The man is actually a …

World

My son brought his girlfriend home for the first time to meet me.

My husband was on a business trip that day, OR SO I THUGHT! It was just the three of us having dinner.

Everything was going great… until she glanced over at a framed photo on the shelf.

A photo of my husband. Her face completely changed.

I could tell something was very wrong, but before I could even ask, she took a deep breath.

What she said next left me speechless!
“I’m so sorry… but I need to tell you something. The man is actually a con artist.

I blinked. “I—I’m sorry, what?”

She looked down at her trembling hands. “I didn’t know how to say this. I didn’t even know until a few weeks ago myself. My mom found out. He’s not just my dad. He’s a different man in every state. Different names. Different families.”

The room started to spin.

“He goes by Greg Mitchell with your family,” she continued. “But in Ohio? He’s Tom Harris. And in Florida, he’s Daniel Frost. Same face. Same voice. Same fake charm.”

My stomach twisted. I reached for the table to steady myself. “No. That can’t be. We’ve been married 22 years. We have a son together. We’ve built a life.”

She swallowed hard. “And I think… he’s built several.

I staggered to the shelf and grabbed the photo. The one where he’s smiling at my birthday party last year. But now it looked… staged. Like a role he was playing.

“I didn’t come here to hurt you,” she said softly. “I came here because I recognized that photo. He never let us keep many pictures, but I know that face. He raised me.”

I turned toward the hallway where my son stood, pale, clutching the edge of the wall.

“Mom…” he said, his voice small. “What’s going on?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But we’re about to find out.”

That night, I called every number I could find. Investigators. Lawyers. I even tracked down a woman from a forum who had posted about a man named Tom Harris disappearing after draining her bank account.

Every path led to him.

But what he didn’t plan on—was that his worlds were finally overlapping.

He created lives.
Built lies.
Wove webs across cities.

But now?

He’s caught in his own.

And I’ll be the one holding the scissors.

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