At 45, my mom finally found love again, and I wanted to be happy for her—until I met Aaron, her 25-year-old fiancé. Something felt off. I was shocked, suspicious, and convinced he was using her. Determined to protect her, I pretended to support the relationship while secretly looking for dirt. But Aaron was charming, polite,
and gave me no reason to doubt him—until I found locked papers revealing debt in his name and a property bought under hers.I stormed the wedding with the documents, exposing everything… only to find out the truth: