My mom found a new man when she was forty-five, but I knew I had to end their relationship when I met him.

At 45, my mom found love with Aaron, a 25-year-old pastry chef, and I was uneasy about their engagement. Suspicious of his intentions, I planned to uncover the truth but found no fault in him. On their wedding day, I discovered debt notices and property documents in Aaron’s name, bursting into the ceremony to stop it—only to learn they were secretly buying me a restaurant, my dream. My mistrust nearly broke our family, but Aaron’s grace saved the day.