For years, I thought I’d never find love, until I met Aiden. But one quiet evening, a sound from upstairs revealed the truth: my charming husband and his “daughter” weren’t who they claimed to be.
At 49, I thought my life had finally come together. After years of focusing on my career and building my business empire, I had everything except someone to share it with. Then I met Aiden.
He was charming in a way that felt honest, not flashy. With his warm brown eyes and easy smile, he made me feel seen. We met at a fundraiser, and our conversation flowed like we’d known each other forever.
“I’m not much for these events,” Aiden had said, sipping his wine. “But it was Emily’s idea. She says I need to get out more.”