When my daughter Amelia introduced her new boyfriend, Jason, I was eager to meet him. But by the end of Thanksgiving dinner, I was not just disappointed—I was terrified.
I’m Evelyn, a 55-year-old surgeon, wife, and mother of four. My youngest, Amelia, is bright and kind but has had a rocky love life, often attracting people interested in her wealth and connections.
When Amelia started raving about Jason, a handsome surgeon who made her feel special, I was cautiously optimistic. My husband Peter and I hosted Thanksgiving to meet him, and everything seemed perfect—until I laid eyes on Jason. I recognized him immediately. He was the same man I’d had an affair with ten years ago, during a brief separation from Peter. Back then, Jason had been a hospital intern who tried to falsify patient consent to secure a surgery spot. I caught him, fired him, and covered up the incident to protect his career.
Now, Jason was back, blackmailing me for a job, threatening to expose our past if I didn’t comply. He had been dating my daughter with a hidden agenda. After days of anxiety, I told Amelia the truth about Jason. She was devastated but determined to end things.
When Amelia texted that she was meeting Jason to break up with him, I joined her at the café, hidden in a hat and coat. Jason tried to deny everything, but Amelia confronted him, exposing his lies. He became hostile, threatening to ruin our family’s reputation, but I revealed that I’d already confessed the affair to the hospital and informed Peter. I also recorded his threats. With no more leverage, Jason left in defeat.
That night, we celebrated our victory at home, knowing we had protected our family. We filed a police report as a precaution, but so far, we’ve heard nothing from Jason. Amelia remains hopeful about love, and we’re just relieved to have put this chapter behind us.
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