My granddaughter Emily kicked me out of my apartment, claiming it was hers. Little did she know, her “perfect” fiancé, Tom, had a dark secret that would turn our lives upside down and teach us both a hard lesson about trust and family.
It’s been a tough journey since my son and his wife died in that terrible car crash six years ago. I’ve raised my granddaughter, Emily, since she was 16. Wasn’t a walk in the park, but we managed.
An elderly woman interacting with a teenage girl | Source: Pexels
Last Tuesday, Emily burst into our apartment, beaming. “Grandma! Guess what?”
I looked up from my crossword puzzle. “What’s got you so excited?”
“I’m engaged!” She thrust her hand out, showing off a flashy ring.
I felt my stomach drop. “Engaged? To whom?”
“Tom! We’ve been dating for two months. He’s perfect!”
I set my pen down. “Two months? That’s awfully fast, don’t you think?”
Emily’s smile faded. “Why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“I’m just concerned. What about your studies?”
A grandmotherly figure reacting with concern | Source: Pexels
She waved her hand dismissively. “College isn’t for me. I’m dropping out.”
“Emily, you can’t be serious. Education is crucial.”
“For what? I’m gonna be married. Tom will take care of me.”
I frowned. “And if something happens? If he leaves?”
“He won’t,” she snapped. “Why are you being so negative?”
I sighed. “I’m just looking out for you, dear.”
“Well, don’t. Oh, and by the way, I need you to move out.”
I blinked, sure I’d misheard. “Move out? Of where?”
“This apartment. It’s mine now.”
A defiant-looking young woman | Source: Pexels
“Emily, I said you’d inherit it after I pass away.”
She shrugged. “Same difference. I need it now.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Where am I supposed to go?”
“Not my problem,” she said, checking her phone.
“Emily, this is ridiculous! You can’t just kick me out!”
She barely looked up from her ever-present phone. “Watch me. I want you gone by tomorrow.”
A young woman looking at her mobile phone | Source: Pexels
I tried reasoning with her, but it was like talking to a brick wall. That night, I barely slept, my mind churning with worry and disbelief.
The next day, Emily literally shoved me out the door. “Time’s up, Grandma. Tom’s moving in tonight.”
Standing in the hallway with a hastily packed bag, I pleaded, ‘Emily, please. Let’s talk about this.’
She rolled her eyes and dismissed me with a curt, “There’s nothing to talk about. Bye.” Then the door slammed shut in my face.
I spent the night in the hallway, still in shock. How could my own granddaughter do this?
A sad-looking elderly woman, deep in thought | Source: Pexels
In the morning, I went to the store and bought a new outfit so I could make myself presentable to see a lawyer. We filed a lawsuit to reclaim my apartment, but I had something else in mind to teach Emily a lesson.
I called my sister, Beatrice, who lived in another town. “Bea? It’s Evelyn. I need a favor.”
“What’s wrong? You sound awful.”
I explained the situation, and Bea was livid. “That ungrateful little… Of course, you can stay here. Get yourself over here, and we’ll figure this out.”
After taking the bus to Bea’s and settling there, I rang up my colorful old friend Fiona. She runs a PI firm.
An elderly woman placing a mobile phone call | Source: Pexels
“Fi, I need your expertise. Can you look into Emily’s fiancé?”
“Sure thing, Ev. What’s his name?”
“Tom. That’s all I know. But I’ve figured out how to find him on social media channels — my granddaughter taught this old dog some new tricks.”
“Text me whatever you have on him and give me a few days. I’ll see what I can dig up.”
“Okay, will do, Fi, thank you,” I replied.
An elderly woman talking on a mobile phone | Source: Pexels
While Fiona investigated, I called the lawyer about my apartment and told him to hold fire on the lawsuit to reclaim it.
“It’s pretty clear-cut,” the lawyer said. “The apartment’s in your name. She has no legal right to it.”
“I just hope it doesn’t come to that. I want to talk sense into her first,” I replied.
Three days later, Fiona called back. “Ev, I’ve got bad news. This Tom character’s a real piece of work.”
A tech-savvy older woman operating a mobile phone | Source: Pexels
“How so?”
“He’s conned at least four wealthy women in the past three years. Left them broke and broken-hearted.”
My blood ran cold. “Are you certain?”
“Absolutely. I’ve got all the evidence right here.”
I thanked her and hung up. Poor Emily had no idea what she was walking into.
The wedding day arrived faster than I expected. I showed up at the venue with Fiona, clutching a folder of evidence.
Emily spotted me and stormed over. “What are you doing here?”
A woman in bridal dress, looking defiant | Source: Pexels
“Trying to stop you from making a huge mistake.”
“You weren’t invited!” she hissed.
I held up the folder. “Emily, Tom’s not who you think he is. He’s after your money.”
Her face paled. “What are you talking about?”
“He’s done this before. Multiple times.”
Emily snatched the folder from my hands and started flipping through it, her hands trembling. “This… this can’t be right.”
Just then, Tom appeared, his face contorted in anger. “Baby, what’s going on?” he demanded.
A man in a suit, gesticulating angrily | Source: Pexels
Emily spun around, her eyes flashing with hurt and anger. “Is this true? Are you just using me?” she demanded, her voice quivering with emotion.
Tom’s smile faltered, his facade cracking. “Of course not. Who told you that nonsense?” he asked, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone.
“It’s all here,” Emily said, her voice shaking as she thrust a document towards him. “Proof of what you’ve done.”
Tom’s eyes darted around the room, panic setting in. Without warning, he bolted for the exit, leaving stunned silence in his wake.
A man in a suit and tie, walking hastily | Source: Pexels
Emily sank into a nearby chair, her body wracked with sobs. As guests started murmuring and filing out, I sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her trembling shoulders. “I’m so sorry, sweetie,” I whispered, feeling utterly helpless.
She looked up at me, mascara streaking down her face. “What do I do now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“We’ll figure it out together,” I assured her, squeezing her hand gently.
A downcast bride sitting in a chair | Source: Pexels
***
A few days after I returned to the apartment, Emily called in a panic from work. “Grandma, I’m in deep trouble! The bank just called. Tom maxed out my cards and took out loans in my name. I don’t know what to do. I owe so much.”
I took a deep breath. “You need to face this head-on. Get another job. Sell what you can.”
“But that’ll take forever!” she wailed.
“Sometimes that’s how it goes,” I said firmly. “When you come home this evening we’ll talk this over and figure it out.”
Emily nodded slowly. “You’re right. I’ve been terrible to you. I’m so, so sorry.”
A woman sitting on a chair, holding her head in despair | Source: Pexels
“I forgive you,” I said. “But it’s time to grow up.”
***
Over the next few months, Emily worked herself to the bone. She waited tables and worked retail. She also sold most of her possessions.
We settled back into our usual routine in the apartment. Emily kept working and even started taking some online classes.
“I never realized how hard it is to make money,” she said one day over dinner.
A young woman looking to her left in a kitchen | Source: Pexels
I nodded. “It’s not easy, but it’s rewarding. You’re doing great, Emily.”
She smiled. “Thanks, Grandma. For everything.”
Six months after the wedding-that-wasn’t, we sat on the balcony sharing a pot of tea.
“Grandma?” Emily said. “I never properly thanked you. For everything.”
I patted her hand. “You’re welcome, dear. I’m proud of how you’ve handled things.”
An elderly woman holding the hands of a younger companion | Source: Pexels
She smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without you. I was such a brat before.”
“You were,” I agreed. “But you’ve really turned things around.”
Emily nodded. “I have. And I swear, I’ll never take you for granted again.”
“I know you won’t,” I said. “You’ve learned a valuable lesson.”
“Several, actually,” Emily laughed. “Never trust a guy with a too-perfect smile, always read the fine print, and grandmas know best.”
I chuckled. “That about sums it up.”
An elderly woman smiling gently | Source: Pexels
“Seriously, though,” Emily continued, “I can’t believe how blind I was. Tom seemed so perfect.”
“That’s often how con artists operate,” I explained. “They tell you exactly what you want to hear.”
Emily sighed. “I just feel so stupid.”
“Don’t,” I said firmly. “You’re not the first to fall for someone like that, and you won’t be the last. What matters is how you handle it afterward.”
She nodded. “I guess. It’s just… I had all these dreams, you know? A big wedding, a perfect life. Now I’m working two jobs and taking night classes.”
A young woman looking thoughtfully out of a window | Source: Pexels
“And you’re all the stronger for it,” I pointed out. “You’re building a real future now, not a fantasy.”
Emily smiled. “You’re right. It’s hard, but it feels good. Like I’m actually accomplishing something.”
“You are,” I assured her. “I’m so proud of you, Emily.”
As we watched the sun dip below the horizon, I felt a sense of peace come over me. We’d been through hell and back, but our bond was stronger than ever. Sometimes, tough love is exactly what’s needed.
A sunset over a neighborhood dominated by apartment blocks | Source: Pexels
Emily leaned her head on my shoulder. “I love you, Grandma.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” I replied, wrapping an arm around her.
We sat there in comfortable silence, watching the stars come out. It wasn’t the future either of us had imagined, but it was ours, and we’d face it together.
What would you have done?
If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one about a grandmother who set a marriage deadline for her granddaughter, threatening to exclude her from the will if she didn’t comply.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Nurse Gives Woman the Wrong Baby, Then New Mother Turns Pale — Story of the Day
The nurse examined Lucy’s twins before discharge, but Lucy was shocked when she returned them. The nurse had brought two baby girls after the examination, and Lucy had given birth to one boy and one girl.
Lucy and her husband Ross had been trying to conceive for a long time, and when they discovered they were expecting twins, they were over the moon.
The ultrasound had revealed they would be having a boy and a girl, and the couple was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the twins. However, when the nurse brought the children post-examination, they were both girls. Lucy’s face turned pale.
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
“Where has my son gone? What exactly did you do to him? And whose baby is this other girl?” she screamed, gazing at the nurse who had just brought the kids in.
“They are your daughters, ma’am,” the nurse, Savannah, said, her eyes fixated on the documents. “I double-checked the reports and I’m confident there is no error.”
“Have you lost your senses?” Lucy snapped. “I have all the reports with me as proof that I was supposed to deliver a boy and a girl. And I was informed about the same after delivery. There’s no way they’re both girls!”
Lucy noticed the fear in the nurse’s eyes when she looked up from her reports. She was about to say something to her when Dr. Linda Carter walked in. “Would you please keep quiet, ma’am? This is a hospital, and there are other patients,” she explained to Lucy.
“Quiet? Seriously?” Lucy glared at her. “Your nurse brings me a random child, then tells me she’s not wrong! Is that how your hospital administration operates? Should I contact the chief doctor and inform him of the situation?”
“I agree with my wife, doctor. We don’t want to create a scene either,” Ross intervened. “But your nurse is lying. We don’t know why she’s doing that, but if we don’t get our son back, we’ll have to call the police!”
“Please, sir, calm down,” Dr. Carter said. “I’m sure there’s just some misunderstanding. Savannah has been working at this hospital for several years. Perhaps she brought the wrong documents. Savannah, may I have a look at the papers?” Dr. Carter inquired. But Savannah didn’t give it to her and instead started stammering, “There’s no need, ma’am…I mean, I checked it, and they’re fine.”
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
Dr. Carter sensed something was wrong and softly told her, “It’s fine. Let me quickly check the reports.” However, when she read through them, she realized Lucy was correct.
“Please give me a minute, ma’am,” she said as she flipped through the pages. “I assume Savannah brought the incorrect paperwork. There was another patient named Lucy Matthews, and Savannah got confused.”
“I’m glad you noticed your mistake,” Lucy said, glaring at her. “I would recommend that you hire responsible people as members of the staff the next time!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Dr. Carter apologized again as she turned to face Savannah. “Would you mind accompanying me, Savannah? I need you to find the correct reports for me.”
Savannah swiftly followed Dr. Carter, but Lucy spotted the tears in her eyes as she walked away. She got a strange feeling Dr. Carter and Savannah were up to something, so she decided to follow them.
She watched them both enter Dr. Carter’s clinic and then heard someone crying. It had to be Savannah, she reasoned. Fortunately, the door was slightly ajar, so Lucy sat on one of the chairs just outside the room and listened to what they were saying.
“What were you thinking, Savannah?” Dr. Carter spoke in a firm tone. “Lucy Matthews delivered twins: a boy and a girl at 10:30 a.m. today. Even the reports said that. Why are you lying to them? Be honest!”
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
“I didn’t have a choice, ma’am,” Savannah sobbed. “That other newborn girl belongs to my sister. Her spouse had abandoned her after he learned about the pregnancy, and unfortunately, she didn’t make it post-delivery. I could have adopted her, but my husband refused.”
“Why don’t you place her in a nursing home?” Dr. Carter proposed. “She’d be well taken care of there.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, ma’am. It was my sister’s last wish for her daughter to grow up in a loving home,” Savannah sobbed.
“When I saw Mrs. Matthews this morning and how she and her husband were supporting each other, I thought they would be a beautiful family for her. So I decided to swap Mrs. Matthew’s son with my sister’s daughter and place him in a nursing home instead.”
“But that’s not right, Savannah,” Dr. Carter pointed out. “We can’t let that happen. Get Mrs. Matthews’ son right now. And, yes, this should stay confidential between us. Let me see what I can do for you.”
Lucy’s eyes had welled up when she heard the story. There wasn’t a nefarious intention behind exchanging the kids. A helpless woman wanted her niece to end up in a lovely family. I feel sorry for the child, honestly. Lucy pondered as she returned to her room.
A few minutes later, Dr. Carter returned to Lucy’s room and handed over her newborn son. “Sorry about the mixup, ma’am. I apologize on behalf of my staff,” Dr. Carter said.
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
Having overheard the whole story earlier, Lucy, decided not to file a complaint against her. But every time she tried to sleep at home that night, her thoughts returned to the poor child, and her innocent face flashed straight in front of her eyes.
“I can’t forget about her, Ross,” Lucy told her husband at breakfast the next day. “I had a dream yesterday in which I saw a girl who had come to our house by mistake and was living peacefully with us. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I can’t get that out of my head.”
“It’s because of what happened yesterday, honey,” Ross explained. “Try to distract yourself with something else. How about we go somewhere? You’ll feel better.”
“No, Ross,” Lucy looked at him. “I don’t feel like leaving that child alone. I want to adopt her.”
“But honey!” Ross cried. “Are you sure? We already have two children to look after, and a third would be far too much! Don’t make emotional decisions! We need to be practical.”
“I understand, Ross, but please. I can’t persuade myself. I pondered it all night and decided to adopt her. Can we please go to the hospital today?”
“Well, honey. I am there with you in all your decisions, but I’m worried it’ll be too much work for you.”
“I can manage that, Ross. Please?” Lucy insisted.
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
Ross initially opposed the adoption, but his feelings changed when he held the child in his arms. She had brown eyes with a slight green tinge, and she kept staring at him. Ross was moved by her innocent looks, to say the least.
“I’m delighted you considered adopting her, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews. She is indeed lucky,” the doctor told them.
“Well, doctor, we tried a lot for kids, and now, when a child wants to come to us, we can’t just let it go. Just let me know when we can take her home,” Lucy said.
“It’ll take some time, but for now, I’ll submit the documents to expedite the process.”
As the doctor had said, it took some time, but Lucy and Ross had no regrets about their decision. When they brought the child home, they felt as if their family was finally complete. They named the baby girl Amelia.
Savannah visited them after learning Lucy and Ross had adopted the child and couldn’t stop thanking them. Since then, she’s become a regular at the Matthews’, and she mostly spends the weekends with Lucy’s kids: the twins Sia and Mark and Amelia.
What can we learn from this story?
- Relationships are formed through love and care, not necessarily by blood. Lucy and Ross’s adoption of Amelia as their kid is a beautiful example of this.
- Some accidents are beautiful. Savannah brought Amelia to Lucy simply because she wanted her to be adopted by a good family, and in the end, the poor child was blessed with a lovely family.
Leave a Reply