The evening was set to be perfect: soft candlelight, fine wine, and the hope of deepening our connection. But everything unraveled the moment my colleague arrived unannounced, her three kids in tow, turning the night into a chaotic mess — and revealing a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
This was supposed to be the magical third date with Susan. We had met on Tinder, her profile a seamless blend of sharp wit and natural charm. After two incredible outings and a romantic walk through the park, I was ready to move our relationship forward.
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I had chosen a charming little Italian restaurant, far from the usual crowds, with an ambiance perfect for candlelit conversations and shared laughter over wine and pasta.
Susan walked in wearing a navy dress that fit her perfectly, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. When she smiled, I couldn’t help but think, This might actually turn into something special.
The waiter had just placed a basket of warm, fresh bread on the table when the sound of the door opening caught my ear. At first, I paid no attention, but then a familiar voice broke through the soft hum of the restaurant.
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“Oh, hey, Rob! What a surprise to run into you here!”
I stopped in my tracks, my hand still hovering over the breadbasket. There, at the door, stood Linda from accounting, wearing a loud floral dress that definitely didn’t fit the mood. But that wasn’t what threw me off. What really caught me off guard was the trio of kids surrounding her, each one brimming with hyperactive energy.
“Linda?” I managed to say, completely stunned.
She walked right over with the kids trailing behind her, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You didn’t mention you’d be dining here tonight!” she exclaimed, completely oblivious to the disruption she was causing.
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Susan shot me a puzzled look, her eyes flicking between Linda and me. “A friend of yours?” she asked, her voice laced with caution.
“Colleague,” I replied quickly, forcing a smile as Linda took it upon herself to sit her kids down at our table.
“It’s so busy tonight,” Linda remarked, helping herself to a breadstick as if it were her own. “I thought we’d just join you. Hope that’s alright?”
Oh, I minded. I minded a lot.
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At the office, Linda commanded attention with her sharp mind and undeniable beauty, though she always kept people at a distance. I admired her from afar—for her resilience, her devotion to her kids, and the way she managed to navigate the chaos of life with such grace.
But that admiration had always stayed professional. A woman like Linda? She was way out of my league.
Yet tonight, as she slid into the booth next to me with her kids, that powerful presence I once admired now felt more overwhelming than inspiring. It was suffocating.
“Linda, what are you doing here?” I blurted, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes darting to Susan, whose confusion had quickly shifted to irritation.
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“Oh, don’t be silly,” Linda said, placing her hand on mine with a casual familiarity. I recoiled instinctively. “You promised to watch the kids tonight, and here you are… having dinner with her?” She nodded toward Susan as if she were some kind of intruder.
Susan’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” she asked, her voice cutting through the tension.
Linda didn’t flinch. “I mean, we’re a family,” she said, gesturing to her kids, who were now happily tearing through the breadbasket. “The kids were so excited to see you tonight!”
“Linda, I never promised—”
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She interrupted me. “Seriously, Rob? You’re going to act like this isn’t happening right in front of her?”
“What are you talking about?” Susan asked, now standing, her expression a blend of shock and rage.
Linda shrugged, a smug smirk appearing on her face. “I didn’t intend to mess up your date, Susan. But you should know exactly what kind of man you’re with. He’s been stringing me — and the kids — along for months.”
My heart dropped. “What? Linda, stop!” I whispered fiercely, scanning the room. A few nearby patrons were starting to take notice.
Susan grabbed her bag. “Clearly, you both have… unresolved issues,” she said, shooting me a look of pure disgust. She spun around and stormed out.
I rose to chase after her, but Linda’s toddler, a sweet little girl, clung tightly to my leg.
The entire restaurant fell silent.
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I spun toward Linda, my voice barely under control. “What are you doing? You just ruined my date!”
She didn’t even bat an eye. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her toddler now happily gnawing on a breadstick. “You should thank me,” she said, completely unbothered.
“Thank you?” I muttered, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “For what? Publicly humiliating me?”
Linda, unfazed, calmly pulled out her phone and began scrolling, her movements deliberate. “No. For saving you.”
“Saving me?” I stared at her, completely baffled. “What on earth are you talking about?”
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She flipped her phone around, holding up a photo. “Recognize this?”
I squinted at the screen. The image was grainy, but there was no mistaking the face. “That’s… Susan. Why are you showing me this?”
“This,” Linda said, zooming in, “is a mugshot.”
The words barely registered. “A mugshot?”
Linda nodded solemnly. “My brother’s a cop. Last night, I was at the station dropping off some paperwork for him. While I was there, I saw her face on the bulletin board. She’s wanted for fraud.”
“Fraud?” I repeated, my mind racing to catch up.
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“Yeah,” Linda went on, her voice calm. “She’s been manipulating men. She gets close, gains their trust, and then scams them out of thousands. I didn’t put it all together until I saw that picture you posted on Instagram before your date. That’s when I called my brother, and… well, here we are. She’s probably getting arrested right now.”
The world seemed to spin, or maybe it was just me. “This can’t be real.”
“I’m serious,” she said, her tone softening. “Look, Rob, I know this is a lot to take in. But I couldn’t just stand by and let her use you. You’re a good guy. You don’t deserve any of this.”
For a moment, I was speechless. The anger drained away, replaced by a wave of confusion, disbelief—and maybe even a touch of gratitude. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Why all of this drama?”
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Linda let out a heavy sigh, her gaze briefly shifting to her kids. “I tried calling you before your date, but you didn’t pick up. And when I saw you here, I panicked. I couldn’t let her slip away. I did what I thought was right.”
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as her words slowly sank in. “So… you’re saying Susan is—”
“Gone,” Linda interrupted, her voice resolute. “And you’re welcome.”
I stared at her, my mind a swirl of conflicting emotions. If she was telling the truth, she might’ve just saved me from a disaster. But the way she’d gone about it? I wasn’t sure I could ever forgive that.
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The truth hit me like a ton of bricks. Susan—charming, witty, beautiful—was a con artist. And Linda, with her kids and her bold, disruptive entrance, had just saved me from diving headfirst into a disaster.
The table fell into an uncomfortable silence, the air thick with unspoken words. For a moment, I couldn’t even look at Linda. My mind was a mess of conflicting emotions—relief, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite define.
Then, her eldest son kicked his legs under the table and broke the silence. “Are we getting pizza or what?”
I couldn’t help it—I burst into laughter, a genuine, unguarded laugh that seemed to cut through the tension like a knife.
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Linda grinned, reclining in her chair. “You know, Rob, you should probably thank me right now.”
I shook my head, a mix of amusement and frustration on my face. “You’re something else.”
She shrugged casually. “And yet, here you are. Still holding onto your life savings.”
As I watched her — tired, yet glowing, her kids clearly hanging on her every word — something inside me shifted. Linda wasn’t just the bold, frustrating woman who had crashed my night; she was something deeper. She had saved me this evening, but more importantly, she’d revealed to me what I’d been too blind to see.
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“Linda,” I began, my voice steadier than I expected, “can I buy you dinner? All of you.”
She blinked, clearly taken aback. “You want to buy us dinner? After everything that’s happened?”
“Yeah,” I said, glancing over at the kids. “I think you’ve earned it. And honestly? I could use the company.”
Her eldest grinned. “I vote pizza!”
Linda studied me for a moment, her expression softening. Then she smiled—a real, warm smile that made something shift in my chest. “Alright, Rob. But only if you’re buying dessert, too.”
“Deal,” I said, grinning.
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Two years later, Linda and I are still going strong. I’ve adopted her kids, and each day they teach me what it really means to love and be loved.
As for Linda? She still insists that I should thank her for that night.
And every single day, I do.
Happy couple enjoying breakfast in their home | Source: Midjourney
