My engagement party was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
My fiancé, Ethan, announced he had a $100,000 down payment for our dream house, all real cash.
Then, his mother dramatically collapsed, feigning a heart attack, and Ethan immediately demanded my $50,000 paramedic bonus for her emergency surgery.
But I knew this wasn't real. I'd lived this day before.
Last time, I believed him, handed over my money, and watched as his elaborate scam unfolded.
They framed my father with fake texts demanding more money, stressing him into a fatal heart attack.