. I didn’t interfere!”

Theo, somehow, still managed to smile politely.

“Good evening. I’m Theo. Very nice to meet you.”

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“Theo. Short. Like most male patients,” Mom said, sitting on the couch. “Sit. Let’s get to know each other.”

I wanted to run. But Theo sat down. Bravely.

And the interrogation began.

“Do you have a job?”

“Yes. I teach literature…”

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“Do you work 9 to 5?”

“Flexible hours.”

“So, no structure. Got it. Do you drink alcohol?”

“A glass of wine, sometimes…”

“Sometimes means regularly.”

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“Mom…”

“Quiet, Eliza. I’m asking.”

Then she turned back to him again, “How many women before my daughter?”

“I… excuse me?”

“Are you deaf?”

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“No, I just think that’s a bit…”

“You should always think. Before approaching a woman with serious intentions.”

Theo looked at me. As if to ask, “Is this a joke?”

I tried to say with my eyes, “No. This is my life.”

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Mom stood up. “Now, a test.”

“What?” we both said.

“Wipe the table. With a sponge. No streaks. If there’s even one mark — you’re not for her.”

“Mom, enough!”

I was desperate and angry. But to my greatest surprise…

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Theo stood up, went to the kitchen, found the sponge… and wiped. It was perfect. She checked the surface and ran her finger across.

“Hmm. Survived. For now.”

Then, Mom dramatically handed Theo a paper. He smiled while skimming it, then slowly, he frowned before handing it to me.

“I think I should go. I’ll call you.”

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He left. Just like that. I finally looked down at the letters she wrote in thick black marker.

RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGTER

1. Have a job.

2. Understand I don’t like you.

3. I am EVERYWHERE.

4. You make HER cry — I make YOU cry.

5. Be home 30 min early.

6. SHE is my PRINCESS. Not your conquest.

7. I don’t mind going to jail.

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Daugter. With a typo. That said it all.

“Mom, it’s time for you to go.”

“Oh, sweetie, if he leaves at the first sign of trouble, is he even a man?”

“He didn’t leave me. He said he’d call.”

“Same thing.”

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“Maybe he just didn’t enjoy being around you?”

“You’re overreacting.”

“You crossed the line, Mom! Please, leave. I want to be alone.”

Mom’s words echoed in my head.

Has Theo really left… forever?

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***

Three days passed. No texts. No calls. I caved and sent him a short message:

“I’m sorry for how everything went. You didn’t deserve that.”

Seen. No reply.

And then — a knock at the door. I opened it, my heart racing. It was him and he was there with flowers.

“Come on. I’ve planned a date… for you and your Mom.”

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I blinked. “What?”

“Just trust me.”

We picked up my Mom. She barely got in the car before starting her usual commentary.

“Where are we going? I have to defrost the freezer!”

“Surprise,” Theo smiled.

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The first stop? His lecture.

Mom and I sat in the back. Theo stood in front of a class full of students, talking about love in literature.

“To be with someone doesn’t always feel poetic. But it’s always worth it.”

“Oh, I might fall asleep here,” Mom whispered.

“Mom. Shhh.”

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“If he’s trying to seduce us both with lectures — he failed.”

I gave her a look. But I held on. I knew this wasn’t all Theo had planned.

Next stop — a boat ride. On the lake, with a plaid blanket, strawberries, and tea in a thermos. (Yes, the exact tea Mom liked. He remembered.)

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“Yet another romantic coma,” Mom muttered, but this time, she was chuckling.

As we floated, Theo turned to her gently.

“So, Barbara. What are your hobbies?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Hobbies? Suspicion. Avoiding scams. Crosswords when I can’t sleep.”

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“I bet you’re good at them.”

“I once found three typos in The New York Times. Sent them a letter. And you didn’t find one.”

“You planted that typo?”

“Of course, sweetie — it was a test for your Theo.”

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“A test? For spelling? Mom, he’s a university professor!”

“No, more like a test for politeness,” she smirked. “He passed.”

Then she leaned to move closer to the edge… and slipped.

SPLASH.

She fell right into the water. I gasped. Then, she laughed so hard I nearly joined her.

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“YOU LAUGHING? I COULD DROWN!”

Theo jumped in without hesitation. Swam straight to her, helped her out, and wrapped her in a blanket. Soaked, shivering, furious — but secretly touched. Back on land, she was about to stomp away.

“I need to go home. I’m done.”

Theo calmly said, “There’s a sports store nearby. Time for a wardrobe refresh.”

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He disappeared. Came back ten minutes later with two matching athletic outfits. One for me. One for Mom. She held hers suspiciously.

“How did you guess my size?”

“Easy. You’re built perfectly for a Medium. Athletic and classic.”

She smiled. Barely. Quietly. But I saw it. She loved attention.

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We changed. And then — the climbing wall.

“Last challenge, I promise,” Theo grinned. “Climbing wall. One climbs, the other keeps the rope. Trust exercise.”

“Oh no. I’m 60!”

“Exactly. Perfect age for adventure.”

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To my absolute shock, Mom went first. Halfway up, she shouted:

“THEO! IF I FALL — I’M HAUNTING YOU!”

She didn’t fall. She reached the top. And when she came down, her eyes were gleaming.

“Okay, professor. Not bad.”

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“To end the day,” Theo said, “I’d like to make you both dinner. My place.”

Mom looked at me. “I have no choice. I need to see where this man lives. Maybe I’ll discover his secret lair.”

***

Theo’s house was beautiful. Clean. Warm. It smelled like citrus and cedar. I’d never been there before. And I was stunned.

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“Did you buy this on a teacher’s salary or rob a bank?” Mom asked, peeking into the kitchen.

“Started saving in high school. Plus I teach online courses on the side. Hard work pays off.”

“Well, look at you,” she muttered. Then, louder, “Does the fridge clean itself, or are you just this weird?”

Theo just laughed.

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We sat on the terrace. Theo grilled steaks nearby while the sun dipped low. Mom leaned back. Actually relaxed.

“You know… he’s not so bad, honey.”

“Really? Wow. Mom, you’re on fire today.”

“I was too distrustful. Because your father left. And I didn’t want you to get burned like I did.”

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“But Mom, it’s my life. I need to make my own mistakes. Walk my own path.”

“Theo is wonderful. It’s obvious he loves you. I mean, he jumped in a lake to save his future mother-in-law.”

We both laughed.

“And he could’ve dropped me on that climbing wall. But he didn’t. That’s some nerve control.”

Theo joined us, carrying two plates.

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“Hungry?”

“Always,” Mom said.

“Even for this? Because I have one more course.”

Theo knelt on one knee.

“Eliza, these past three months have been the best of my life. You’ve brought color back into everything. And your mom… we’re friends now.”

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“Almost,” Mom added.

“Not even the rule list could scare me away. I want to share my home, my life… all of it. And yes, even see your mom — but no more than twice a week.”

He laughed. I gasped.

“Will you marry me?”

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I blinked. Heart racing.

“Sweetheart,” Mom nudged me. “I’d have said yes already.”

“YES. Of course — yes!”

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***

Mom changed.

She started Pilates, bought her first floral swimsuit, and we no longer lived in a co-dependent loop. We were separate but always family.

Finally, our coffee dates felt like chats between old friends.

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She told me about her fitness class. I told her how Theo’d forgotten to take out the trash and called it a “creative delay.”

I finally became myself. And I think — she also did.

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My Best Friend and I Made a Pact to Marry by 40, and 10 Years Later He Showed Up Uninvited to My Wedding — Story of the Day

On my wedding day, everything seemed perfect until my past walked into the ceremony uninvited. A promise made years ago and a man determined to remind me of it threatened to unravel the life I’d built. Could I let go of the past, or would it destroy my future?

I leaned back on the couch, cradling my coffee cup and letting the black liquid swirl lazily. The lights of Manhattan glittered like a million tiny promises just beyond the window. That evening, I felt… complete. At 39, that was no small thing.

“Who knew Rachel,” I murmured aloud. “You’ve got it all figured out now, don’t you?”

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Years of climbing the corporate ladder had left little room for anything else.

Success? Sure. Independence? Absolutely. But happiness?

That had always been… elusive. The type that lingered at the edges of the room like a forgotten shadow.

Dating had always been a disaster.

“Remember Scott?” I laughed softly. “Wanted me to quit my job and move to Montana. Montana!”

And then there was Greg, who turned every conversation into a TED Talk about himself.

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But Michael? Michael is different.

My lips curved into a soft smile at the thought of him. Scatterbrained Michael, who once set off the fire alarm while trying to toast bread. The man who adored noisy dinner parties and dragged me into conversations I didn’t want to have but somehow made them fun.

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He isn’t perfect, no. But he is… mine.

A week ago, he’d changed everything.

“Rachel,” he had said, kneeling in the kitchen. He was holding out his grandmother’s vintage ring. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Be my wife.”

Of course, I said yes. What else could I have said?

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Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to Linda, my future MIL. She wasn’t exactly warm. Our conversations had been polite, but there was always something in her tone, as if she was sizing me up, waiting for me to prove I wasn’t good enough for Michael.

She doesn’t know me yet. People like her just need time, don’t they?

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Besides, the engagement party was the following day. Everything was planned to perfection.

Nothing can spoil it. This is our moment.

At least, that’s what I thought then.

***

The engagement party sparkled with life. The warm glow of the fairy lights above cast a magical atmosphere. Michael was at my side, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back as guests came up to offer their congratulations.

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“You two make such a perfect couple!” one of his cousins gushed, raising her glass. “To love and happiness!”

“To love and happiness!” echoed the room as everyone toasted.

I felt like I was walking on air, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and hope. That was what happiness was supposed to feel like. Secure and untouchable. And then it happened!

A figure appeared in the doorway. Then our eyes met. It was Brian!

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His presence felt like a ghost stepping out of my past, dragging memories I had long buried. Without thinking, I excused myself quickly, murmuring something to Michael about needing air. I found Brian near the hallway.

“Rachel,” he said softly.

“What are you doing here, Brian? How did you even know about this?”

“You’re not exactly a hard person to track down. And when I heard you were engaged, I figured it was time to finally talk.”

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“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said quickly, glancing back toward the party. “This is not the time or the place.”

But Brian stepped closer, his tone lowering. “It’s been ten years, Rachel. Ten. And all this time, I’ve been writing to you.”

“What? I’ve never received anything from you.”

“I sent dozens of letters, Rachel. They were ignored. Or… Someone made sure you never saw a single word.”

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“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “Who could…”

“Who? Ask yourself, Rachel. How well do you know Michael? Or his mother? Do you think she’s thrilled about you stepping into the picture?”

“You’re lying. This is just some desperate attempt to…”

“To what?” Brian interrupted sharply. “To ruin your happiness? Believe me, Rachel, I came to tell you the truth.”

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He took a deliberate step closer, lowering his voice. “We made a pact, Rachel. Do you remember? If we were still single at 40, we’d marry each other. And here I am, trying to honor that promise.”

“Brian, whatever you think we had or promised each other—it’s in the past. My life is with Michael now.”

“Is it? Are you sure? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re marrying into something you don’t fully understand.”

I clenched my hands into fists. “Brian, stop. Just stop. You’re twisting things to…”

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He interrupted. “To get you to open your eyes? Rachel, you’re walking into something you don’t fully see. And once you’re in, it might be too late to get out.”

I turned sharply, desperate to leave, but as I did, I caught a glimpse of Linda standing just around the corner. Her face was calm, almost unnervingly so, but her eyes gave her away. She had heard everything. Every single word.

“Rachel,” she said smoothly, ignoring Brian entirely. “Is everything alright? Michael’s been looking for you.”

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“Everything’s fine.”

But nothing was fine.

***

When I returned home, I tried my best to stay calm, though a quiet unease churned inside me. Maybe it was Linda’s presence. She had decided to stay with us to “help” in the final days before the wedding. Or perhaps it was the lingering tension from seeing Brian at the engagement party. Either way, my nerves felt frayed.

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I wandered into the kitchen, deciding that a cup of tea with lemon might settle me. But as I pressed the knife against the lemon’s rind, my hand slipped. A sharp sting shot through my finger.

“Great!”

I grabbed a paper towel to stop the bleeding and went upstairs to find a plaster. That’s when I opened Michael’s drawer.

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My finger throbbed from the accidental cut, but what I found instead made my heart stop. A small box, neatly tucked under a pile of dribs and drabs. I pulled it out.

Inside were letters. Dozens of them addressed to me! My breath caught as I unfolded the first one. It was from Brian. Each letter, carefully written, was an attempt to reconnect, to share his feelings. And yet, I had never seen them until that moment.

Suddenly, I heard Michael’s footsteps. “What’s that?”

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I stood, clutching the letters. “You tell me, Michael. Why do you have these? All this time, you’ve been lying to me. Why?”

“Because I was scared of losing you. I didn’t want him to come between us.”

“Come between us?” I laughed bitterly, waving the letters in his face. “Do you hear yourself? You didn’t even give me a chance to decide for myself!”

“Rachel, please,” he begged. “I love you. Everything I did was to protect us.”

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“You protected yourself, Michael. How can I marry someone who doesn’t trust me to make my own decisions?”

Before he could respond, a new voice cut through the tension.

“Well, isn’t this dramatic,” Linda said, stepping into the room.

“This isn’t your business, Linda.”

“It became my business the moment you decided to humiliate him. What about today’s date? Maybe you’re not as perfect as you think you are.”

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I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and stormed out. The cool night air hit me like a slap as I rushed down the street. That night, I needed to make everything clear.

So, I went to see Brian. To my luck, I still remembered his address.

***

After the night I had, everything became crystal clear. No doubts, no confusion. All of them had melted away, leaving me with a single, unwavering plan.

I am not going to let anyone else dictate this day. My wedding will play out exactly how I want.

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By the time I stepped into the ceremony hall, I had rehearsed every moment in my mind. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the low hum of guests’ conversations. Michael stood at the altar, his smile steady and full of love.

But my eyes, for just a brief moment, flickered to the back row. And there he was. Brian. He was sitting casually, a confident smirk playing on his lips. I sent him an almost invisible smile.

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Finally, the officiant asked the question that everyone dreads yet anticipates. “If anyone here has a reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

A hush fell over the room. I was waiting for Brian’s move. Finally, Brian rose to his feet.

“Actually. I do.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned to him.

Brian looked directly at me. “Rachel and I have a history. We made a promise to each other years ago, and she hasn’t fulfilled it.”

Slowly, I turned toward Brian, offering him a small, calm smile.

“Brian, why don’t you turn around?”

He followed my gaze. There was the woman I’d invited the night before.

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I remembered how I’d found her the previous night, when I came to his place. She was sitting on the couch next to Brian, smiling at him like he was her whole world. It had taken only a few minutes to realize the truth: Brian wasn’t in my life for love.

“Brian,” the woman said, “I believed in you. And all this time, you’ve been lying to me, using me while obsessing over her?”

The guests gasped as she pointed toward me.

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“You’re nothing but a selfish, manipulative coward,” she spat. “I can’t believe I ever loved you.”

Brian stammered. “It’s not what it looks like! I just needed her to…”

“To what?”

“You don’t understand! She pretended I didn’t exist. I wasn’t going to let her forget!”

I stayed silent, watching him unravel.

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“You didn’t come here for love,” she said. “You came here to ruin hers.”

“I just wanted her to feel the way I felt,” Brian muttered.

The truth was out, and there was no taking it back.

“Escort him out, please,” I said softly to the nearby ushers.

As Brian was led away, I turned to the guests. “I’m so sorry for the disruption. But I needed this moment to close the chapter on my past.”

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The ceremony resumed, and nothing could overshadow our happiness after that.

Later, as Michael and I danced, he whispered, “What a show, my dear. I hope I’ll never see it again. I worried when you disappeared last night, but I never doubted you’d come back.”

I smiled, finally telling him about my visit to Brian and the woman. “She deserved the truth, just like I did. I came to tell him that you’re my future. But then, I saw her. Decided she also deserves a better man.”

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As I stood next to Michael, his hand warm in mine, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. The past no longer had power over me.

I glanced at the guests. My eyes caught Linda’s in the crowd. For the first time, she gave me a small, approving nod. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of peace, as if the universe itself had aligned just for us.

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