When my son introduced his fiancée to us, I was excited to finally meet the woman he had fallen for.
However, all my enthusiasm vanished the instant I saw her face.
I realized I already knew her and shortly afterward, she ended up locked in my basement.
The instinct to safeguard your child is unshakeable. I’m a mother in her 50s living in a serene suburban area with my husband, Nathan.
We’ve been married for more than 25 years and our son, Xavier, is the center of our world.
Now at 22 and nearing the end of his college journey, Xavier moved away some time ago, but we’ve always been close.
At least, that was what I believed until a few weeks ago when Xavier surprised us with a phone call that turned everything upside down.
It was an ordinary Tuesday evening. Nathan and I were lounging in the living room, partly watching television, partly dozing off when the phone rang.
“Mom, Dad, I have some huge news!” Xavier exclaimed excitedly.
“I’ve met someone special. Her name is Danielle, and she’s fantastic.
We’ve been dating for three months, and—” he paused for effect, “I proposed, and she said yes!”
For a moment, I was speechless, overwhelmed by everything to process.
A woman, a three-month relationship, and an engagement? “Wait, you’re engaged?” I stumbled out, glancing at my husband, whose expression was sheer disbelief.
“Yup! I wanted to tell you earlier, but Danielle is quite shy.
She wasn’t ready to meet you until now, but I managed to convince her.
Can we come over for dinner this weekend?”
“Absolutely!” I responded, though my mind was swirling with concern, overshadowing my enthusiasm.
Throughout his four years at college, Xavier hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend, not once. No tales of dates, no photos—nothing.
Now he was engaged after just a couple of months! It was unbelievable.
After the call, I turned to Nathan.
“What do we know about her?” I questioned as we prepared the house for the upcoming dinner.
“Where’s she from? What does she do?”
“Well, dear, you heard the same things I did,” Nathan said with a chuckle. “Perhaps he’s just lovesick.
You know how intense young love can be.”
His words did nothing to alleviate my worries.
I attempted to reach out to Xavier the next day for more information, but his responses were vague at best. “She’s from around here,” he replied, a smile evident in his tone.
“Mom, she’s amazing. Just wait until you meet her; you’ll find out everything you need to know!”
Determined to set aside my anxieties for the moment, I focused on the upcoming dinner.
Nathan reminded me of the possible joy of becoming grandparents one day!
When the day arrived, I went all out.
I roasted a chicken, baked a cherry pie, and set the table with our finest china.
Nathan even splurged on expensive steaks. “Just in case she prefers beef over chicken. First impressions count, right?”
“Absolutely!” I agreed, before suddenly wondering if I should prepare another dessert, just in case cherry pie wasn’t her thing.
We spent the entire morning buzzing with activity.
Nathan even mowed the lawn, though I wasn’t sure how that would be beneficial.
Still, the preparations fueled our excitement.
When the doorbell finally rang, our smiles were almost uncontrollable. We must have looked like characters from a thriller because Xavier hesitated when we opened the door.
“Welcome!” I almost shouted.
Xavier managed a tentative smile as he introduced us to Danielle, who stood modestly beside him, her shoulders slightly hunched, wearing a shy smile.
She was petite, with dark hair and large, captivating eyes.
Honestly, she was quite lovely, and she complemented my son well. But then I recognized her face—it took only a heartbeat.
Despite my internal panic, I greeted them with a smile as I ushered them inside for dinner.
A few months back, my friend Margaret had shown me a picture of a woman who had scammed her son.
This woman had lured him into buying an extravagant engagement ring and convinced him to hand over thousands for “wedding expenses,” only to vanish without a trace.
Margaret had been heartbroken, spreading the photo far and wide in hopes that someone might recognize the fraudster. And now, here she stood, in my living room.
Though her hair was dyed a darker shade and she might have been wearing blue contact lenses, I could see that familiar face. Everything after that was a blur.
We sat down for dinner, and the conversation flowed around the table.
I even pitched in when I could, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Danielle.
I discreetly checked my phone, hoping to find the photo Margaret had sent me. Of course, I had likely deleted it.
I promised myself I’d call her later.
Just then, Nathan caught my attention with a cough, having noticed my unease, and pulled me aside in the kitchen.
“What’s going on, Evangeline?” he whispered urgently when we were alone.
“That’s her,” I declared, my voice tight. “The scammer Margaret warned us about.
I’m positive.”
“What?
The woman who broke her son’s heart?” Nathan frowned, placing his hands on his hips. “Are you sure? It might just be someone who resembles her.”
“I’m telling you, Nathan, it’s her,” I insisted.
“Margaret shared that photo everywhere in the months after she disappeared.
I’ve got to do something before she hurts Xavier too.”
Nathan sighed but held his tongue. “Just… be cautious.
Let’s not make accusations without solid proof.”
After dinner, I formulated a plan. “Danielle, could you assist me in selecting a wine from the basement?” I asked, striving to sound calm.
She hesitated but eventually agreed.
“Sure,” she replied, getting up.
I guided her downstairs, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor.
Thankfully, her shyness meant the conversation didn’t require much effort. However, the moment she stepped into the dim basement, I swiftly turned and locked the door behind her.
My hands trembled as I hurried back upstairs. “Nathan, call the police.
Now!”
Xavier jumped to his feet, confusion written all over his face.
“Mom, what are you doing?!” he exclaimed.
“That woman is not who she claims to be,” I asserted. “She has scammed people before, and I’m protecting you.”
Xavier looked at me in disbelief.
“What? No!
You’re mistaken!
Danielle’s kind and honest, she’s my fiancée!”
Ignoring his protest, I called Margaret and explained everything. “Please send me that scammer’s photo,” I pleaded before hanging up. Moments later, my phone buzzed with the image.
There was no doubt in my mind—it was her.
I held my phone up for both Nathan and Xavier to see.
“See? I’m not crazy!”
Fortunately, the police arrived soon after and confirmed that I was just mistaken.
Xavier went downstairs to let Danielle out, and I was taken aback by her lack of fear.
Instead, she looked annoyed yet strangely amused.
Turning to us, she sighed. “Guys, this isn’t the first time someone’s confused me for that woman,” she explained.
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