At 45, my mom found love again with Aaron, a 25-year-old pastry chef. I was thrilled until I met him and felt uneasy about their age gap. Convinced he was after her money, I confronted them at dinner, sparking a heated argument. Despite my efforts to stop their wedding, I found no proof against Aaron. On the wedding day, I discovered debt notices and property papers in
Aaron’s name, believing I had evidence. I interrupted the ceremony, accusing him, only to learn the debts were from a surprise—they were buying me a restaurant, my dream. Aaron even offered to work as my pastry chef. Guilt overwhelmed me for misjudging them. My mom, hurt, asked me to leave, but Aaron urged her to forgive me. I took my seat, realizing I nearly tore my family apart with my assumptions.