Then, on the wedding day, I found debt notices and forged documents in his name. I burst into the ceremony, shouting, “Stop the wedding!” But my mom stunned me. The debts were real—but tied to a surprise: Aaron had helped finance a restaurant for me. He was working for free. He believed in me.
I’d misjudged everything. “You almost destroyed us,” she said. “Leave.” Aaron, somehow still kind, told her, “She’s your daughter. You’ll regret this.” Then to me: “Take your seat.” And I did. I came to stop a wedding. Instead, I nearly tore apart a family. I learned that protecting someone sometimes means letting go—and trusting their heart.
