Mom wanted to get married in secret.

— and I was shocked when I found out who the groom was

It was just an ordinary evening. I was at the office, exhausted after hours of staring at reports and spreadsheets. Outside, the sky was gradually darkening, turning a deep shade of blue. The only sounds were the buzzing of the lights and the repetitive tapping of the keyboard.

Just as I was getting ready to leave, the door opened softly. My boss, Michael, walked in. Nearly fifty, always impeccably dressed, serious gaze, professional posture.

Without saying much, he placed a thick folder on my desk.

— This needs to be ready by tomorrow morning — he said in a calm but firm tone.

I looked at the clock: almost 8 p.m.

— Michael, I’ve been here since early this morning — I tried to explain — I’m exhausted.

He didn’t blink.

— Work doesn’t wait.

He turned as if to say something else, but held back. He simply murmured:

— Never mind. Another time.

And walked out.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Just a little more,” I thought. “Soon, everything will change.”

Later, as I got into the car, my phone rang. It was Aunt Jenny — chatty and always cheerful.

— Alisa! You didn’t forget you’re driving me to the wedding, right?

— What wedding? — I asked, my heart racing.

— Why, your mother’s wedding, of course!

I froze. Mom… is getting married?

— You didn’t know? — she asked, surprised.

Without thinking twice, I turned the car toward my mother’s house.

She opened the door wearing her usual soft robe, smelling of tea and lilac. The same warmth as always… but something felt hidden.

— Mom, why didn’t you tell me you were getting married? — I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She lowered her eyes.

— I wanted to tell you… I just didn’t know how.

— Am I even invited?

She hesitated, then slowly shook her head.

— I thought it would be easier this way. You work so much, I didn’t want to burden you.

— I’m not a child, Mom. I’m your daughter.

She looked at me with eyes full of sadness, guilt, and love. I turned away to hide my tears. But deep down… I already knew: I would be at that wedding.

The day arrived. I picked up Aunt Jenny, wearing her extravagant hat and full of endless stories. But I barely listened — my mind was spinning.

At the church, my mom looked stunning in her soft-colored dress, a nervous but genuine smile on her face. Standing beside her… the groom.

Michael. My boss.

I froze.

He looked at me. The air seemed to stop. My mother stood still.

— This is none of your business — she whispered.

— Isn’t it? You knew how hard it was to work with him!

Michael turned pale.

— Maybe I should leave — he said softly.

— No.

But he was already walking toward the door.

I ran after him, the wind catching the edge of his jacket.

— Michael — I called.

He turned, surprised.

— You were right — he said. — I shouldn’t come between you and your mother.

— No, I was the one who was wrong.

He looked at me, confused.

— I saw potential in you, but I was too harsh. I’m sorry.

— I was angry with you.

— And rightfully so.

— But… I can’t decide who makes my mother happy.

— She was afraid of hurting you — he murmured. — She wanted to protect you.

We stood in silence. Then I said:

— She needs you. And you need her.

Michael nodded. And together, we walked back to the church.

The ceremony started a little late, but no one complained. I sat next to Aunt Jenny, who gently squeezed my hand.

When Michael reentered through the doors, my mom smiled in a way I hadn’t seen in years. Her eyes sparkled.

During her vows, she said his name with love and hope.

And when it was Michael’s turn, he looked straight at me:

— For Alisa. It was thanks to her that I became a better man.

Those words hit me deep. I held onto them like a precious gift.

Later, at the dinner, under warm lights and the cozy smell of homemade food, my mother came over and hugged me.

— You’re not angry?

— No. You deserve this — I whispered.

She kissed my forehead.

— And so do you.

That night, my mother got married.

But for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel alone.

I felt like I had found her again.

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• The real interest rate (not just the monthly one).
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