My mom found a boyfriend. I was so happy for her, and her Aaron seemed like a good man. But there was one little issue… I had NEVER met him before.
Not even seen a photo! My mother’s happiness mattered most, so I stayed out of their private life. Until ONE DAY… we finally arranged to meet.
I was excited and wanted everything to be perfect! My hands were trembling as I rang the doorbell. “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE HERE!” my mom shouted, rushing to open the door. But the moment I saw her man, I froze… He was my
My breath caught in my throat.
He was **my ex-boyfriend**.
The same man who broke my heart two years ago… the man who had disappeared without explanation… the man I had spent months trying to forget.
He was standing in my mother’s hallway.
Smiling.
Holding her hand.
My mother beamed with pride.
“Aaron, this is my daughter. The one I told you so much about!”
His eyes locked onto mine — and I could see it.
Recognition.
Shock.
Guilt.
But he didn’t speak.
He didn’t *have to*.
My legs felt weak. A wave of nausea hit me.
I forced myself to smile, though my hands were shaking.
Dinner was torture.
They laughed. They touched hands.
He told her the same sweet words he once told **me**.
The same jokes.
The same stories.
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