I built a stable, independent life for myself and my daughter Megan, but one evening changed everything. I had planned a quiet dinner for the two of us—until she arrived with Grayson, a much older man.
He was charming, but something felt off. When Megan declared she might quit college and didn’t need my support because “Grayson has money,” I was stunned. The tension exploded when a woman showed up, accusing Grayson of betrayal. Megan kicked him out, and moments later, he was hit by a car.
Despite everything, I let him stay while he recovered. Surprisingly, we connected. He opened up about his grief and loneliness, and I found myself falling for him.
Eventually, we met Megan, and Grayson encouraged her to follow her own path, not his or mine. Days later, she called—apologetic and ready to return to school.
As we sat by the sea, Grayson held my hand and said, “I love you.” Life may be uncertain, but we were ready to face it—together.
