
He never even knew my name until one day, he did. Suddenly, the most charismatic man in the office was everywhere, flashing his perfect smile and asking me out. But why now? Something didn’t add up. And when I finally discovered the reason, it shattered me.
When no one notices you, at first, it hurts. You try to change the situation. Then, you accept it. And eventually, you even find an advantage in it.

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That day, I sat at my desk, watching as my male colleagues swarmed around our new coworker, Claire.
She was obviously attractive, so their reaction wasn’t surprising. But when Mark approached her, the others quickly backed off.
I let out a quiet chuckle as I watched. Mark was the most handsome and charismatic man in the office—I was convinced even other men wouldn’t mind if he took them to bed.

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He flirted with Claire, and she giggled at his jokes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.
At that moment, Anthony, my boss, approached me. “Sara, do you remember our new project?” he asked, glancing at the laptop screen in front of me.
“Yes, of course. I’m leading it,” I replied, adjusting my glasses.

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“I’m counting on you,” Anthony said with a nod, his tone full of expectation.
I worked at an IT company, and we were launching a new dating app. Anthony had chosen me to lead the project because, no matter how unnoticeable I was, my work results were the best.
He had also offered me an opportunity to work abroad at one of our other branches, but I declined, even though the salary would have been much higher.

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During lunch, I noticed an irritated Mark walking up to Anthony. Curious about what had upset our golden boy this time, I decided to eavesdrop.
“Who did you assign the dating app to?” Mark asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
“Sara. Is there a problem?” Anthony replied, sounding amused.
“Sara? We don’t have anyone by that name,” Mark scoffed, and I felt my jaw tighten.

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“She’s sitting right over there,” Anthony said, pointing at me. I continued pretending not to hear them, keeping my eyes fixed on my screen.
“I thought I’d be handling the dating app. This isn’t fair,” Mark protested, folding his arms across his chest.
“To my office. Now,” Anthony ordered.
I finished my lunch just in time to see Mark walking out of Anthony’s office, looking pleased with himself.

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I had no idea what they had discussed, but no one had told me I was off the project, so I remained calm, though a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in my mind.
The next day, Mark approached me with his signature smile, hovering over my desk like a shadow. I gave him a questioning look.
“Sonia…” he began, leaning in slightly.

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“Sara,” I corrected him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“Right. Sara.” He chuckled, as if amused by his own mistake. “Want to grab lunch together?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual charm.
“I already ate,” I replied flatly, typing away at my keyboard.
“Then how about a drink after work?” he suggested, tilting his head.

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I turned to face him. “You didn’t even know my name a minute ago. I bet you didn’t even know I worked here,” I said, recalling his conversation with Anthony. “What’s this really about?”
“I just thought it’d be nice to hang out with a lovely colleague,” Mark said smoothly, flashing that infamous smirk that made other women melt.
I scoffed.

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“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” he insisted, his persistence almost amusing.
“I have a lot of work,” I said, turning back to my computer.
Mark lingered for a moment before sighing and walking away, but I could feel his eyes on me for a few seconds longer than necessary.
As usual, I stayed late at the office. But when I finally looked up from my screen, I was surprised to see Mark still there. Normally, by the time I finished, the office was empty.

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I stood up, gathered my things, and headed to the elevator. Mark did the same. He followed me, and the whole thing felt strange.
We stepped into the elevator, and it started moving. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
“What’s going on? Are we stuck?” I asked, pressing a few buttons.
“Looks like it,” Mark replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

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I pressed the emergency button and explained the situation. The response came: we’d have to wait about two hours.
Mark sighed and sat on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. After a moment, I did the same.
“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, tilting his head toward me.
“What?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

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“What’s funny?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Come on, I’ve worked here for years, and most people don’t even know I exist. Why the sudden interest?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I’m just curious,” he said, shrugging.
“Then why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I countered, narrowing my eyes.

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“Oh, please. You probably know everything about me already,” Mark smirked. “Everyone does.”
That made me laugh again. “That confidence.”
“What? Is that a bad thing?” he asked, grinning.

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“No, not if it’s real. But being invisible has given me an advantage—I notice things. And you, Mark, are nothing but an act. A performer trying to mask his insecurities with fake confidence. So what’s behind all of it? Daddy issues? Mommy didn’t pay attention to you?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.
“Oh, screw you,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
We sat in silence for a while until Mark finally spoke again.

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“My dad left us when I was three. My mom raised me alone. Then, when I was a teenager, he suddenly came back and tried to mold me into his perfect son. I guess I’m still trying to prove something to him,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.
“I get it,” I said, my voice softer now.
Mark looked at me curiously.

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“My mom left us. My dad raised me alone. But she never came back. The last time I saw her, I was thirteen. She told me she was ashamed I was her daughter because, at my age, she had been way more popular,” I said, my throat tightening slightly at the memory.
“She’s an idiot,” Mark said, shaking his head. “I asked Anthony about you. You have the best results in the company. I thought I did. And you’re beautiful, even if your lack of confidence hides it.”

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“Guess everyone copes with trauma differently,” I said, managing a small smile.
“Guess so,” Mark replied.
Just then, the elevator started moving again. When we stepped out, Mark grabbed my wrist.
“How about that drink now?” he asked, his voice gentler than before.

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“If you’re going to be the guy from the elevator, then fine. But if you’re putting the mask back on, I’ll pass,” I said, tilting my head slightly.
“I’ll try to be myself,” Mark promised.
And so, we went to a bar. Then the next day. And the next. Before I knew it, we were spending time together every day—even on weekends.

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I saw a different side of Mark. The real him. The one who was afraid of spiders and teared up when a dog died in a movie.
One evening, I couldn’t resist anymore—I kissed him. And the moment I did, I knew it was right. With him, I felt like myself.
One day at the office, I stood outside Anthony’s office and heard voices inside. I hadn’t planned to listen, but I couldn’t help it.

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“I told you—I know how to win someone over,” Mark said.
“I didn’t think Sara would fall for it. But you win—the dating app project is yours,” Anthony replied.
“Thanks, but—” Mark started, but I wasn’t listening anymore.
I turned and rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My breath came in quick, uneven bursts. My hands shook. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them.

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He had lied. He had tricked me to take my job. Every moment we had spent together had been a performance. And I was the fool who believed it. Worse—I had started falling for him.
I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t fall apart now. Not over him.
I wiped my face, fixed my makeup, and straightened my blazer. Then, I walked straight to Anthony’s office.

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“Oh, Sara, I was just about to talk to you,” he said, looking up from his desk.
“I’d like to accept your offer to work abroad. If it’s still available,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
“It is. What changed your mind?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You were right—there are more opportunities for me there,” I said.

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He studied me for a moment. “When can you leave?”
“Tomorrow,” I replied.
“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. You can take the rest of the day off to pack.”

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I thanked him and walked out. My hands clenched around my bag. I saw Mark heading toward me.
I didn’t slow down. I grabbed my things and stepped into the elevator before he could reach me.
By morning, I was in a taxi headed to the airport. Music played in my headphones, drowning everything else out.

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I watched the city blur past. Then, in my window, I saw Mark’s car pull up alongside mine.
He motioned for me to roll down the window. I ignored him. He honked. Annoyed, I lowered it.
“What? Are you here to tell me more lies?” I shouted.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.

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“I know about your deal with Anthony. If I fell for you, you’d get the dating app project,” I said.
“No—I mean, yes, that was the deal. But not anymore. Everything changed when I started spending time with you,” Mark said.
“More lies! I can’t believe I fell for you, that I even started to have feelings for you!” I yelled.

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“Really?” Mark asked.
I just rolled up the window and turned away.
A second later, he swerved his car in front of mine, blocking the road. My taxi and other cars behind us came to a halt, their horns blaring in frustration.

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It was chaos. Mark hurried over, pulled open my door, and looked at me desperately.
“Listen to me,” he said. “I turned down the dating app project.”
“Don’t lie,” I said, stepping out of the taxi.
“I’m not lying. It’s the truth,” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”

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“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because you’re the only person I can be real with. The only one I don’t have to pretend around,” Mark said. “That’s why I won’t let you get on that damn plane.”
“No one asked for your opinion,” I said.
“I’m falling for you too, Sara. Please,” he begged.

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My mind screamed at me to get back in the taxi, go to the airport, and forget Mark.
But my heart had already decided. My feet moved before I could stop them, bringing me closer to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
“I see you, Sara. And I will never let you feel invisible again,” Mark whispered before kissing me again.

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My Son Brought His Fiancée Home – The Moment I Saw Her Face and Learned Her Name, I Immediately Called the Police

When my son brought his fiancée home, I was thrilled to meet the woman who’d stolen his heart. But the moment I saw her face, my excitement was gone. I already knew her and soon had her locked in my basement.
The urge to protect your child never goes away. I’m a mother in her 50s, living in a quiet suburban neighborhood with my husband, Nathan. We’ve been married for over 25 years, and we have one son, Xavier, who’s the light of our lives.

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He’s 22 now and almost out of college. Although he moved away years ago, we’re still a close-knit family. At least, I thought so until a few weeks ago when Xavier shocked us with one phone call.
It was a normal Tuesday evening. Nathan and I were in the living room, half-watching TV and half-dozing off, when the phone rang.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve got some big news!” Xavier boomed through the line. “I’ve met someone. Her name’s Danielle and she’s amazing. We’ve been dating for three months, and—” He paused dramatically. “I proposed, and she said yes!”

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I couldn’t speak for a second. There was a lot to process. Woman. Three months. Proposed? “Wait, you’re engaged?” I asked, glancing at my husband, whose jaw was practically on the floor.
“Yup! I wanted to tell you sooner, but Danielle’s pretty shy. She wasn’t ready to meet you guys until now, but I convinced her. Can we come over this weekend for dinner?”
“Of course!” I said, though my mind was already racing with worries and only a little bit of excitement.

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Xavier hadn’t mentioned a single girlfriend during his four years at college. No stories about dates, no pictures, nothing. Now he was engaged after dating for only a couple of months! That was insane.
After we hung up, I spoke to my husband. “What do we know about her?” I asked Nathan as we tidied up the house in preparation for the weekend. “Where’s she from? What does she do?”
“Sweets, you heard the same things I heard,” Nathan smiled at me. “Maybe he’s just smitten. You know how young love is.”

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That didn’t ease my nerves. I tried calling Xavier the next day to ask more questions, but his answers were vague. “She’s from around here,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “She’s incredible, Mom. Just wait until you meet her. You’ll find out all you need to know!”
With those words, I decided to let go of my worries for now and focus on the future. I had to prepare for this momentous event. Nathan also reminded me of the possible benefits of our son getting married: grandchildren!

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So when the big day arrived, I went all out. I roasted a chicken, baked a cherry pie, and set the table with our nicest dishes.
Nathan splurged on some pricey steaks, too. “This is just in case she prefers beef to chicken. First impressions matter, right?”
“Of course, sweets!” I told him. “Wait, do you think I should make another dessert in case she doesn’t like cherry pie?”
We spent all morning like that. Nathan even mowed the lawn, although I had no idea how that would be helpful. But it got us even more excited.

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By the time the doorbell rang, we couldn’t contain our smiles. We must have looked like two people in a horror movie because Xavier stepped back once we opened the door.
“Welcome!” I said, almost screaming.
Xavier smiled tentatively and introduced us to Danielle, who was standing shyly beside him with her shoulders hunched and a small smile.

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She was petite, with dark hair and big eyes. Beautiful, really, and she looked good next to my son. But her face… it took only a second for me to recognize her.
Still, I smiled as I welcomed them inside, but I was panicking for a very valid reason.
Just a few months ago, my friend Margaret showed me a photo of a woman who had scammed her son. He had fallen for this woman, who’d convinced him to buy her an expensive engagement ring and give her thousands of dollars for “wedding expenses.”

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Then, she’d disappeared without a trace. Margaret was devastated and had shared the photo with everyone she knew, hoping someone might recognize the scammer. And now, here she was, standing in my living room.
Her hair was a different color, much darker, and she might be wearing blue contact lenses, but I recognized that face. And what happened next was a blur.
Somehow, we sat down. I served dinner, and everyone was talking animatedly. I even answered when I could. But I couldn’t stop staring at Danielle. I also checked my phone discreetly, trying to find the photo Margaret had sent. I must’ve erased it.

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I’d have to call her later. Suddenly, Nathan coughed. He’d noticed my distraction and asked me to help him in the kitchen.
“What’s going on, Evangeline?” he whispered once we were alone.
“That’s her,” I said urgently. “The scammer Margaret told us about. I’m sure of it.”
“What? The one who broke her son’s heart and stole everything?” Nathan frowned, hands on his hips. “Are you positive? It could just be someone who looks like her.”

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“I’m telling you, Nathan, it’s her,” I insisted. “Margaret shared that photo everywhere she could for months after she disappeared. I need to do something before she hurts Xavier too.”
Nathan sighed but didn’t argue. “Just… be careful. Let’s not accuse anyone without proof.”
When dinner ended, I’d come up with a plan and set it into motion. “Danielle, would you help me pick out a wine from the basement?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

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She hesitated but nodded. “Sure,” she said, standing up.
I led her downstairs, trying to be as casual as possible. Luckily, she was shy enough that conversation wasn’t that important. But the moment she stepped into the dimly lit basement, I turned and locked the door behind her.
My hands were shaking as I hurried back upstairs. “Nathan, call the police. Now!”
Xavier shot up from his seat, brows furrowed. “Mom, what are you doing?!” he demanded.

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“That woman is not who she says she is,” I said firmly. “She’s scammed people before. I’m protecting you.”
Xavier looked like I’d slapped him. “What? No! You’re wrong! Danielle’s not a scammer. She’s kind, she’s honest, and she’s my fiancée!”
I ignored him, called Margaret, and explained the situation. “Send me that photo of the scammer,” I begged my friend and hung up. Seconds later, my phone buzzed with the image. It was her. There was no doubt in my mind.

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I turned my phone to my son and husband. “See? I’m not crazy!”
Luckily, the police arrived shortly after and confirmed I wasn’t crazy. I was just wrong.
Xavier went down to let Danielle out of the basement. And for some reason, she wasn’t scared. She was frustrated but… amused.

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She turned to us with a sigh. “Everyone, this isn’t the first time someone’s mistaken me for that woman,” she said. “I know exactly who you’re talking about. She’s ruined my life, or come close to it. I’ve been taken down to the police station before, and I’ve seen her picture. She’s blonde with brown eyes; my black hair and blue eyes are natural. I’m not her.”
One of the officers looked at her closely, then nodded. “I remember this case. The real scammer did use the name Danielle and avoided police for a long time. I think she even managed to scam someone else before she got caught. She’s been in prison for a while now. I can confirm that this lady isn’t her.”

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My jaw dropped. I was relieved, yet so ashamed. Why didn’t Margaret know this? “Oh my God! I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
To my surprise, Danielle smiled fully and then chuckled. “Well, that was an interesting way to meet my future in-laws,” she joked. “At least I got to pick out a wine.” And she had a great taste too because the bottle she had grabbed was one of the most expensive.
Her words made me laugh, and the tension broke easily.
Xavier hugged her, clearly relieved and so in love. “I told you she wasn’t like that,” he said, shooting me a pointed look.

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That night ended with apologies and a fresh start. Over time, I got to know Danielle and saw how much she truly loved Xavier. She was warm, funny, and an incredibly talented pastry chef who even made her own wedding cake.
As for me, I learned a lesson about jumping to conclusions. While I’m still protective of Xavier, I’m learning to trust his choices. And now, we have a family story we’ll never forget — though I doubt Danielle will let me live it down anytime soon.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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