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I was beyond exhausted with my family\u2019s never-ending questions about my love life, so I devised a daring plan. To silence them once and for all, I decided to bring a fake fianc\u00e9 to our holiday dinner. The twist? I found him sitting on a park bench \u2014 a homeless man who seemed like the perfect candidate for my little scheme.\n Approaching him nervously, I laid out the deal: I\u2019d clean him up, give him food, and let him stay somewhere warm, in exchange for pretending to be my fianc\u00e9 for just one night.\n To my surprise, he agreed without hesitation. Once I got him cleaned up, I was stunned at the transformation. Beneath the scruffy beard and worn-out clothes, he was incredibly good-looking. But what caught me off guard even more was his personality \u2014 he was kind, humble, and unexpectedly charming. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized he wasn\u2019t just playing a part; he was genuinely a good man.\n Certain my little plan would deceive everyone, I brought him to meet my parents. The evening seemed to be going smoothly until my mom fixated on him at dinner, narrowing her eyes as if trying to place him.\n “Christopher,” she started, her voice sharp with curiosity, “what line of work were you in before you met Mia? It was business, wasn\u2019t it?”\n \u201cYes, business,\u201d he replied in a measured tone, but there was something uncharacteristically heavy in his voice. “Though… my life took a very different turn about five years ago.”\n My chest tightened.\n Wait\u2014this isn\u2019t part of the story we rehearsed.\n I shot him a subtle glance, silently pleading for him to stop, but he pressed on. “There was… an accident. A car crash. It completely changed the course of my life.”\n This definitely wasn\u2019t in the script.\n The color drained from my mother\u2019s face, and her grip on the tablecloth tightened until her knuckles turned white. Her expression darkened, her eyes narrowing like she had just connected a crucial piece of a puzzle.\n “A car accident?” she repeated, her voice low and icy. The room seemed to chill instantly. “Not everyone comes out of accidents unscathed, you know.”\n Christopher remained composed, sipping his wine without a word.\n \u201cHe\u2019s not someone you should be with,\u201d Mom said abruptly, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.\n Christopher placed his glass down with deliberate calm. “Excuse me,” he said quietly, rising from his seat. “I need a moment.”\n As the door clicked behind him, I turned to my mother, frustration bubbling over. “What is your problem? He hasn\u2019t done anything wrong!”\n Mom\u2019s voice lowered, her tone filled with a grave seriousness. “There\u2019s something you don\u2019t know, Mia,” she said, as if every word pained her. “Five years ago, I was in a car accident.”\n I froze. “What?”\n “It happened late one night, just outside the city,” she continued. “There were no witnesses. The man I collided with… was Christopher.”\n The room tilted. “What are you saying?”\n Her lips pressed into a thin line, bitterness flickering in her eyes. “Your Christopher,” she hissed, “was drunk that night. I insisted he get tested, but he refused. There was no one around to back me up, so I decided not to pursue it in court. But, Mia, you need to understand this: he\u2019s not safe. He\u2019s not the person you think he is.”\n Christopher? Drunk driving? My mind raced, colliding with disbelief.\n ***\n Christopher stood leaning against the fence, his face calm, though the sadness in his eyes betrayed him.\n He spoke with a measured tone. “My name is Christopher Hartman. Yes, I was involved in that accident. That night, I was on prescribed sedatives\u2014for my anxiety, after my wife passed away. I was being cautious while driving.”\n Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a plain, modest ring.\n “You\u2019re the first woman I\u2019ve met since losing her that I\u2019ve felt compelled to give this to. It belonged to my wife. Thank you for dinner, Mia. It was… more kindness than I deserved.”\n He extended the ring to me, gave a small, solemn nod, and then turned and walked away.\n “You didn\u2019t tell me everything, did you?” I confronted her later.\n She exhaled deeply. “No, I didn\u2019t. That night, I was driving too fast. I… I was terrified, Mia.”\n ***\n I couldn\u2019t shake Christopher from my thoughts. His story, the accident, the grief he carried\u2014it lingered in my mind, refusing to let go.\n Determined to see him again, I placed a short but meaningful ad in the local newspaper:\n “Christopher Hartman, if this reaches you, please meet me at the restaurant where we last dined. I\u2019ll be there every evening. \u2013 Mia.”\n ***\n The day after posting the ad, I arrived at the restaurant early, my nerves bubbling beneath the surface. As each minute passed, uncertainty began to creep in, gnawing at my confidence.\n Then, Christopher walked through the door. A faint smile played on his lips as he made his way toward me.\n “I saw your ad,” he said, sliding into the seat across from me.\n For a brief moment, our eyes met, and I took a deep breath before speaking. “There\u2019s something you need to know. I\u2019ve learned about your past\u2026 about the accident. My mother finally admitted her role in what happened. And… she confessed to taking your money.”\n Christopher\u2019s expression softened as he leaned back in his chair. “I never wanted to point fingers. After my wife passed\u2026 none of it seemed to matter anymore.”\n His words hung in the air, heavy with the pain he had carried. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence filled with unspoken emotions.\n “My mom wants to make amends,” I said, breaking the quiet. “She\u2019s returning what she took from you.”\n What followed was hours of conversation\u2014honest, vulnerable, and unfiltered. There was no fa\u00e7ade, no pretense, just the two of us connecting in a way that felt real and raw.\n By the end of the evening, I realized something profound: I had fallen in love with Christopher. And, as his eyes met mine one last time before we parted ways, I knew he felt the same.\n What are your thoughts on this story? 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