I trusted you! And all this time, you’ve been lying to me?”
Sarah stepped in, her expression grim. “We’ve seen cases like this before.
They pose as a family, target someone wealthy, and rob them blind.”
“They’re good at it,” one of the officers added. “Too good. We’ll need to look through the evidence, but there’s already enough here to charge them.”
As the police led Aiden and Emily to the door, Aiden turned back to me, his mask of charm completely gone.
“You’re going to regret this,” he said, his voice cold.
I stared him down, refusing to flinch.
“No, Aiden. You are.”
Emily, now tearful, looked back at me. “We didn’t mean to hurt you,” she mumbled.
I didn’t respond.
I wasn’t going to waste another ounce of emotion on them.
That night, after the house was quiet again, I sat alone in the living room. The weight of what had happened settled over me like a heavy blanket.
They’d deceived me so thoroughly, playing on my need for love and connection.
For days, I replayed the little moments I’d overlooked. Emily’s vague answers.
Aiden’s reluctance to share details about his past. The way they always seemed to know exactly what to say.
Sarah came by later that week. “You’re not the first person they’ve targeted,” she said.
“And you wouldn’t have been the last. But you stopped them. That’s what matters.”
She was right, but it didn’t make the betrayal hurt any less.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that trust is a dangerous gift.
I gave mine too easily, and it nearly cost me everything.
Still, I refuse to let them define my future. They may have stolen my time and my trust, but they couldn’t steal my strength.
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