That night, I had planned a cozy evening with Megan. I carefully laid the table, lit the candles, and waited with a hopeful heart.
“Mom, this is Grayson,” Megan said a few hours later, clinging to the arm of a man who looked older than me.

He was tall, with a polished suit and a steady, confident smile.

“Erica, pleasure to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.

“Likewise, Grayson. Megan didn’t mention… a guest,” I replied, forcing a polite smile.

Megan laughed, but it sounded strained. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

Grayson’s eyes scanned the room as if assessing its worth.

I sat across from them, feeling an uncomfortable silence growing.

“So, Grayson,” I ventured, “what do you do?”

“Finance. Investments,” he answered smoothly, taking a sip from his glass without another glance.

“Finance, huh?” I murmured, glancing at Megan. “And Megan, how’s university?”

“Mom… maybe university isn’t the answer to everything.”

“What are you saying?” I asked, trying to keep calm. “We worked so hard to get you there, remember?”

“With Grayson, I feel free. He understands me in a way no one else does.”

My irritation bubbling up. “And how long has… this been going on?”

Grayson stood, adjusting his cufflinks with a slight, dismissive smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll step outside for a moment.”

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That evening, we sat quietly, barely tasting our dinners. Despite everything, Megan appeared to expect that I would soften toward Grayson. Suddenly, a harsh knock broke the silence.

Megan opened the door to reveal a young woman with a flushed face and red-rimmed eyes, as if she had been crying for hours.

“Rachel?” Grayson whispered. Her gaze was locked onto him.

“You!” Rachel spat. “You promised me. You told me I was the only one!”

Grayson’s face paled. “Rachel, please… not here. This isn’t the time…”

“Not the time?” she interrupted, her voice climbing higher with each word. “I had to track you down! I put a GPS on your car because I couldn’t get a straight answer from you!”

Her words turned into sobs. Megan’s face twisted in surprise. I felt a pang of relief. That was the truth she needed, even if it was painful.

“Is this true?” Megan’s voice was cold. “You lied to me?”
“Megan, listen. It’s… complicated. I didn’t mean…”

“Complicated? You thought you could just… keep lying, jumping between us? How many others are there, Grayson?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came. Megan stepped forward, her hands pushing him back toward the door.

The sickening sound of impact tore through the night as Grayson crumpled onto the pavement, motionless. My hands flew to my mouth, horror flooding through me as I stared.

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Grayson was in no position to go far, according to the hospital doctor, at least for the time being. Normally, I would have recommended that he stay at a hotel, but our town’s sole one was closed for repairs.

But Megan’s reply surprised me. She resolved to depart the next morning, without even looking back. She didn’t say goodbye or inquire how he was.

“You’re better at this, Mom,” she said flatly, slipping Grayson’s bank card into her bag. “I never loved him. I was just using him for the money, and he didn’t care. He loved showing me off like a trophy. It was all just business between us.”

Her words stung, even though I’d suspected their relationship wasn’t real. Hearing her admit it so bluntly cut deeper than I’d expected. And just like that, she was gone, leaving me alone with Grayson.

Time passed, and by the time Grayson had fully recovered, I was already hopelessly in love with him.
He was a man who had simply needed real companionship, someone who’d been missing from my life as much as I’d been missing from his.

We found Megan at a small café downtown due to her friend’s instructions.

“What are you two doing here?” Megan asked, her tone colder than I’d hoped.

Grayson smiled calmly. “Just wanted to talk. Maybe have a coffee together?”

Megan rolled her eyes, but she didn’t walk away. “Fine. Five minutes.”

We settled at a table. Megan listened, her gaze flicking between us.

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“Why are you even here, Grayson?” she finally burst out. “Is this some attempt to act like a father figure?”

“No, Megan. I’m here because I care about you. And because you deserve the chance to decide what you really want without pressure from me or your mom.”

“Well, I already know what I want. I have enough money on your card to get by until I find someone else. Someone younger this time.”

“Megan,” I said quietly, “we’re here to remind you of who you are—someone who’s always been brave, smart, and independent. I don’t want you to give up on your potential.”

“Fine, but don’t expect any miracles. I’m not ready to fall into line just because you two showed up out of nowhere.”

A few days later, I got a call from Megan.
“Mom… Maybe you were right. I don’t have access to Grayson’s card anymore, and I can’t find a stable place to live. None of these men take me seriously. I… I miss my old life, my friends, the campus.”

She paused, then added, “I’m so sorry. I think I want to go back to college. I promise to try this time, Mom.”

Hearing that, I felt the familiar Megan returning, ready to build her future. Grayson’s steady influence somehow helped me reach her in a way I hadn’t managed before.

As I hung up, Grayson looked at me with a proud smile. “I love you. We’ll cope with everything together.”