As I stood outside the door of my daughter’s soon-to-be husband, my mind raced with worry and frustration. How could she even consider marrying someone so much older? I had to make him see reason, for her sake.
Just as I raised my hand to knock, I heard the faint sound of a conversation coming from inside the house. Curiosity getting the better of me, I leaned in closer to listen.
“…yes, darling, everything is going according to plan,” a voice said from within. It was the voice of my daughter’s fiancé.
My heart sank as I listened to his words. What plan could he possibly be talking about? And why did it sound so sinister?
“…she has no idea what’s coming,” he continued, his voice dripping with malice. “Once we’re married, her inheritance will be all mine. And then, well, let’s just say she won’t be around to bother us anymore.”
My blood ran cold as I processed his words. He was planning to take advantage of my daughter, to manipulate her for his own gain. How could I have been so blind not to see the truth?
