At my daughter’s engagement dinner, her fiancé secretly dragged his “female buddy” into the bathroom.
The woman bent over, head down, hands moving quickly:
“It’s only been locked for three hours and you’re already about to burst, you dog!”
Daniel Miller’s face flushed red. “Stop nagging. If you don’t open it, I’m going to explode.”
Suddenly, he spotted me standing at the door. His face turned pale. “Ma’am, please don’t misunderstand. It’s not what it looks like.”
I gave him the rudest gesture I could think of.
That day was my daughter Emily Parker’s engagement party.
While everyone was toasting at the tables, I suddenly saw Daniel looking nervous as he pulled his female buddy toward the door.
Emily happened to be away.
Trusting my instincts, I followed.
The two of them tugged at each other as they went into the bathroom.
In their haste, they hadn’t even shut the door properly.
Through the crack, I saw Rachel Lee unzip Daniel’s suit pants.
She bent down, and her already ample chest nearly spilled out of her low-cut neckline.
Daniel froze and instinctively stepped back.
“Don’t move! Where do you think you’re going?”
Rachel yanked his waistband toward her, her head practically pressed against Daniel’s crotch.
I held my breath.
No… it couldn’t be.
Closing my eyes, I kept repeating to myself:
Daniel had been dating my daughter for more than three years. There had to be some misunderstanding.
But in the next second, I opened my eyes wide.
Daniel quickly stripped off his underwear, breathing hard, his face flushed. “Where’s the key? Hurry up and unlock it.”
Rachel glanced down, her lips curling into a whistle. “Only three hours and you’re already desperate? What a mutt.”
Then she smacked him on the butt.
Daniel clenched his teeth. “Stop fooling around. If I keep holding it in, I’ll explode.”
Just then, the bathroom door creaked open.
That was when I realized Emily was already standing beside me.
She covered her mouth with both hands, eyes filled with tears, face frozen in shock.
Daniel turned at the noise and froze completely.
“It’s not what it looks like, honey, let me expla—”
Emily didn’t wait for him to finish. She ran away in despair.
Rachel, lips still wet, teased Daniel: “Oh, looks like it’s about to open. Guess you’ll be consummating the marriage tonight after all.”
I didn’t leave.
I simply stood there with my hands on my hips, watching.
After all, if I wasn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment was theirs.
Sure enough, within seconds, Daniel’s face shifted from green to white to red.
Finally, with a loud click, he yanked his pants back up in panic.
“Ma’am, you stayed. That means you believe me, right? Emily and you both misunderstood—”
“I stayed because I have something to say,” I cut him off, staring him down for a full thirty seconds. “The marriage between you and Emily is off.”
Daniel’s face went pale.
“Mom—”
“Get out!” I roared, flashing another rude gesture. “With your pathetic little self, you think you can make my Emily happy?!”
Daniel stomped his foot and rushed after Emily.
Rachel twirled the key around her finger as she strolled out of the bathroom.
“Ma’am, why are you so worked up?”
“Daniel and I are like siblings. We grew up together. When we were kids, we used to play house—he’d be the husband, I’d be the wife. That lock? Just an inside joke. You’re too old-fashioned to understand. Even Emily is acting outdated.”
