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Mom Faked My Wedding With AI Chapter 9
"Send me an account number. I'll move the money tomorrow.""Okay.""I'm going to let you go.""Adam.""Yeah?""I'm sorry."I pulled on the cigarette and let the smoke go. Outside, the sun was coming through the blinds and laying itself across the counter in strips."Emily. Look forward."Then I ended the call.I saved the number under one name. Emily. Then I blocked it.First thing the next morning I sent eight thousand dollars to the account she'd texted me. It was the commission off a subdivision contract I'd closed the month before.In the memo line I put: LOOK FORWARD.She never called again.I heard later she'd moved to the far side of Denver, that she was working retail, that she'd rented herself a studio. Nobody seemed to know whether the divorce ever went through.Aunt Melissa was the one who brought me the news. When she finished, she added, "She said to tell you thank you."I nodded, and deleted the message.As for my mother and my brother, everything I know c
Mom Faked My Wedding With AI Chapter 8
"Changed how?""It was little things first." Emily's voice was pulled tight. "We'd be halfway through dinner and he'd put his fork down and go, 'Did you eat this with him too?' Or, 'How much did the two of you spend on motel rooms?'"Then he stopped letting me leave the house by myself. He said if I went out it was to find another man."Then—" She stopped and pulled in a breath. "Then he started drinking and coming home and breaking things. Standing over me calling me dirty. Saying I lied about my past and married him under false pretenses and made him the biggest fool in town."My knuckles had gone white around the phone."Adam." Her voice cracked open. "Say something to me.""What do you want me to say?""I keep thinking..." She hesitated. "If I hadn't listened to my father back then, would we—""Emily." I cut it off. "What do you want right now?""I want a divorce." It came out all at once. "I want out of that house. I can't do another day in it. But I don't have any money
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"That slap wasn't because you think I failed you, Mom."It's because you've never once thought of me as your son."I'm the wallet you empty into whatever hole Kyle digs."I turned toward the doors.She yelled after me. "Adam! You stop right there! You can refuse to get married, but you're still my son. You're my flesh and blood. I raised you. You owe me a roof when I'm old. Your brother's going to need you too!"I didn't turn around.Not one of those relatives spoke up for her.Outside the Grand Meridian the light was going out of the sky. Across the street the whole face of the mall lit up at once, and the color came down over the sidewalk hard enough to hurt.I stood in it and opened my messages with Emily and scrolled all the way to the beginning. Then I deleted them, one at a time, until there weren't any left.The baby. Three years. A picture of a transfer that never happened. My mother's hand across my face.And twenty-six years of later, and your brother needs it more,
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She had nothing left.Aunt Melissa let out a breath, and when she looked at my mother again it was with different eyes."Linda. You never wanted this wedding to happen at all. You were holding it for Kyle. Weren't you."Kyle jumped in fast. "Aunt Melissa, come on, don't start. Mom was only trying to—""Trying to what?" I turned on him. "Trying to put the house money and the car money and the settlement money away for you?"His face went red and he shut his mouth.I turned back to my mother."Fifty-some days, Mom. Fifty-some days of the Fosters calling me a liar. Sales all day, driving all night, under three hours of sleep. I wrecked my heart trying to produce money you'd already told the world you gave me. I passed out at a stoplight."I called you from a hospital bed and asked for help, and you sent me another picture. Three thousand dollars. And then you told me to pay you back."There wasn't even a stamp on that one."My voice was going rough and I let it."Frank Foster a
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"An AI?" She practically shrieked it. "How's an AI supposed to book a ballroom? It doesn't have the hotel's system! How's it going to hold a room for you? Have you lost your mind?"The relatives closed in around us.I looked at my mother, and out of nowhere I started to laugh."Mom. So you do understand."She was still boiling. "Understand what? It's obvious!"I nodded. When I spoke I didn't raise my voice, but I set every word down like a brick."Then here's what I can't figure out. You know an AI can't hold one ballroom for you, because it doesn't have the hotel's system."So tell me how an AI bought me a house outright. How it ordered a Mercedes. How it moved a hundred thousand dollars into Emily Foster's account."Her face locked up.I reached into my bag and pulled out a stack of printouts."These are my bank statements. From the day you say the money went out, right up through this morning. Not one dollar. Not from you, not from anybody."Then I held up the three image
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I stared at the screen and couldn't get a single word down.In the end all I sent was, "What about the baby?"A long time passed. Then two words came back."It's gone."And under it: "We're square. Don't contact me again."The baby. Three years. All of it cut out of my life along with three pictures my mother had asked a chatbot to draw.I didn't tell a soul in my family the wedding was dead.Mom was still holding court in the group chat about how she'd handled her oldest son's entire wedding — house, car, settlement, not one thing missing. Kyle was still dropping his little remarks about how lucky I was, how the whole family's money had gone into me.One night I opened the same app she'd used.I typed: "Reserve the Rosewood Ballroom at the Grand Meridian Convention Center this Sunday at noon for a thirty-person wedding reception. Generate a booking confirmation."The reply came in seconds. "Your reservation is confirmed. Rosewood Ballroom, Grand Meridian Convention Center, S
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