My Newly Adult Daughter Almost Married an Old Man, I Was Shocked until I Found out the Truth – Story of the Day

My 18-year-old daughter fell in love with a 60-year-old man and was marrying him against my wishes. She claimed she was madly in love with this guy. I was shocked when I discovered a chilling truth about him.

The late afternoon sun bathed the living room as I sifted through mundane mail, the doorbell’s chime announcing Serena’s early arrival from her part-time job. She breezed in, her vibrant presence filling the space with energy and the scent of vanilla. I eagerly waited for this time of the month when she’d visit me.

“Hey, Dad! You won’t believe what happened with my roommate, Jessica…” Serena paused, sensing my unease. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “Everything’s great. Come on in, honey.”

“So,” I began, “you were saying…”

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“Yeah, Dad. Actually…I met someone, and he’s like all nice and caring. Edison. Really loves me. We want to get married. But he’s…”

“But?”

“He’s sixty.”

The word ‘sixty’ hit me hard. My daughter, eighteen, with a man sixty — almost thrice her age? Concern and disbelief clouded my judgment. “Sixty, Serena? That’s… can’t you see the issue here?”

“Age doesn’t define love, Dad. Edison understands me, believes in me.”

“But what about the future, Serena? He’s much older.”

“Love isn’t about numbers, Dad. It’s about feeling seen, loved, cared for, and Edison makes me feel that way,” Serena’s voice trembled with conviction. “Please, can you at least meet him once? Trust me, you’ll love him.”

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I was shocked beyond words. Was Serena not realizing what she was talking about? Yet, I couldn’t refuse her. After all, what harm could a meeting do? I agreed to meet this Edison guy.

The next night at Edison’s, I needed a breather and went to the balcony. That’s when a snatch of conversation caught my ear. “Annie, come on now,” Edison’s voice, smooth and practiced, appeared. “I’m your brother. You know me well. It’s just a bit of harmless fun. A chance to win a little something extra.”

“This is reckless, Edison,” a woman’s voice, probably Annie’s, chided Edison. “You’re toying with that girl’s affections for some ‘harmless fun.'”

A cold dread twisted inside me. “What are you talking about?” Edison barked.

“The bet, Edison,” Annie hissed. “You think marrying a naive girl is easy money to clear your debts?”

My heart sank. Edison was using my daughter just for a bet. I was furious.

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I rushed back in and found Serena. “Serena, we’ve been fooled! It’s all a game to him!” I blurted out.

“Dad, what are you talking about?” Serena looked so confused and then shocked as I told her about the bet.

“He’s lying to you, Serena! He’s just using you,” I said, my voice cracking.

But Serena got defensive. “You’re making this up! You never liked Edison! Edison cares for me…unlike you, Dad. You were never around. After Mom passed, it was like you chose your job over me. I felt alone, not like I had a dad. I didn’t need those nannies and expensive boarding schools, Dad. I needed you.”

Her words stung, but I knew we had to deal with Edison’s deception first.

Then, I saw him entering the dining room. Edison. I just couldn’t contain myself any longer. I lost it and punched him in the face, yelling, “Stay away from her daughter, you creep!”

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But Serena was furious with me. “Stop it, Dad! It’s my life, not yours!” she yelled, pushing me back. I knew no matter what I said at that moment, Serena would not take my side. She was blinded by the fake love Edison had shown her.

I eventually left, heartbroken but not beaten. I had to save my daughter. So, I called a buddy of mine who’s a private investigator. A few days later, he gave me a report about Edison’s dark past of failures and gambling addiction.

This was my shot to show Serena the truth about Edison and get her back.

The report mentioned Duke R., Edison’s old business partner, who got left in the dust because of Edison’s mess-ups.

The report said Duke hung out at a place called Le Beans Café, a little diner outside of town. I grabbed the phone number listed for Duke and called him up.

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At Le Beans Café, under its dim lights, I met Duke. Life had been tough on him, but he was ready to spill everything about Edison’s gambling issues. He wanted to help me keep my daughter safe from Edison.

After meeting Duke that night, I went to Edison’s favorite casino, pretending to be “Parker,” a rich guy from Texas. I looked the part and had my story ready. Sitting down at Edison’s table, I smiled.

“Welcome, Parker. Big game tonight. Feeling lucky?”

I played my cards right, literally, and ended up winning with a royal flush, beating Edison’s hand. He tried to keep calm, but I could tell he was rattled.

“Looks like beginner’s luck,” Edison snarled.

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“Or maybe some of us just know how to play,” I said, smiling slowly as I let him realize who I was. “Surprised to see me, Edison?”

He went white, finally getting what was happening. “Billy? What’s this about?”

“It’s about Serena. Leave her alone, and we’re square,” I said firmly, not giving him a choice. “Or,” I added, “you can settle the debt right now. In cash. And let’s just say, I have some… unconventional methods of collecting outstanding debts.”

“Fine, I’ll stay away from her,” he said reluctantly.

I left the casino feeling like I’d won but also worried. Edison gave in too easily, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end of it with Serena.

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The next morning, fury surged through me as Serena’s voicemail played yet again. Why aren’t you answering my calls, honey? Desperation led me to call her friend, Sarah, who cheerfully informed me of Serena’s engagement party to Edison, a piece of news that left me reeling.

“Engagement party? With Edison?” I was shocked.

“Yes! Didn’t Serena tell you? You should come, Mr. Thompson. It’s at The Grand Springs, starts at eight,” Sarah replied, oblivious to my shock.

Arriving at The Grand Springs, I was met with the sight of Serena, radiant with happiness, and Edison, oozing charm among the guests. My heart raced as I approached Edison, my anger peaking.

“We need to talk, now,” I said, pulling him to the side.

“Now? During the party?” Edison smirked, but I wasn’t having it and dragged him into a quiet bathroom to have it out.

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“You think you can just waltz in and take my daughter’s life?” I accused, pressing him against the wall.

“She loves me. And your dirty little secrets? They could destroy you,” Edison shot back, hinting he knew things about me that could hurt me.

“But you’re not going to get her. Not on my watch!” I said, even though his threat to tell Serena about my past mistakes left me rattled.

“Two minutes, Thompson. Then I call security,” Edison warned, leaving me in turmoil. “You think you can stop this, Daddykins? She loves me. She wants me. And if you try anything, if she sees even a tiny scratch on me, she’ll turn her back on you forever. Is that what you want, Thompson? To be abandoned by your sweet daughter?”

No matter how much I hated that old creep, I had to admit he was right. Serena was already against me. I couldn’t afford to lose her forever.

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Defeated and heartbroken, I ended up outside, the bright city lights seeming to laugh at my inability to save Serena from Edison’s lies. I sat down on a bench, overwhelmed and hiding my face in my hands.

While I was lost in my own sadness, a cough caught my attention. Looking up, I saw a woman standing there, tall and with gray hair, looking kind of gentle in the faint light. “You’re Mr. Thompson, right?” she asked quietly.

“Annie? Edison’s sister?” I was surprised to recognize her.

She gave a small smile. “Yes, we’ve seen each other before… At Edison’s, when you tried to save your daughter,” she reminded me.

I quickly told her all about the mess with Edison and how he was tricking Serena. “And you’re aware of it, too, right?”

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“That conniving weasel,” Annie finally spat. “He’s wasted everything — our inheritance, my savings from years of theatrical performances… all gone to feed his gambling addiction.”

“We could stop him,” I said, feeling she might want to help.

“What do you have in mind?” Annie asked.

I explained my plan to her and even offered her some money as a start. “Consider this a start,” I said.

“I’m listening,” she said, interested.

So, we went ahead with our plan at the wedding. Annie was there pretending to be just another guest. Right as Edison was putting the ring on Serena’s finger, a young woman stood up and yelled, “He’s a liar!”

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Then another woman stood up, telling her story about Edison’s lies. More people started speaking up, all exposing Edison’s evil deeds.

Edison tried to deny it. “No, they’re lying! I don’t even know them,” he said, but he was falling apart as everyone saw his true colors.

Our plan worked. The wedding turned into a place where all of Edison’s lies were laid bare for everyone to see.

In a moment filled with tension, an older woman approached Serena.

“Don’t fall for his tricks, dear. He’s nothing but trouble. Get away from him while you can! I’ve been a victim, too,” the woman said firmly. Watching through a video call, I saw Serena’s world fall apart as she threw her wedding ring away, her dream of happiness shattered.

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This was the climax of the plan I had made with Annie and her group of actors to show everyone who Edison really was. Serena ran out of the church, clearly hurt, but it was the only way to save her from a terrible mistake.

Then, things got even more serious when the police showed up to arrest Edison, making it clear he was finally going to face the consequences of his actions. Although it cost me a lot to get Annie’s help, seeing my daughter free from Edison was worth every penny.

When I met Serena at her place later, it was a very emotional moment. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you,” she cried.

I held her and showed her a plane ticket to Boston, to remind her of her dream of studying fashion design. “It’s time to start over, to chase your dream,” I told her.

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She looked at me, grateful and hopeful. “Thanks, Dad. I love you,” she said.

This whole ordeal reminded me how important it is to be there for our kids and to do whatever it takes to keep them safe.

If only I’d been there for Serena, she’d never have fallen for someone like Edison. I had learned a huge lesson and decided to make my daughter my priority.

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My Mom Shamed Me for Buying This Prom Dress and Ruined It – I Made Her Face the Consequences

My mom always found a way to ruin my happiest moments. This time was no different. However, I made sure that she never did it again with my revenge.

Five years ago, I was beyond excited for my senior prom. I had been looking forward to it for months, imagining the perfect night with my friends, dancing and celebrating the end of high school. I never imagined my own mother would ruin the experience for me.

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Two women having conflict at home | Source: Pexels

I went shopping for a dress for my senior prom with my best friend. It was a sunny morning and we were both giddy and could not contain our excitement while getting ready.

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Two women laughing together | Source: Pexels

We stepped into the store and looked around, seeing beautiful dresses in every corner. However, one pink gown caught our attention and I instantly liked it.

It was a gorgeous mermaid-style dress and I bought it right away. When I got home, I showed my mom the dress without actually putting it on. She didn’t have any noticeable reaction.

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A woman in a pink dress | Source: Pexels

The skirt needed hemming, so my mother said she would take me to her friend who does tailoring. I thought she was being supportive. Little did I know, that was the calm before the storm.

After giving my dress to her friend, she said she was ashamed to be seen with me in the dress and that I had shamed her in front of her friend. I was really upset.

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A depressed woman at home | Source: Pexels

I was flabbergasted by my mother’s comments and completely blindsided by her offer to help with the dress. It did not make sense that she offered to have it fixed while knowing she did not like it.

A few days later, I took the dress and simply burst into tears. She had REMADE it into a BAG, covering the upper and lower parts. In only an hour, mad as hell, I was realizing my revenge plan.

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A sad woman crying | Source: Pexels

On prom day, when I went out of the house for photos, my mom almost FAINTED as I took her favorite dress and remade it into the same dress I bought for the prom.

“Grace, what have you done?! That’s my favorite dress!” my mom gasped.

“Oh, you mean the one you ruined? I thought I’d return the favor,” I said calmly.

“How dare you! That dress was expensive and important to me!” she exclaimed, furious.

“Just like my prom dress was important to me. But you didn’t care about that, did you?” I replied firmly.

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Mother and daughter arguing in the bedroom | Source: Pexels

“I was just trying to protect you. That dress was inappropriate,” she tried to compose herself.

“No, you were trying to control me. You were ashamed of me for no reason. This is my prom, and I deserve to feel beautiful and confident. If you can’t support that, then you need to deal with the consequences,” I shook my head.

“I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” she said, looking defeated.

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Mother and daughter arguing | Source: Pexels

“It’s too late now, Mom. I hope you understand how it feels to have something you care about destroyed,” I softened slightly.

“I do, and I regret it. But you didn’t have to ruin my dress to make your point,” she sighed.

“Maybe not. But now you know what it feels like. Let’s just hope we can move past this,” I took a deep breath.

“I do want to move past this. I’m really sorry, and I want to make it up to you,” she said tearfully.

“We’ll see. For now, I have a prom to attend. I hope you understand why I did what I did,” I hugged her briefly.

“I do. Go have a wonderful time at your prom. You look beautiful,” she nodded.

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A woman in a red dress | Source: Pexels

With that, I left the house, feeling a mixture of vindication and sadness. I knew that our relationship would need time to heal, but I felt empowered for standing up for myself. As I arrived at prom, I felt confident and beautiful in my dress, ready to enjoy the night with my friends.

The evening was a success as I made great memories. We danced, laughed, and took countless photos. However, when it all ended and I had to go back home, it was back to reality. I knew that my relationship with my mom needed mending.

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Teenagers during senior prom night | Source: Pexels

From that day onwards, our relationship was strained. We spoke less often, and when we did, it was usually brief and tense. My mom seemed to avoid the topic of the prom entirely.

It was as if she was trying to pretend it never happened. I, on the other hand, couldn’t forget it. The hurt and betrayal lingered. Over time, we started to have more open conversations about our feelings. One evening, a few months after prom, I sat down with her.

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A mother comforting her daughter | Source: Pexels

“Mom, we need to talk about what happened,” I began, feeling a lump in my throat.

She looked at me, her eyes softening. “I know, Grace. I’ve been thinking about it too. I’m really sorry for what I did. It was wrong.”

“I appreciate that, but it’s not just about the dress. It’s about how you made me feel. Like my choices didn’t matter,” I said, holding back tears.

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A mother standing behind her daughter | Source: Pexels

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “I was wrong to try and control you. I thought I was protecting you, but I see now that I was just being selfish. I’m so sorry, Grace.”

“I need you to trust me and support me,” I replied, reaching out to hold her hand.

“I will. I promise. I just want us to move past this and be close again,” she said, squeezing my hand.

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Mother and daughter holding hands | Source: Pexels

It wasn’t an instant fix, but it was a start. We both made an effort to meet each other halfway to understand one another a bit more and that made all the difference, which made us happy.

Slowly, our relationship began to heal. We learned to communicate better and respect each other’s boundaries. It took time, patience, and a lot of honest conversations, but eventually, we rebuilt the trust that had been broken.

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A mother and her daughter embracing each other | Source: Pexels

Now, looking back, I realize that that incident was a turning point for both of us. It taught us the importance of respect and understanding in our relationship. We both learned valuable lessons and although it was a painful experience, it brought us closer in the end.

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A mother and daughter hugging | Source: Pexels

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