A few days before the wedding, I realized I had no solid reason to dislike him.
I’d looked for flaws, expecting to find something suspicious, but there was nothing. Maybe I had been wrong. Maybe he truly did love my mom.
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That evening, I took a deep breath and faced her. “I accept Aaron and fully support you,” I told her sincerely. “Now it’s official.”
On the morning of the wedding, we were rushing to the venue when Mom suddenly gasped. “Oh no! I left my phone at home!”
Without thinking, I volunteered to go back for it.
When I got to the house, I searched every room but couldn’t find her phone anywhere. Then, near her desk, I noticed a locked drawer. Acting on impulse, I pulled it open, and a pile of papers spilled to the floor.
