My Stepson Pulled Me Aside Before the Wedding and Whispered, “Don’t Marry My Dad” — What He Handed Me Changed Everything

The first time I met Daniel, he was a whirlwind—equal parts charm and chaos. He sat on the floor of a Brighton Hill café, juggling a buzzing phone, scattered credit cards, and a laptop that kept slipping off the table. Most people would have found the mess exhausting, but there was something strangely grounding about…

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