Serena, my 18-year-old daughter, shocked me when she announced she was marrying Edison, a 60-year-old man. She claimed it was love, but something felt off. I reluctantly agreed to meet him.

That night, I overheard a conversation between Edison and his sister, Annie. She accused him of using my daughter for a bet to pay off his debts. Furious, I confronted Serena, but she refused to believe me. Desperate, I hired a private investigator, who uncovered Edison’s past of gambling and fraud. Armed with this, I sought out Duke, Edison’s former business partner, who confirmed everything.

Determined to expose Edison, I disguised myself as a wealthy gambler and beat him at his own game, forcing him to promise to stay away from Serena. But he didn’t. Instead, I discovered she was planning an engagement party with him.

At the party, I confronted Edison, but he threatened to turn Serena against me. Feeling powerless, I stepped outside, where Annie approached me. She despised Edison for squandering their inheritance and agreed to help. We set a trap.

At the wedding, Annie and several women exposed Edison’s lies. Guests turned against him, and Serena, devastated, threw away her ring. Then, the police arrived, arresting Edison for fraud.

Later, I met Serena, who finally understood the truth. She apologized, and I gave her a ticket to Boston to pursue her dream of fashion design. Holding her close, I realized my mistake—I should have been there for her all along. Now, I would be.