But things shifted unexpectedly at checkout.
His credit card was declined. He looked embarrassed, said something about a bank error. I didn’t want to make it worse, so I quietly paid the bill. As we were leaving, the receptionist took a moment to pull me aside. Her voice was calm but serious as she said, “Be careful.” I brushed it off, unsure what she meant—but the words lingered.
Looking back, there were other signs. He had never introduced me to his family, always saying things were complicated. I’d never seen his place. There was always a reason—renovations, guests, or it was simply more convenient to stay at mine. I had given him the benefit of the doubt. But now, something didn’t sit right.
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