I met a charming stranger on a flight—he flirted, made me laugh, and for the first time in years, I felt seen. But hours later, at my daughter’s engagement dinner, I saw him again… standing by her side.
I was exhausted. Once again, I was returning from a visit to my late husband’s mother, and each time, I told myself it would be the last.
But how could I leave an older woman all alone when her only son had long been gone?
That trip had drained me completely.
First, the taxi driver stopped far from the terminal and drove off without even helping me retrieve my suitcase. At the airport, another problem awaited me. The check-in clerk informed me that my suitcase exceeded the allowed weight by two pounds.
“You’ll have to pay extra.”
“But these are gifts for my daughter…”
“Seventy-five dollars or you’ll have to remove something.”
I paid. There was no strength left to argue. When I reached my gate, hoping to get some rest before the flight at least, I heard about a seat change.
“But I booked my seat in advance…”
“Sorry, ma’am. Your new seat is 36C.”
I exhaled in defeat as I glanced at the boarding pass. A seat by the restroom. The perfect ending to a terrible day.
I slowly sank into my seat, ran a hand over my tired face, and tried to brace myself for five unbearable hours in the air. But just as I closed my eyes, a man appeared beside me.
“I’m Leo. I’m happy to keep you company if you don’t mind,” he said, settling into his seat.
I just sighed, too drained to respond. But he didn’t give up. Within minutes, he disappeared and returned, handing me a bottle of water.
“You probably need this more than I do. You look like your day belongs in a movie. What genre?”
I gave a crooked smile, unscrewed the cap, and took a deep sip.
“Tragedy.”
“Then let’s add a little comedy,” he winked.
Leo was unexpectedly easy to talk to. Though not always the wittiest, his jokes managed to ease some of my tension. He noticed the little things and even brought me a blanket when he saw I was cold.
“You must be exhausted. Traveling alone, taking care of so much… It sounds like a lot.”
I let out a tired chuckle. “That’s an understatement.”
“Well,” he grinned, leaning back, “if no one’s said it today—you’re pretty amazing.”
I gave him a look, skeptical. “Flattery? Really?”
“Not flattery. Observation. And if I weren’t completely broke, I’d say you deserve a fancy dinner.”
“A fancy dinner?”
“Yeah. I mean, look at you. A woman like you? You deserve to be taken care of, too, not just the other way around.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but something about the way he said it, made me pause. For the first time in a long while, I felt… seen.
“You know, I don’t usually talk about my life with strangers, but…”
“But?”
I bit my lip. “My husband passed away. It’s been just me and my daughter ever since. And… his mother. I visit her, even though it’s draining. She has no one else.”
Leo just nodded, listening.
“And then there’s his business. He made me promise not to sell it, but I have no idea how to run it.” I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Every time I try, I feel like I’m drowning.”
“You’re not alone in that feeling.”
“Oh? You drowning too?”
“Something like that.” He hesitated, then added, “My mom… she’s really sick. And treatment isn’t cheap.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. I work for someone who… let’s just say, he’s not the best guy. But the pay is good enough to keep my mom alive.”
“What kind of work?”
Leo looked away for a second, his jaw tightening. “You don’t want to know.”
“Leo.”
He turned back to me, holding my gaze.
“I had to… demand money from an old woman who couldn’t pay her debt.”
“And you do that?”
“My mom means everything. What else can I do?”
For the first time, his confidence wavered. There was something broken underneath it all. I swallowed, reaching into my bag. My hand found my checkbook.
I didn’t think. I just wrote. When I tore the check from the book, I held it out to him. Leo’s eyes widened.
“What’s this?”
“Use it wisely.”
“Thank you, it means much to me… You know,” he murmured, tucking the check into his pocket, “that dinner offer still stands. But first, I need to fix my life.”
At that moment, I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
The following evening, I went to the restaurant to meet my daughter Sofia and her fiancé.
I still thought about Leo, wondering if he had taken the money and turned his life around. Or maybe he would soon reappear in my life, and we…
Would I really consider going on a date?
But when I saw Leo standing next to my daughter, my imagined rose-colored glasses shattered into pieces.
No way! Leo is her fiancé!
Yes, that con artist was standing right there next to Sofia. Dressed in an expensive suit, with perfectly styled hair and an air of complete confidence, as if his life had always been ideally in order.
“Mrs. Green, what an honor to meet you,” he said, extending his hand.
I nearly choked on my water. He was pretending not to know me. His eyes didn’t flicker. His smile was genuine. I quickly regained my composure. I decided to play along.
“Yes, very nice to meet you,” I said. He didn’t even flinch.
“Sofia told me you’re a businessman?”
“Yes, I have several projects,” he replied smoothly, sitting beside my daughter.
“Oh? What kind of projects?”
“Investments.”
“Interesting. Where exactly do you invest?”
He raised his glass as if trying to buy himself time. “A variety of sectors…”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. And where is your company registered?”
“In different places…”
“For example?”
His face twitched for a split second. “You’re very inquisitive, Mrs. Green.”
“It’s just my nature,” I smiled, maintaining eye contact.
Sofia sighed. “Mom, this sounds like an interrogation.”
“I’m just curious to learn more about my daughter’s future husband.”
Leo’s smile remained composed, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. And then, suddenly, he stood up.
“Excuse me, I need to step out for a moment. Important call.”
I knew he was just escaping. The moment he disappeared, Sofia turned to me with fire in her eyes.
“Why are you doing this?!”
“Because he’s a liar.”
“What?!”
“Yesterday, we were on the same flight. He was sitting in economy class, wearing a tracksuit. He told me his mother was dying, that he worked for a terrible boss and shook down older people for money. And, on top of that—he asked me out on a date.”
Sofia’s eyes widened in shock. “You… you’re making this up!”
“Sofia…”
“No! You just don’t want to let me go!”
And just then, Leo returned. Sofia immediately stood up.
“We’re leaving.”
As they said their goodbyes, I leaned in closer to him and whispered, “This isn’t over.”
I had to prove that Leo was a fraud.
The next day, I sat on my couch, staring at the check I had written for Leo on the plane. His name was the only clue I had to uncover the truth. I took a photo of the check and sent it to a friend who worked at a bank.
“I know this is illegal,” I said when she called me back, “but please, just tell me if he’s already cashed this check.”
A deep sigh came from the other end of the line. “He withdrew the money yesterday.”
“And… can you see which address the account is registered to?”
“Officially, I didn’t see anything,” she said cautiously, “but IF I had, the address would belong to a woman.”
I quickly wrote it down.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“Don’t thank me. And please, don’t get yourself into trouble.”
I hung up and immediately grabbed my coat. An hour later, I stood in front of a modest two-story house. For a moment, I hesitated before ringing the doorbell. A woman answered. She was slender and well-groomed, wearing a white cardigan and glasses. She looked at me with curiosity.
“Yes?”
“Sorry to bother you. Do you know a man named Leo?”
The woman removed her glasses, squinting slightly. “He’s my son.”
“Your son told me that you… were terminally ill. That he was collecting money for your surgery.”
The woman froze for a moment, then she laughed. “Oh, now that’s a new one! What else did he say?”
I could feel my blood rushing to my face. “He said he was desperate to save you.”
“This has been his life. He’s always looking for shortcuts. He never wanted to work. I gave him a chance, then another… and then I realized it was pointless.”
“So, what did you do?”
The woman lifted her chin. “I took him out of my will.”
“And instead of working, he decided to find himself a wealthy wife,” I murmured
The woman smirked.
“That sounds about right. But if you’re standing here, I assume his little plan is falling apart.”
“My daughter… she’s going to marry him. She doesn’t believe me.”
“Then it’s time we teach him a lesson. And I know exactly how.”
The engagement party was in full swing. Sofia didn’t want me there after our last fight. But that didn’t stop me. I walked in anyway.
And the moment I did, Leo spotted me. A slow, self-satisfied smile spread across his lips as he casually walked toward me.
“Mrs. Green. I know things between you and Sofia have been tense, but we’ll be family in the end. You might as well get used to it.”
He took a sip from his glass, watching me. I could feel rage bubbling beneath my skin. He thought he had won. He thought he had outplayed me.
And then, his mother stepped onto the stage. Leo froze. I watched the color drain from his face.
Sofia turned, confused. “Who’s that?”
“That, dear, is his mother.”
Sofia blinked. “… she’s…”
“Not dying?” I finished for her. “No, she’s quite healthy, actually.”
Leo choked out, “Mom?! What are you doing here?”
Bur she already took the microphone and smiled at the guests.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I won’t take much of your time, but I couldn’t miss my son’s engagement. You see, I wasn’t invited.”
There was a murmur across the room.
“But that’s not surprising,” she continued, “considering Leo told everyone I was dying just to extort money from a kind woman.”
Leo stepped forward quickly. “Mom, let’s not…”
She held up a hand, silencing him effortlessly.
“And even more interesting,” she added, looking straight at Sofia, “is that he has no real investments and no company. The only thing he’s been investing in is finding a rich woman to marry.”
“Tell me this isn’t true,” Sofia whispered.
Leo opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“You lied to me,” Sofia choked out.
“Looks like you’re out of luck, son,” Leo’s mother said.
But instead of bolting, Leo laughed.
“You’re right,” he admitted, looking directly at Sofia. “I lied. I lied about everything because I wanted you to believe in me.”
Leo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily.
“I grew up knowing I’d never be good enough,” he continued, glancing at his mother. “She was right to cut me off. I wasted years chasing easy money because I thought I’d still fail anyway if I worked hard.”
His mother narrowed her eyes but didn’t speak.
“And then I met you. And after that dinner with your mom… I realized I was about to lose the only real thing I ever had.”
Silence stretched between them.
“Your mother’s money—I didn’t blow it on some scam. I used it to enroll in a business course. I used it to open a small bakery downtown. It’s not much, but it’s mine. I wanted to build something real before I told you the truth.”
I frowned, studying him carefully.
Is this another trick? Another desperate attempt to salvage what was already lost?
Sofia’s fingers trembled around the ring on her hand.
“I swear to you,” Leo said, taking a cautious step toward her, “I’ll pay your mother back every cent. I’ll prove I can stand on my own. No more lies.”
Sofia slipped the engagement ring off her finger and placed it in his palm.
“If you really mean it, then prove it. Earn it. Until then… No engagement. No promises.”
“I will. I’ll make it right.”
Maybe, for the first time, Leo would finally become the man he pretended to be.