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.
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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.”
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“Emily?” I asked.
“My daughter. She’s eighteen. It’s been just the two of us since my wife passed. She’s been my rock.”
Something in his voice, the way it softened when he said her name, tugged at my heart.
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Aiden swept me off my feet. He sent flowers to my office, planned quiet dinners, and always listened when I needed to vent about work.
“You make me feel like a teenager,” I told him one evening.
“Well, you make me feel alive again,” he replied, taking my hand.
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When he introduced me to Emily, I was nervous. I didn’t know how a teenage daughter would react to her father dating. But Emily was polite, almost shy.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice soft. “Dad talks about you all the time.”
She had a delicate, almost fragile look. Her big eyes that seemed too old for her age, like her mother’s passing made her lose her childish naiveté.
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“I’ve heard a lot about you, too,” I said, trying to break the ice. “All good things, of course.”
She smiled faintly. “He’s just happy. I haven’t seen him like this in years.”
Over the months, I grew close to both Aiden and Emily. Aiden was kind, dependable, and attentive. And Emily? She was reserved but sweet. She’d join us for family dinners, but she mostly kept to herself, studying or reading.
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One evening, Aiden mentioned they were having trouble with their house.
“The roof needs repairs,” he explained. “It’s been one thing after another since Liz passed. I’m starting to feel like I’m cursed.”
“Why don’t you both stay with me while it’s fixed?” I offered.
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Aiden hesitated. “Are you sure? That’s a big step.”
“Of course,” I said. “You’re practically family already.”
They moved in a week later. Eventually, after two months of living together, we realized we couldn’t wait to be together forever and got married.
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At first, my marriage seemed perfect. Aiden cooked breakfast most mornings, and Emily would shyly thank me when I left snacks on the counter for her or brought her little gifts.
But there were little things about Emily that I couldn’t quite figure out. She didn’t seem to have many friends, and when I asked about school, she’d give vague answers.
“It’s just boring stuff,” she’d say. “You wouldn’t want to hear about it.”
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“She’s always been private,” Aiden explained when I brought it up. “It’s her way of coping, I think.”
Still, something felt… off. I dismissed it, telling myself I was overthinking. They’d been through a lot. It wasn’t my place to judge.
Then came that evening.
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I’d planned a surprise for Aiden. A special dinner to celebrate our first year together. Leaving work early, I let myself in, expecting the usual quiet hum of the house.
Instead, I heard laughter coming from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat as a voice rang out, “Does she really wear this?!”
Before I could process what was happening, one of my dresses came flying down from the second floor, landing in a heap on the living room floor.
Shocked, I rushed upstairs.
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When I reached the bedroom, the door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, I saw Aiden and Emily sitting on the bed.
My jewelry box was open between them, and one of my diamond necklaces glinted in Emily’s hands. Around them, my things were scattered: cash, watches, and small valuables I hadn’t even realized were missing.
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At first, I froze. Were they tidying up? Planning a surprise? I tried to make sense of it, but something about the scene felt wrong. Emily’s bag sat open, half-full with what looked like my belongings.
“Careful,” Aiden said, his tone low. “Don’t forget the bottom drawer. There’s more in there.”
Emily laughed softly. “I know, I know. This is way easier than the last time.”
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My heart plummeted. The last time?
I backed away slowly, my breath caught in my throat. They hadn’t seen me, and I wasn’t about to let them know I was there. Quietly, I crept down the stairs, my mind racing.
Once I was safely in the living room, I grabbed my phone and activated the security system. With a few taps, I locked the bedroom door, trapping them inside.
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I called Sarah, my detective friend, my hands shaking as I explained what I’d seen.
“They’re in my bedroom, packing my valuables,” I whispered. “I locked them in with my security system. Sarah, I think they’re stealing from me.”
“Stay calm,” she said, her voice firm. “Call the police right now. I’ll head over and meet you there.”
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When I hung up, I dialed 911, my voice trembling as I explained the situation. The dispatcher assured me officers were on their way.
From my phone, I pulled up the security camera feed of the bedroom. Aiden was yanking at the door handle, his face tense. Emily paced the room, gesturing wildly.
“What the hell is going on?” Emily snapped.
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“The door’s locked!” Aiden barked. “I don’t know how, but she must’ve done this.”
Emily’s voice rose. “You said she wouldn’t catch on! This was supposed to be easy!”
I clenched my fists, anger and betrayal simmering beneath the surface. They’d played me for a fool, but their little game was over.
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When the police arrived, I let them in and directed them to the bedroom. Two officers went upstairs, while I stood in the foyer with Sarah, my legs trembling.
Minutes later, Aiden and Emily were brought downstairs, their hands cuffed behind their backs. Aiden’s face was unreadable, but Emily glared at me with thinly veiled hatred.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Aiden asked, his voice sharp but measured.
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“You tell me,” I said coldly, crossing my arms.
One of the officers held up Emily’s bag. “We found these,” he said, showing the cash, jewelry, and watches inside. “Care to explain?”
Emily’s façade cracked first. “Fine! We were going to take them, okay?” she snapped. “But it’s not like she even notices half this stuff!”
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“Emily!” Aiden hissed, but it was too late.
“Emily?” the officer said, his voice steady despite the storm inside. “That’s funny, considering your real name isn’t even Emily.”
I stared at them in shock. “How do you know that?”
“They are thieves. Con artists. Did this in several states and escaped every time. Well, until they ran into you, ma’am.”
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I nodded.
“We found multiple IDs in their belongings. Names don’t match. And her date of birth? Doesn’t make her eighteen. She’s thirty-two.”
The room spun for a moment. 32. Aiden had told me she was just a teenager. My skin prickled with disgust.
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The officers pressed Aiden for more information, and under pressure, he finally broke. “It’s not what you think,” he muttered, avoiding my eyes. “We needed the money. You don’t understand—”
“I don’t understand?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “I welcomed you into my home! I trusted you! And all this time, you’ve been lying to me?”
Sarah stepped in, her expression grim. “We’ve seen cases like this before. They pose as a family, target someone wealthy, and rob them blind.”
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“They’re good at it,” one of the officers added. “Too good. We’ll need to look through the evidence, but there’s already enough here to charge them.”
As the police led Aiden and Emily to the door, Aiden turned back to me, his mask of charm completely gone.
“You’re going to regret this,” he said, his voice cold.
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I stared him down, refusing to flinch. “No, Aiden. You are.”
Emily, now tearful, looked back at me. “We didn’t mean to hurt you,” she mumbled.
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t going to waste another ounce of emotion on them.
That night, after the house was quiet again, I sat alone in the living room. The weight of what had happened settled over me like a heavy blanket.
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They’d deceived me so thoroughly, playing on my need for love and connection.
For days, I replayed the little moments I’d overlooked. Emily’s vague answers. Aiden’s reluctance to share details about his past. The way they always seemed to know exactly what to say.
Sarah came by later that week. “You’re not the first person they’ve targeted,” she said. “And you wouldn’t have been the last. But you stopped them. That’s what matters.”
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She was right, but it didn’t make the betrayal hurt any less.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that trust is a dangerous gift. I gave mine too easily, and it nearly cost me everything.
Still, I refuse to let them define my future. They may have stolen my time and my trust, but they couldn’t steal my strength.
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Unemployed dad with face tattoo rejects 45 job offers since going viral with desperate work plea
A teenage father with ‘DEVAST8’ tattooed across his face is ‘waiting for the right job offer’ after his desperate plea for work went viral – and he has revealed he will be getting the jailhouse ink lasered off.
Mark Cropp, 19, from New Zealand, took to social media on Wednesday afternoon to beg someone to look past his criminal convictions and heavily-tattooed face and give him a chance at work.
Within hours he had been inundated with job offers and said he had ‘stopped counting when he reached 45’.
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Mark ‘Devast8’ Cropp (pictured) has revealed that he has turned down 45 job offers since his story went viral
The 19-year-old (pictured) had taken to social media in frustration that his face tattoos were preventing him from finding work
But he told Daily Mail Australia he still hadn’t ‘done a day’s work’.
‘I am just waiting for the right one to come about,’ he said.
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Some of the jobs required him to have his own car – he clarified – but he will need help getting to the work site.
‘Until I get my first paycheck and get a car I won’t be able to get myself around,’ he said.
The former criminal revealed he will be getting the artwork – designed by his brother after a night of drinking home brew in jail – removed as soon as possible.
‘A week before I got out I taped a picture of my face to the inside of an envelope so my partner could see it – she was devastated – but now she likes it and can’t see me without it,’ Cropp (pictured, right) said
Man with DEVAST8 tattoo speaks about trying to get a job
‘I am just working out a date to get it taken off – which sucks because it is going to hurt,’ he said.
‘And because, you know, this tattoo means something to me and my brother did it for me so it is hard to make the decision to get rid of it.
‘But I know it is the best thing for my future – and I want to be a person my family can look to for support.’
The artwork was designed to make him ‘look tough’ when he landed in jail following a long string of violent behaviour.
This image shows Cropp (pictured) before the face tattoo which made him go viral on social media
‘And because, you know, this tattoo means something to me and my brother did it for me so it is hard to make the decision to get rid of it,’ he said
Mark and girlfriend Taneia Ruki got together a year before he was sent to prison
It was meant to be a ‘little one along the jawline,’ but the pair got carried away after drinking home brew made from fermented apples, sugar and bread.
‘I went into jail with four tattoos and I came out with a full body suit,’ he said.
But the face tattoo was the biggest shock to his family.
‘A week before I got out I taped a picture of my face to the inside of an envelope so my partner could see it – she was devastated – but now she likes it and can’t see me without it.’
DEVAST8 happens to be the 19-year-old’s nickname.
Mark Cropp (pictured) told Daily Mail Australia he is still waiting for the right job to come along
Cropp (pictured) says the face tattoo was supposed to be small but he and his brother got carried away after drinking homebrew
‘I was going through a rough patch’: Teen with DEVAST8 jail tattoo
‘I would end up devastating everyone I met or got close to.
‘They would be disappointed with something I had done or said – I was always hearing “that’s devastating”,’ he said.
But he hopes the devastating chapters of his life are over – erased along with the ink on his face.
‘I have learnt from my mistake,’ he said.
‘I still don’t think people should be judged by the tattoos on their face – but I know it will keep happening unless I do something about it.’
Before his final desperate plea on Facebook the teenager said people had ‘laughed in (his) face’ when he had asked for work.
The tattoo was drawn with a homemade gun which used a needle made from the spring of a pen and powered by a cassette player.
Plastic knives and forks are burnt to a black plastic powder and mixed with toothpaste and water to create the ink.
The teenager has been out of jail for two weeks.
Mark has also been offered laser therapy to remove the tattoo and will have his first session on Tuesday (pictured right with partner)
The New Zealander (pictured) has been out of jail for two weeks and says he has learnt from his mistake
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