My Son Brought His Fiancée Home – The Moment I Saw Her Face and Learned Her Name, I Immediately Called the Police
The hair was different—much darker than before—and perhaps she was wearing blue contact lenses. Still, I knew that face.
Everything after that seemed to happen in a blur.
At some point, we all sat down. I served dinner. Everyone chatted happily. I even contributed when necessary. But my attention kept drifting back to Danielle. I discreetly searched my phone for the photo Margaret had sent, only to realize I must have deleted it.
I’d have to call Margaret later.
Suddenly Nathan cleared his throat. He had noticed how distracted I was and asked me to help him in the kitchen.
“What’s going on, Evangeline?” he whispered once we were alone.
“That’s her,” I said urgently. “The scammer Margaret told us about. I’m sure of it.”
“What? The one who broke her son’s heart and stole everything?” Nathan frowned and placed his hands on his hips. “Are you positive? It could just be someone who looks like her.”
