
02/18/2025
I CAUGHT MY FIANCÉ KNEELING BEFORE MY MOM WHEN I GOT HOME FROM WORK — I STAYED HIDDEN TO LEARN WHY
One week before our wedding, I was drowning in stress. Between work, last-minute details, and planning, I barely had time to think. Patrick and I were staying at my parents' house to save money before the big day.
That afternoon, I left work early, feeling nauseous and off. I pulled into the driveway, entered quietly through the side door, and immediately froze.
Sobbing. From the living room.
I crept closer, heart pounding. Peeking around the corner, my stomach dropped.
Patrick—on his knees. Begging.
My mom stood over him, her face unreadable. Then, in a cold, steady voice, she said, "Okay, I won;t. But only under ONE condition."
Patrick's voice choked with tears. "Please, Diane. Don't do this to me."
That was it. My heart sank, my brain screamed. What was this secret? What was he begging for?
I couldn't hold back anymore. "Do what?" I burst in, needing answers. ⬇️