Onward, fighting the rising tide of panic. The article recounted a chilling tale of betrayal and deceit. Michael, whose real name was apparently David, had been implicated in a series of scams targeting vulnerable women. He lured them in with his charm, formed relationships, and then vanished with their money.
This revelation left me breathless. The man I had been laughing with moments ago was a predator—a con artist with a history of manipulating women for his own gain. My mind raced, replaying every interaction we’d had, searching for signs I might have missed. How had I not seen through his facade?
