Dating can be a minefield of awkward moments, unexpected mishaps, and unforgettable blunders. But sometimes, the worst dates make for the best laughs!
We’ve all been there — navigating the tricky waters of romance, only to end up with a story that’s more “oops” than “aww.” From blind date mishaps to creative loyalty tests, dating disasters are universal. But why cry over spilled wine at dinner when you can laugh about it instead?
We’ve rounded up nine hilarious jokes inspired by dating misadventures. Whether you’re single, taken, or somewhere in between, these punchlines will make your heart skip a beat — this time, from laughter!
A laughing woman | Source: Pexels
The Sunday School Surprise
I was swiping through a dating app and matched with someone who didn’t have a profile picture. Desperate for a change, I decided to take a chance and meet her.
I wasn’t expecting much, maybe someone a little rough around the edges, but when I arrived, I was floored. She was stunning: 5’2″, baby blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and all the right curves.
A young blonde woman | Source: Pexels
Impressed, I asked what she did for a living. “I teach Sunday school,” she said.
I’d never dated a Christian girl before, but I was intrigued. On the drive to dinner, I lit a cigarette and asked if she cared for one.
“Oh, heavens no,” she replied, “What would I tell my Sunday school children?”
A couple in a cafe | Source: Pexels
Fair enough, I thought. Some people smoke, some don’t.
At the restaurant, I ordered steak, she got lobster, and I requested the second-most expensive bottle of wine on the menu. When the wine arrived, she declined a glass.
“You don’t drink?” I asked, surprised.
A couple drinking coffee | Source: Pexels
She shook her head. “Oh, heavens no, what would I tell my Sunday school children?”
The dinner and conversation were amazing, but I couldn’t quite figure her out. On the drive home, I passed a cheap motel and figured, why not take a chance?
“Want to get a room and fool around?” I asked nervously.
A motel sign | Source: Pexels
She winked and said, “I thought you’d never ask!”
Surprised, I laughed and teased, “Really? What are you going to tell your Sunday school children about this?”
She grinned mischievously and said, “The same thing I tell them every week: You don’t have to smoke or drink to have a good time!”
A smiling blonde woman | Source: Freepik
The Widow’s Wardrobe Wisdom
Dorothy and Edna, two elderly widows, are talking.
Dorothy says, “That nice George Johnson asked me out for a date. I know you went out with him last week, and I wanted to talk with you about him before I give him my answer.”
Two elderly friends talking | Source: Pexels
Edna replies, “Well, I’ll warn you about what happened last week! George showed up at my apartment punctually at 7 P.M., dressed like such a gentleman in a fine suit, and he brought me such beautiful flowers!
Then he took me downstairs, and what was there but a luxury car… a limousine, uniformed chauffeur and all.
An elegant man | Source: Freepik
“Then he took me out for dinner… a marvelous dinner. Lobster, champagne, dessert, and after-dinner drinks. Then we went to see a show. Let me tell you, Dorothy, I enjoyed it so much I could have just died from pleasure! BUT THEN when we were coming back to my apartment, he turns into an ANIMAL!”
Dorothy exclaims, “Goodness gracious! What do you mean?”
A shocked elderly woman | Source: Pexels
“He tore my expensive dress off!”
“So, I shouldn’t go on a date with him?” Dorothy asks.
“No, I’m just saying… wear an old dress.”
A smiling elderly woman | Source: Pexels
Thomas’ Mom and Dad Dilemma
Thomas, 32, is still single. His friend asks, “Why haven’t you found a wife? Haven’t you met anyone you like?”
Thomas replies, “Oh, I’ve met plenty of wonderful women. But when I introduce them to my mom, she always disapproves.”
Two male friends talking | Source: Pexels
The friend suggests, “Easy fix—find someone just like your mom!”
Months later, they meet again. The friend asks, “So, did you try my advice?”
Thomas sighs, “I found a woman just like my mom. She’s perfect, and my mom adores her.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
A happy couple | Source: Pexels
“My dad can’t stand her.”
Blind Date Backup Plan
I went on a blind date with someone I met on a dating app. Neither of us had profile pictures, but I consider myself quite handsome. Still, I was nervous. What if she wasn’t my type?
A nervous man | Source: Pexels
Thankfully, I found an app called “Mom, Are You OK?” It schedules your phone to ring right after meeting your date. If you like them, you ignore the call. If not, you answer, “Mom? What’s wrong?” and quickly exit.
When I knocked on her door, my worries disappeared. She was absolutely stunning. But before I could say a word, her phone rang.
A happy woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels
“Mom? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
The Perfect Catch
A man is dining alone in a fancy restaurant when he notices a stunning redhead at the next table. Though he’s too shy to say hello, he can’t stop glancing her way.
Suddenly, she sneezes, and much to his surprise, a glass eye flies out of its socket, hurtling straight at him. He catches it mid-air with lightning reflexes and hands it back to her.
A man holding a glass eyeball | Source: Midjourney
Embarrassed, she says, “I’m so sorry! Please, let me buy your dinner to make it up to you.”
He joins her, and they have dinner, watch a show, order drinks, and have a deep conversation. At the end of the night, she invites him over, and he stays.
The next morning, she whips up a gourmet breakfast. Amazed, he says, “You’re absolutely perfect. Are you this kind to every guy you meet?”
A smiling man in bed | Source: Pexels
She smiles and replies, “Nope. You just happened to catch my eye.”
The Gym’s Secret Attraction Machine
After a tough breakup, I decided to turn my life around. Step one: Hit the gym to get back in shape and maybe catch the attention of someone special.
At the gym, I asked the trainer, “Which machine here will help me attract the most beautiful women?”
A man talking to a coach in a gym | Source: Pexels
He sized me up, paused, and said, “The ATM outside.”
A Mixed-Up Christmas Surprise
A man decides to buy his new girlfriend a Christmas present. Since they’ve only been dating for three weeks, he wants something thoughtful but not overly personal. He settles on a pair of elegant gloves.
A shopping mall during Christmas | Source: Pexels
To ensure he picks the right style, he asks her younger sister to come along and offer her opinion. The sister points out a chic pair of white gloves at the store, which he purchases. While shopping, the sister also buys herself a pair of panties.
Unbeknownst to them, the cashier accidentally swaps the packages. The man unknowingly ends up with the panties in the gift box instead of the gloves.
Two gift boxes | Source: Pexels
Feeling proud of his choice, he pens a heartfelt note to include with the gift:
My Dearest,
I chose these because I noticed you don’t usually wear any when we go out in the evenings.
If it weren’t for your sister, I’d have picked the longer style with buttons, but she said the shorter ones are easier to take off.
A man writing a note | Source: Pexels
They’re a delicate shade, but the saleswoman assured me they won’t show wear even after being used for three weeks. She even tried them on for me, and they looked fantastic!
I wish I could be there to help you put them on the first time. I’m sure others will handle them before I get the chance to see you again, but that’s okay.
When you take them off, don’t forget to blow inside to keep them fresh. They may feel a little damp after wearing, which is perfectly natural.
A white glove | Source: Freepik
Just think about how many times I’ll kiss them throughout the year. I hope you’ll wear them on Christmas Eve for me.
P.S. The latest trend is to fold them down slightly to let a bit of fur show.
A woman wearing white leather gloves | Source: Midjourney
The $5,000 Test
A man is dating three women and struggling to decide which one he should marry. To make his choice easier, he comes up with a test.
He gives each woman $5,000 and observes what they do with the money.
An envelope with money | Source: Pexels
The first woman spends all the money on herself. She visits an upscale salon for a makeover, buys a new wardrobe, and splurges on accessories. She tells him, “I wanted to look my best for you because I love you.”
The man is impressed.
A woman in a SPA | Source: Pexels
The second woman uses the money to buy him gifts. She gets him a premium set of golf clubs, upgrades his computer, and buys him tailored suits. Handing him the presents, she says, “I spent it all on you because I want to make you happy—I love you.”
Again, the man is impressed.
A shocked man | Source: Pexels
The third woman invests the money in the stock market. After making a significant profit, she returns his $5,000 and places the rest into a joint account. She explains, “I wanted to grow our future together because I love you.”
The man is blown away by her financial savvy.
He thinks long and hard about the women and their choices.
A man deep in thought | Source: Pexels
Finally, he marries the one with the biggest breasts.
Love and Semantics
An elderly couple, both widowed, had been dating for quite some time. After much encouragement from their friends, they finally decided to tie the knot.
One evening, before the wedding, they sat down for dinner to discuss finances, living arrangements, and so forth.
An elderly couple talking | Source: Pexels
Eventually, the gentleman cleared his throat and cautiously broached a sensitive topic: their physical relationship.
“How do you feel about making love?” he asked hesitantly.
The lady thought for a moment, then replied with a gentle smile, “I would like it infrequently.”
A woman with a soft smile | Source: Pexels
The man sat in thoughtful silence, adjusted his glasses, leaned closer, and softly asked, “Is that one word or two?”
Liked these jokes? Here are some more!
Marriage Counseling with a Twist
After 30 years of marriage, a husband and wife sit in front of a therapist. The wife starts in on a long list of grievances: “He doesn’t listen to me, he’s distant, we haven’t been close in ages. I feel neglected, lonely, unloved…”
A couple in therapy | Source: Pexels
She keeps going and going, pouring out years of frustration. Finally, the therapist stands up, walks around his desk, and approaches the wife.
He asks her to stand and proceeds to lean in and give her a long, passionate kiss. The husband looks on in surprise, and the wife? She’s left completely speechless by the intensity of their therapist’s kiss.
A shocked woman | Source: Pexels
The therapist turns to the husband and says, “Your wife needs this at least three times a week if you’re serious about saving your marriage. Can you manage that?”
The husband sits there, thinking for a moment before responding, “Well, sure. I can bring her by on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”
A couple in therapy | Source: Pexels
3 Incredible Stories Where Money Caused a Rift in the Family
Money has been called the root of all evil, but these lifeless pieces of paper don’t change anyone; they change on their own. In the following stories, people showed their true nature when faced with large amounts of money.
One of the three people in the following tales tried to monopolize her husband’s life and money by kicking his son out, while another tried to bring a feuding family together using finances. A third got a life insurance policy and pretended to be dead. Read on…
A family sitting around a table filled with money | Source: Midjourney
1. My Stepmom Tried Kicking Me Out Only to Discover Something Shocking About Our House That Turned the Tables Around
Returning from work, I was wiped out. College classes by day, gaming store shifts by night… it was endless. I never wanted this part-time job, especially since Dad’s income could cover my expenses.
But my stepmom, Karen, insisted, claiming it’d “teach him responsibility.” When I walked in, my father and stepmom were on my case. Karen was on me immediately, asking, “Why are you late? You were supposed to clean today!”
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
I tried to keep calm.
“I had a long day. I’ll clean tomorrow.”
My stepmom folded her arms, her voice sharp as she questioned, “Tomorrow? That’s not how responsibility works, Marcus.”
I couldn’t hold back. “You’re home all day. Is cleaning really that hard?”
Her face flushed red. “How dare YOU speak to ME like that!”
Just then, Dad entered the room, looking between us. “What’s going on?”
“Marcus refuses to clean,” Karen said, crossing her arms.
“I’m not refusing. I said I’ll do it tomorrow. I’m tired,” I explained, swallowing back my frustration.
An upset boy | Source: Pexels
Dad sighed, glancing at Karen. “He’ll do it tomorrow. Let’s leave it at that.”
Relieved, I turned toward my room, but Dad stopped me. “Don’t go anywhere tonight, son. We have news to share.”
Nodding, I headed upstairs.
When Dad came to get me later, I dragged myself down to the table, where a cold plate of leftovers waited. As I picked at my food, I felt Karen’s and Dad’s eyes on me.
“What’s this big news?” I asked, glancing up.
A boy looking ahead at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
Dad shared a quick look with Karen. “We’re pregnant!” they announced together.
I froze, almost choking. “Uh… congratulations,” I managed, forcing a smile.
Dad looked thrilled, but Karen’s expression stayed cold.
Turning somber, he started, “Son, I don’t know how to say this… but…”
“Actually, Marcus,” Karen began, cutting my dad off, “YOU need to move out.”
“What? Dad, what is she talking about?!” I stammered, looking at Dad, shocked.
A confused boy | Source: Mijdourney
Karen’s look didn’t waver. “My baby is on the way, and we need to prepare the house for it, maybe do renovations. You’ll just be a burden and in the way. We need space for our child.”
“Dad? Where will I go? I can’t afford rent… I work part-time and study! And… God, this is my home too! Dad, say something! Please!” I looked at him, feeling a wave of betrayal.
Dad shifted uncomfortably, looking at me and back at Karen, but stayed silent.
Realizing I was on my own, I said, “You know what? You two can go to hell!” before storming off to my room and slamming the door!
An angry boy storming off | Source: Midjourney
That night, I lay there, feeling lost and abandoned. They couldn’t just toss me out like this, I thought desperately. As their muffled voices drifted through the door, I pressed my ear against it.
Dad sounded hesitant as he said, “Maybe he should stay until he finishes school…”
Karen’s reply was sharp. “Tom, we’ve been over this. He has to go.”
At that moment, I felt utterly alone.
An upset boy | Source: Midjourney
Karen’s voice cut in, “You have three days to figure it out,” she insisted, having walked into my room without even knocking.
I felt heat rush to my face. “I’m a student with a part-time job! I can’t afford a place, let alone in three days!”
But I was talking to my stepmom’s back as she walked away.
Then I thought of Grandma Rose. Maybe she’d help. I dialed her number, hands shaking.
“Grandma Rose? It’s Marcus,” I choked out.
“Marcus? What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned.
An upset woman on the phone | Source: Pexels
I spilled everything, barely holding back tears.
Rose listened quietly, then said, “Do nothing, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.”
The next day, my late grandmother’s sister arrived at our door, eyes blazing. She didn’t wait a second.
“Everyone to the living room. Now.”
Karen’s glare met Rose’s, but my grandma spoke first.
“How dare you throw a child out of his home?” she demanded, her voice like steel.
An upset woman shouting | Source: Freepik
“Marcus isn’t a child,” Karen snapped back.
“Until he finishes school, he is,” Rose replied. “But none of this matters. This is Marcus’s house. He isn’t going anywhere.”
I blinked, shocked, as Karen scoffed. Rose’s next words shut her down.
“My late sister left the house to Marcus before she passed. It’s been his since he turned eighteen.”
Silence followed, and Karen’s face twisted with anger. But Rose wasn’t finished.
“And by the way, Karen, how’s that wine you were drinking? Odd for a pregnant woman.”
A guilty-looking woman | Source: Midjourney
Karen’s face went pale. “What? How do you know about that?”
“I saw you this morning at the café with your friend on my way here,” Rose replied.
“There is no baby!” Karen blurted, horrified by her slip-up.
Dad looked at her, stunned. “You lied?” he whispered.
Karen tried to recover, but Rose’s calm voice cut in. “Pack your things and go.”
An angry woman shouting | Source: Midjourney
Within minutes, Karen was gone. Dad looked at me, regretful.
“I’m sorry, son. I don’t know what came over me.”
For the first time in a long while, I felt safe. I hugged him, feeling the relief of finally being home.
A father hugging his son | Source: Midjourney
2. Hate Tore My Family Apart Until My Grandmother Brought Us Together One Last Time with a Great Revelation
Scott and I drove to Grandma Eleanor’s for her 80th birthday, the first time in years the whole family was gathering because we hated each other. My husband parked, and as we stepped out into the chilly air, he grumbled, “I still don’t get why we’re here.”
“It’s Grandma’s birthday,” I reminded him. “She’s the only truly kind person in this family, and she wanted us all together.”
He sighed. “I could be working right now. You know we need the money.”
A couple walking toward a house | Source: Pexels
“It’s one evening,” I said, instinctively patting my stomach. “Do you think they’ll notice?”
Scott chuckled. “If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t notice. But what about telling your grandma?”
“Maybe at the end of the night,” I whispered.
As we headed toward the door, my brother Michael and his wife, Stacy, called out, “Hey! Wait up!”
Stacy hobbled in heels, complaining, “I can’t run in these!”
Scott and I exchanged a look, rolling our eyes. We all knew Stacy only stuck around for Michael’s money.
Scott nudged me to press the doorbell. “Can we just get this over with?”
Someone pressing a doorbell | Source: Midjourney
At the door, Grandma Eleanor’s warm smile greeted us as she hugged each of us. Inside, the table was loaded with food.
“Why did you make so much, Grandma?” I asked, touched by the spread.
“Oh, I love doing this,” she said, smiling.
As we settled in, Michael asked, “Mom’s not here yet?”
“She’s not sure she can make it,” Eleanor replied, a touch of sadness in her voice.
“Typical,” I muttered. “She never has time for us.”
Michael shot me a look. “Stop. She’s our mom.”
A man looking at someone | Source: Pexels
“Yeah? And she hasn’t wished me a happy birthday in years,” I snapped.
Michael’s face hardened. “You act like you’re perfect, Camilla! She had her career as an actress to focus on!”
“And she put it before us every time because it’s the only thing she cared about!” I fired back.
Scott put a hand on my shoulder, “Camilla, maybe just…”
I ignored him. “You only have those restaurants because Uncle handed them to you!”
Michael clenched his fists. “You’ve always been jealous of me, haven’t you?”
“Jealous of what? That you’re alone with a wife who’s only there for your money?”
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
“And you have it so good?” he sneered. “Your husband can barely hold a job, and how long have you been trying for kids… five, ten years?”
“Go to hell!” I shouted, standing up.
“Enough!” Grandma Eleanor’s voice cut through the chaos as she stood. “This is my birthday. I brought you here to celebrate… not to argue! And as for the inheritance…”
My head snapped toward her. “Inheritance?”
Eleanor’s voice was stern. “Your grandfather left something, and I have plans for it too, but I’m not leaving a penny to either of you until you prove you deserve it and earn my trust.”
A close-up of an upset woman | Source: Midjourney
“What?” Michael demanded. “How do we prove it?”
“Show me you deserve it,” she said quietly, then turned and left.
Needing air, I walked outside, hands cradling my stomach. Michael followed.
“So we might have an inheritance,” he said, glancing at me.
“If you hadn’t ruined things as usual,” I shot back.
“Me?” He looked stunned. “You started it!”
“Michael, I need this inheritance. Scott and I…” I hesitated.
He raised a brow. “Why should I step aside? I need it too. Stacy’s about to leave if I don’t fix things at the restaurants.”
“Maybe she should,” I muttered, turning back toward the house. “I’m not giving up on this.”
Two people talking | Source: Midjourney
Michael followed me back in, muttering, “Not fair, Camilla.”
I found Grandma in her room. “Grandma, I’m sorry we ruined tonight. Let me help you with anything.”
“Is this how you think you’ll win an inheritance?” she asked with a raised brow. “Do you really need it, Camilla?”
I placed a hand on my stomach. “Because…”
Just then, Michael burst in, interrupting. “Camilla’s lying about me, Grandma!”
“We weren’t even talking about you,” she said dryly.
An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney
Then, just as we returned to the dining room, Mom arrived, swooping in with open arms. “My darlings!”
“Oh, Camilla,” she said, eyeing me critically, “have you gained weight?”
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the table. More bickering followed between my brother, me, and our mother as we tried to prove who deserved the inheritance most. Then suddenly, Grandma’s face turned pale. She clutched her chest, and we heard a loud thud as she collapsed.
“Grandma!” I screamed before clutching my stomach. “Call an ambulance!”
A woman holding her pregnant belly | Source: Pexels
My husband rushed to my side, gripping my hand. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s starting,” I gasped.
Scott’s eyes widened. “Labor?”
“Yes!” I shrieked.
Michael shouted, “You were pregnant?!”
Our mother commented, “I’m going to be a grandma?!”
And I demanded they call 911!
We’d become so estranged that I didn’t even want to tell them when I got pregnant. I didn’t want to bother because Mom would ignore her grandchild as she ignored me. The madness in our family is why Scott and I moved far away.
An ambulance at work | Source: Pexels
The only person I truly loved was my Nana. She was there for me all the time, the only light in this crazy family, and now she might be gone.
In the hospital, I refused to give birth until I knew about Eleanor. Scott pleaded, “Camilla, focus on the baby!”
After an agonizing hour, our baby girl was born, and when I woke up, Michael entered looking somber. That’s when I found out Grandma had passed away while I was in labor.
“We found a note addressed to the family in your grandmother’s belongings,” a nurse who came in said.
A handwritten note | Source: Pexels
The note revealed Nana had known I was pregnant, and she’d left her whole inheritance to Scott and my child. She urged Michael to divorce his wife, who had opted to stay behind at the house. And lastly, she pleaded with our mom to do better for us and her grandchild.
Michael remorsefully confessed, “I’m sorry for what I said, Camilla.”
Our mom looked guilty, whispering, “Could I… be a real grandma?”
“Maybe,” I said, holding my newborn and feeling like our family was turning a new leaf as I announced, “Her name is Eleanor.”
A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels
3. I Thought My Father Was Dead, Only to Find Out a Sinister Truth When We Tried Burying Him
I climbed out of the car, standing in front of the church, and felt the weight of losing Dad crash over me. “We couldn’t even give him a proper funeral,” I thought. Bella’s sudden bark interrupted me. She was his dog and was usually calm with staying in the car, but not today.
“Bella!” I turned, watching her agitated at the window.
I gave a hand signal to calm her, and she lay down, though her eyes stayed fixed on me.
A man sitting in a car with a dog | Source: Pexels
“Stay, Bella,” I whispered, patting her head through the window.
Leaving her whining behind, I walked inside. Dad’s casket lay at the front, roped off since he’d died of an infection. I settled beside my mother, knowing I’d never get a true goodbye.
As the final hymn started, Bella’s bark echoed through the church. She’d managed to get out of the car and jumped on the casket, flowers crashing to the floor as she barked and scratched at the lid!
A closed casket | Source: Pexels
Sensing something was wrong, I jumped up. “Open the casket!” I yelled.
Murmurs rose, but I didn’t care; I threw it open myself.
It was empty!
Everyone gasped, but I barely heard. I turned to the funeral director, demanding, “Where is he?!”
My mother’s knees buckled, and I caught her just as she fainted. I rushed her to the hospital, my mind racing. “How could Dad’s body be missing?” I wondered softly.
A man deep in thought | Source: Midjourney
That night, I called the police. Detective Bradshaw came over.
“The coroner confirmed your father’s death and released the body to the funeral home,” she said. “Could your father have been in trouble, Mr. Hayes?”
Dad had been a model businessman who ran his own dog training and rehabilitation center. I doubted he’d ever take a risk that would threaten our family. Still, with no leads, Detective Bradshaw left. But I wouldn’t wait. Leaving Bella at home, I went to the morgue for answers.
A morgue | Source: Pexels
At the desk, a nurse informed me, “The coroner resigned, and no replacement has been assigned.”
When I asked for Dad’s file, she refused until I slipped $1,000 onto the counter. She turned a blind eye as I entered the coroner’s office, but Dad’s file was gone.
Frustrated, I returned to Dad’s office, opening his email only to find every message deleted! Right then, Dad’s lawyer, Mr. Stevens, walked in.
“Ryan,” he greeted me, his tone grave. “You’re the new CEO of the company.”
A man talking to someone | Source: Pexels
“What happened to Dad’s things here?” I asked, noticing two missing dancer figurines.
Mr. Stevens shook his head.
“Your father supposedly took them home, though I don’t think he ever found the third one. The collector wants half a million for it.”
I knew the dancers weren’t at home; I’d searched thoroughly through my parents’ house while packing away Dad’s things.
But Stevens went on to reveal something else: we were in severe debt, and investors had been pulling out since Dad had been missing meetings for months.
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
Then he added, “And there’s something you should know. I believe Arnold was having a relationship with his new secretary.”
Trying to ignore my anger, I spent the day placating investors. Then, I tracked down Dad’s secretary, Miss Pearson. That evening, I tailed her to her house and, when she drove off, I snuck inside her closing garage and made my way into her house.
In her room, I found a framed photo of her kissing Dad!
A photo of a couple kissing | Source: Midjourney
Then I checked the coffee table, discovering a manila envelope. Inside was Dad’s $7 million life insurance policy with Miss Pearson as the sole beneficiary! I drove straight to the police with the evidence.
Hours later, they confirmed she was booked on a flight to Morocco, which had no extradition treaty. Detective Bradshaw assembled her team for the airport, and they searched the crowd. But Miss Pearson was gone.
A busy airport | Source: Pexels
I refused to give up. My last lead was the third dancer. I tracked down its collector and paid the outrageous $750,000. I scheduled an auction, hoping Dad would hear about it.
At the auction house, I watched from the shadows. Then, at $1 million, a familiar voice called out. Dad. I blocked his way as Detective Bradshaw handcuffed him.
He glared at me. “Ryan? You set me up!”
“You faked your death to run off with your mistress, leaving us to grieve over an empty casket!” I spat, horrified.
An upset man shouting | Source: Midjourney
Dad’s face fell as he confessed. He’d faked his death for a new life. I stared coldly.
“You taught me a man should do what’s right, not follow his own selfish interests. I hope you remember that.”
Bradshaw assured me Miss Pearson wouldn’t get far. As they took Dad away, I knew he’d finally face the consequences.
A man getting arrested | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Leave a Reply