When Scott, my son, brought a girl home for the first time, I recognized her immediately. What was supposed to be a joyful meeting turned into a nightmare when I realized who she really was. Now I must destroy their relationship to keep the secret I’ve been hiding all these years.
My son Scott never told me about his girlfriends. I began to wonder if he had any and if he even liked girls, given that we live in a modern world where anything is possible.
I often asked myself, “Is Scott hiding something? Is he too focused on his studies or work to think about dating?” But one day, Scott started talking about a girl he was communicating with.
My husband Michael and I were shocked because it was the first time we had heard anything like this from Scott.
Scott looked happier than ever, telling us how much he liked this girl and how they always had something to talk about. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared stories about their conversations.
I couldn’t help but smile at his newfound joy. But when he mentioned that he met this girl online, Michael and I grew concerned. The internet is full of unknown dangers, and we worried about his safety.
“Scott, do you really know this girl?” Michael asked, his brow furrowed with worry.
“Has she ever asked you for money or anything suspicious?” I added, fearing the worst. Scammers often pose as attractive girls to extort money from men.
Scott just got irritated and shouted, “She’s real! And she’s not a scammer. I will introduce you to her soon.” His frustration was clear, but our concerns remained.
We weren’t very convinced but hoped for the best. We wanted to trust our son’s judgment, but as parents, we couldn’t help but worry.
Finally, the day came. Scott happily announced that Kira, his girlfriend, would join us for dinner. Michael and I were very happy that our boy had found his soulmate.
I prepared a nice dinner, nothing fancy, but enough for four people, and we waited for Scott and Kira. I made sure everything was perfect, wanting to make a good impression on Kira.
I heard the doorbell and joyfully went to open the door. When I opened it, I saw a happy Scott and a very pretty girl who seemed a bit shy.
“Hello, my dears,” I said, opening the door wide and smiling warmly. “You can call me Alison,” I said to Kira. “I’m so glad to finally meet you.”
“Thank you, Scott has told me a lot about his parents. I’m very happy to meet you too,” Kira replied with a shy smile.
“She’s so lovely,” I whispered to Scott, glancing at her.
“Yes, Mom. I know, I’m a lucky guy,” he said, beaming with pride as he put his arm around Kira.
I suddenly noticed they were still in their coats. “Oh, how rude of me! Please, take off your coats and hang them up,” I said, feeling a bit flustered.
“Scott, it’s like it’s your first time in this house. Help Kira with her coat,” I added in a slightly commanding tone, but I was still his mother, even though my son was already twenty-three years old.
Scott began to take off Kira’s coat, and I noticed a birthmark on her neck, partially hidden by her collar. It looked familiar, and I realized where I had seen it before.
My mind raced. No, it can’t be! Not this… My son was finally happy, and now I had to ruin this relationship. I couldn’t let them be together.
I couldn’t understand how this was even possible. So many years had passed. How could this girl be here now? My whole body was shaking, my heart pounding out of my chest.
I felt like I was going to faint. I knew I had to keep calm and not let anyone know the truth. I had to destroy this relationship before it was too late.
“Kira, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Scott, why don’t you go see your father? He’s in the living room.”
Kira smiled and nodded. “Of course, I’d be happy to help,” she said. Scott gave me a puzzled look but did as I asked. As Kira followed me into the kitchen, I felt a wave of guilt.
She seemed so sweet, and Scott was so happy. But I had no choice. I had to protect them from the truth, even if it meant breaking their hearts.
While Kira and I were in the kitchen, I tried to find anything I could criticize her for, but she was wonderful. She offered to help, and when I handed her the salad bowl, she smiled and said, “I love cooking. It’s relaxing after a day with my students.”
She talked about her job as a teacher, sharing funny stories about her students. “One of them asked if I lived at the school because they couldn’t imagine me having a life outside of it!” she laughed.
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