When my son brought his fiancée home, I was thrilled to meet the woman who’d stolen his heart. But the moment I saw her face, my excitement was gone. I already knew her and soon had her locked in my basement.
The urge to protect your child never goes away. I’m a mother in her 50s, living in a quiet suburban neighborhood with my husband, Nathan. We’ve been married for over 25 years, and we have one son, Xavier, who’s the light of our lives.
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He’s 22 now and almost out of college. Although he moved away years ago, we’re still a close-knit family. At least, I thought so until a few weeks ago when Xavier shocked us with one phone call.
It was a normal Tuesday evening. Nathan and I were in the living room, half-watching TV and half-dozing off, when the phone rang.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve got some big news!” Xavier boomed through the line. “I’ve met someone. Her name’s Danielle and she’s amazing. We’ve been dating for three months, and—” He paused dramatically. “I proposed, and she said yes!”
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I couldn’t speak for a second. There was a lot to process. Woman. Three months. Proposed? “Wait, you’re engaged?” I asked, glancing at my husband, whose jaw was practically on the floor.
“Yup! I wanted to tell you sooner, but Danielle’s pretty shy. She wasn’t ready to meet you guys until now, but I convinced her. Can we come over this weekend for dinner?”
“Of course!” I said, though my mind was already racing with worries and only a little bit of excitement.
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Xavier hadn’t mentioned a single girlfriend during his four years at college. No stories about dates, no pictures, nothing. Now he was engaged after dating for only a couple of months! That was insane.
After we hung up, I spoke to my husband. “What do we know about her?” I asked Nathan as we tidied up the house in preparation for the weekend. “Where’s she from? What does she do?”
“Sweets, you heard the same things I heard,” Nathan smiled at me. “Maybe he’s just smitten. You know how young love is.”
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That didn’t ease my nerves. I tried calling Xavier the next day to ask more questions, but his answers were vague. “She’s from around here,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “She’s incredible, Mom. Just wait until you meet her. You’ll find out all you need to know!”
With those words, I decided to let go of my worries for now and focus on the future. I had to prepare for this momentous event. Nathan also reminded me of the possible benefits of our son getting married: grandchildren!
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So when the big day arrived, I went all out. I roasted a chicken, baked a cherry pie, and set the table with our nicest dishes.
Nathan splurged on some pricey steaks, too. “This is just in case she prefers beef to chicken. First impressions matter, right?”
“Of course, sweets!” I told him. “Wait, do you think I should make another dessert in case she doesn’t like cherry pie?”
We spent all morning like that. Nathan even mowed the lawn, although I had no idea how that would be helpful. But it got us even more excited.
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By the time the doorbell rang, we couldn’t contain our smiles. We must have looked like two people in a horror movie because Xavier stepped back once we opened the door.
“Welcome!” I said, almost screaming.
Xavier smiled tentatively and introduced us to Danielle, who was standing shyly beside him with her shoulders hunched and a small smile.
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She was petite, with dark hair and big eyes. Beautiful, really, and she looked good next to my son. But her face… it took only a second for me to recognize her.
Still, I smiled as I welcomed them inside, but I was panicking for a very valid reason.
Just a few months ago, my friend Margaret showed me a photo of a woman who had scammed her son. He had fallen for this woman, who’d convinced him to buy her an expensive engagement ring and give her thousands of dollars for “wedding expenses.”
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Then, she’d disappeared without a trace. Margaret was devastated and had shared the photo with everyone she knew, hoping someone might recognize the scammer. And now, here she was, standing in my living room.
Her hair was a different color, much darker, and she might be wearing blue contact lenses, but I recognized that face. And what happened next was a blur.
Somehow, we sat down. I served dinner, and everyone was talking animatedly. I even answered when I could. But I couldn’t stop staring at Danielle. I also checked my phone discreetly, trying to find the photo Margaret had sent. I must’ve erased it.
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I’d have to call her later. Suddenly, Nathan coughed. He’d noticed my distraction and asked me to help him in the kitchen.
“What’s going on, Evangeline?” he whispered once we were alone.
“That’s her,” I said urgently. “The scammer Margaret told us about. I’m sure of it.”
“What? The one who broke her son’s heart and stole everything?” Nathan frowned, hands on his hips. “Are you positive? It could just be someone who looks like her.”
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“I’m telling you, Nathan, it’s her,” I insisted. “Margaret shared that photo everywhere she could for months after she disappeared. I need to do something before she hurts Xavier too.”
Nathan sighed but didn’t argue. “Just… be careful. Let’s not accuse anyone without proof.”
When dinner ended, I’d come up with a plan and set it into motion. “Danielle, would you help me pick out a wine from the basement?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
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She hesitated but nodded. “Sure,” she said, standing up.
I led her downstairs, trying to be as casual as possible. Luckily, she was shy enough that conversation wasn’t that important. But the moment she stepped into the dimly lit basement, I turned and locked the door behind her.
My hands were shaking as I hurried back upstairs. “Nathan, call the police. Now!”
Xavier shot up from his seat, brows furrowed. “Mom, what are you doing?!” he demanded.
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“That woman is not who she says she is,” I said firmly. “She’s scammed people before. I’m protecting you.”
Xavier looked like I’d slapped him. “What? No! You’re wrong! Danielle’s not a scammer. She’s kind, she’s honest, and she’s my fiancée!”
I ignored him, called Margaret, and explained the situation. “Send me that photo of the scammer,” I begged my friend and hung up. Seconds later, my phone buzzed with the image. It was her. There was no doubt in my mind.
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I turned my phone to my son and husband. “See? I’m not crazy!”
Luckily, the police arrived shortly after and confirmed I wasn’t crazy. I was just wrong.
Xavier went down to let Danielle out of the basement. And for some reason, she wasn’t scared. She was frustrated but… amused.
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She turned to us with a sigh. “Everyone, this isn’t the first time someone’s mistaken me for that woman,” she said. “I know exactly who you’re talking about. She’s ruined my life, or come close to it. I’ve been taken down to the police station before, and I’ve seen her picture. She’s blonde with brown eyes; my black hair and blue eyes are natural. I’m not her.”
One of the officers looked at her closely, then nodded. “I remember this case. The real scammer did use the name Danielle and avoided police for a long time. I think she even managed to scam someone else before she got caught. She’s been in prison for a while now. I can confirm that this lady isn’t her.”
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My jaw dropped. I was relieved, yet so ashamed. Why didn’t Margaret know this? “Oh my God! I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
To my surprise, Danielle smiled fully and then chuckled. “Well, that was an interesting way to meet my future in-laws,” she joked. “At least I got to pick out a wine.” And she had a great taste too because the bottle she had grabbed was one of the most expensive.
Her words made me laugh, and the tension broke easily.
Xavier hugged her, clearly relieved and so in love. “I told you she wasn’t like that,” he said, shooting me a pointed look.
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That night ended with apologies and a fresh start. Over time, I got to know Danielle and saw how much she truly loved Xavier. She was warm, funny, and an incredibly talented pastry chef who even made her own wedding cake.
As for me, I learned a lesson about jumping to conclusions. While I’m still protective of Xavier, I’m learning to trust his choices. And now, we have a family story we’ll never forget — though I doubt Danielle will let me live it down anytime soon.
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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.
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My Dad’s Entitled Girlfriend Mocks My Stuttering until She Finds Out Who I Am – It Was Time to Dot the I’s
I thought it was going to be a normal day at work until a stranger mocked me for something I had no control over. When I discovered who the stranger was, I didn’t hold back in calling her out. The best thing about the confrontation was that my father had my back.
I am sure I am not the only person who’s heard that if your partner mistreats service workers, that should be a red flag for your relationship. Their mistreatment is a sign that they look down on people who they feel are beneath them.
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I learned this lesson during a recent and unexpected incident. See, I had been working at this restaurant for a year while busy with my Anthropology studies.
I would whip out my books and study between orders and when it was a slow day in the restaurant. Today was a busy day, and I hadn’t yet had a chance to go through my schoolwork, and worried I’d fall behind.
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Juggling a part-time job and school isn’t easy. On that typical late evening, a middle-aged woman in a red dress walked into the establishment. For some reason, I distinctly felt a twinge of nerves.
She exuded an air of entitlement, and her sharp gaze scanned the room critically. Even so, I approached her with my usual courtesy, ready to take her order. “Good evening! I’m Alice. May I take your order, please?” I greeted her warmly with a broad and inviting smile.
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I hoped my positive demeanor would calm her down because standing close to her, I could FEEL her bristling with annoyance. Her eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, clearly unimpressed.
I instantly cringed physically as if she’d hit me or touched me unexpectedly. “And what is this new look you’re showing off, young lady? Where is your apron?” she snapped.
I felt a familiar tightening in my throat, my stutter threatening to emerge. “M-ma’am, I, I’m…”
Alice taking an order from Donna | Source: Midjourney
She rolled her eyes dramatically, cutting me off. “I can’t HEAR you! Do you speak normal English? God, I’ll fire you straight away when I own this little shack.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was on the verge of tears as I tried to make sense of her statement. I wondered what she meant by owning the restaurant. I was about to open my mouth to defend myself and the establishment she’d reduced to a “shack,” when something happened.
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Just then, my dad’s voice rang out from behind her. “Oh, you already met each other, perfect!”
Met each other? What was he talking about… What happened next became an absolutely gorgeous and memorable moment because the stranger started stuttering!
“H-h-honey, what do you mean?!” she asked, her previous bravado vanishing.
My dad walked over, smiling warmly. “You still don’t get it? This is my daughter, Alice!” he said, pulling me close for a one-armed hug.
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Her face turned a shade of crimson as she looked back at me, her demeanor shifting from arrogant to flustered in a heartbeat! At that moment, I realized the MOST interesting part of the evening was about to begin!
The thought of crying was long gone as my father’s presence bolstered me. “Please, continue with what you were saying, ma’am. What were you saying you were going to do after you fired me when you own, what did you call it again? Ah yes! This shack?” I asked, grinning widely.
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She stammered, trying to salvage the situation. “Oh, darling, you didn’t get the gist of what I was saying.”
“What were you saying, Donna?” my father asked as he started putting two and two together.
“Well, darling, of course, I was just j-j-joking!”
The woman punctuated the last word with a fake smile that convinced no one!
I raised an eyebrow, mimicking her earlier tone. “Oh, what’s wrong with YOUR English? So you can s-s-stutter and others can’t?”
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My dad stood there, speechless, trying to process the situation.
I took a deep breath and turned to him, my heart pounding. “Dad, I’m sorry, but it seems like your taste in women failed after Mom.”
Donna reached out to him, but he stepped back, his expression hardening. “Please, honey, you have to understand. It was all a misunderstanding,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice.
Donna defending herself while Alice looks on | Source: Midjourney
He shook his head, his disappointment evident. “I simply CAN NOT believe you’d talk like that with my daughter. Moreover, you didn’t know it was her, so that’s how you talk to service people?”
Donna’s eyes widened with desperation as she realized that things were backfiring on her.
I stood opposite my dad with a smug look and arms folded as I listened to their back and forth.
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“No, no, I didn’t MEAN it that way. I just… I was having a bad day!” she exclaimed, sounding exasperated.
“Even a bad day wouldn’t excuse your behavior, Donna. You showed me your true colors,” my father said, his words marked with sadness.
“And those colors aren’t very pretty,” I added, siding with my dad.
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“Please, give me another chance. I promise I’ll do and be better,” Donna begged softly, her voice breaking as all her arrogance went out the door. She never expected to get caught showing her true self.
A part of me felt sorry for her. It was clear from how she was reacting that she loved my dad, but how she treated me said a lot about her character. I wondered how many more people she had abused while they rendered services to her.
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Whether she loved my dad or not didn’t matter if she wasn’t a good person and, as they say, “First impressions last.”
My dad looked at her with a mixture of sadness and resolve. “No, I think it’s best if we part ways. I can’t be with someone who disrespects my daughter and others like that.”
“Goodbye, and enjoy your last meal here, because I don’t think you’ll be welcome back,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence.
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Donna’s face twisted in anger and humiliation as she opened her mouth to say something. But she thought against it before storming out of the restaurant. My dad turned to me, his expression softening. “I’m so sorry, Alice. I had no idea she was like that.”
“It’s okay, Dad. I’m just glad you know now,” I replied, feeling a wave of relief.
We hugged, and the other patrons in the restaurant, who had been quietly watching the scene, began to clap. I felt a surge of pride, knowing I stood up for myself and that my dad had my back. His entitled girlfriend was gone, and my dad and I could move forward without her toxic presence.
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As the evening wound down, the restaurant became quieter. My dad and I sat at one of the tables, sharing a cup of coffee. The confrontation was still fresh in our minds, and we found solace in each other’s company.
“Dad, why did you never tell her about me?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
He sighed, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. “I wanted to, but it never seemed like the right time. I didn’t think she’d react like that.”
A sad father talking to his daughter | Source: Pexels
“Well, now you know,” I said, a hint of bitterness creeping into my voice. “It’s not the first time someone has mocked my stutter, but it hurt more coming from someone you cared about.”
He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’m so proud of you, my angel. You’ve grown into such a strong and resilient young woman.”
His words warmed my heart, and I smiled at him. “Thanks, Dad. It means a lot to hear you say that.”
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“I noticed how heartbroken you were to have to end your relationship. I am sorry, Dad,” I said, reaching out to hug him tightly.
“Thanks, pumpkin,” he smiled. “I did love her. We were together for almost a year, and I thought she was the one until today.”
I was sad for my father but secretly relieved that Donna didn’t become my stepmother. Something told me that my stutter would have been the least of my worries when it came to that rude woman. But luckily, fate played a good hand for me.
A sad father with his daughter | Source: Pexels
As the evening progressed, we talked about everything and nothing. The restaurant staff, who had seen the earlier drama, gave me nods of approval and supportive smiles. I felt a newfound sense of belonging and acceptance.
A few days later, life at the restaurant returned to normal. The regulars came and went, the kitchen buzzed with activity, and the waitstaff moved swiftly to keep up with the dinner rush. I felt a renewed sense of purpose and confidence in my work.
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Later that night, as I was cleaning up, my dad approached me with a thoughtful expression. “I’ve been thinking about what happened with Donna,” he said.
I looked up from wiping down a table. “Yeah?”
“I realized that I’ve been too focused on finding someone new, and I haven’t been paying enough attention to you,” he admitted.
“Dad, it’s okay. I want you to be happy,” I replied, meaning every word.
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He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay. I need to be there for YOU more. You’ve always been there for me, and I want to do the same for you.”
I felt a lump in my throat, touched by his sincerity. “Thanks, Dad. That means a lot.”
We hugged again, and I knew our bond had grown stronger through this experience. The restaurant became more than just a place of work; it was a place of growth, resilience, and family.
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The incident with Donna reminded me that people’s true colors always come out eventually. My dad’s ex-girlfriend learned that lesson the hard way. That mocking others, especially family, has consequences. And for me, it was a sweet victory, knowing I stood up for myself!
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