When Jonathan returned, confused and pleading, I confronted him. He insisted the woman lied and begged me to take him there. But when we arrived, the house was occupied by a stranger the woman had only rented it. My heart flipped again. Was he telling the truth?
He took me to a stunning estate where I met his real mother polished, cold, and manipulative. She admitted she orchestrated everything to push me away and reunite him with his ex. Jonathan stood up to her, chose me, and we left hand in hand. Love, it turned out, wasn’t a lie just tested by one.