My Husband Went to Live with His Best Friend Because Our Newborn Was “Too Loud” – I Made Sure He Regretted It

Alice can’t believe her husband Jake has left her and their newborn Lily because he claims their baby is “too loud.” Alone and overwhelmed, Alice turns to his mother for help, determined to show Jake the consequences of his selfishness. With Barbara’s support, Alice plans to make him regret his decision. What is she and Barbara going to do?

I held Lily close, her warm breath a gentle caress against my chest. The living room was shrouded in silence, save for the rhythmic creak of my rocking chair.

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A mother rocking her baby to sleep | Source: Midjourney

My mind raced with all the tasks still waiting for me. I was exhausted from washing dishes, yet I cherished these quiet moments with my baby girl. I knew I had to make time to rock her to sleep.

Lily had been with us for just a few weeks. Those weeks were a blur of beautiful chaos and relentless fatigue.

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A mother with her baby | Source: Pexels

My days revolved around caring for Lily — feeding her, changing diapers, and trying to keep our home in order. Sleep was a rare luxury, yet every moment with her filled me with gratitude.

At the same time, Jake seemed distant, almost like a shadow in his own home. Even when he was physically present, his mind seemed elsewhere, struggling with the new realities of fatherhood.

A man busy working while his wife looks after their newborn | Source: Pexels

A man busy working while his wife looks after their newborn | Source: Pexels

As I held Lily closer, I noticed Jake at the bedroom door, hurriedly packing his clothes into a bag.

“Jake, what are you doing?” I asked, confused.

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A man packing his luggage | Source: Midjourney

“I’m going to stay at Mike’s place for a few weeks,” he replied without looking up.

A knot formed in my stomach. “What? Why?”

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Jake zipped up his bag and finally looked at me. “The baby is too loud. I need time to relax from this mess, Alice! When I come back, you better figure out how to make this place livable again!”

His words felt like a punch. “Jake, you can’t just leave. We have a baby! We need you here!” I said.

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A couple arguing at home | Source: Pexels

He shrugged, slinging the backpack over his shoulder. “I can’t handle this right now, Alice. I just need some space.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as a plea escaped my lips. “Jake, please, don’t leave us. We need to face this as a family.”

But he shook his head, his expression void of any remorse. “I’ll be back in a few weeks. Just… figure it out,” he said coldly, leaving me shattered by his indifference.

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A stern man showing no remorse | Source: Pexels

I looked down at Lily, her tiny face peaceful and unaware of what was happening.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I held her closer, feeling both sad and angry. I knew I had to be strong for her, but at that moment, I felt so alone.

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A worried woman with a baby | Source: Freepik

Jake’s departure left me in shock. How could he just walk away like that? His help had always been minimal, but this abandonment was crushing.

In desperation, I reached for the phone. Help was essential, and there was only one person I could think to call: Jake’s mother, Barbara. We had initially wanted privacy after Lily’s birth, but now, more than ever, I needed support.

A senior woman | Source: Midjourney

A senior woman | Source: Midjourney

My hands shook as I dialed her number.

Barbara answered after a few rings, her voice cheerful as always. “Hello, Alice! How are you and my sweet granddaughter?”

“Hi, Barbara,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m sorry to call you out of the blue, but I really need your help.”

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A serious woman with short hair on a call | Source: Midjourney

Barbara’s tone instantly changed, becoming more serious. “What’s wrong, dear?”

“Jake just left. He said he needs time away and won’t be back for a few weeks. I’m overwhelmed with everything. Can you please come over?”

A deeply upset woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

A deeply upset woman on a phone call | Source: Midjourney

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Of course, Alice. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Barbara. I don’t know what else to do!” I replied desperately.

“Hang in there, Alice. We’ll figure this out together,” she consoled me.

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A senior woman dressed smartly and talking on a phone | Source: Pexels

I hung up the phone, feeling a small glimmer of hope. Help was on the way. I looked down at Lily, still peacefully sleeping in my arms.

I kissed her tiny forehead and whispered, “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. We’ll get through this.”

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A woman kissing her baby’s forehead | Source: Pexels

I walked over to the couch and sank down, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. As I waited, anxiety gnawed at me.

The thought of asking Barbara to stay felt overwhelming — how could I impose that on her? Yet, the daunting question lingered: how would I manage everything on my own? These worries swirled through my mind as I awaited her arrival.

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A worried woman | Source: Pexels

I didn’t have any friends who could lend me a hand.

I needed to make a plan and find a way to manage everything on my own if I had to. But at least for tonight, I wouldn’t be alone. Barbara would be here soon, and together, we would figure out what to do next, I reasoned.

The sound of the doorbell broke my thoughts. I stood up, taking a deep breath before opening the door. There stood Barbara.

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A young woman and senior woman looking into the mirror | Source: Pexels

I felt a rush of relief as I welcomed her in, knowing that I had made the right call.

“Alice, dear, how are you doing?” she asked, wrapping me in a tight hug.

The floodgates burst open, and I couldn’t control my tears any longer. “Oh, Barbara, it’s been incredibly tough,” I sobbed. “Jake has felt so distant, and now he’s simply walked out on us. He said he needed space and has gone to stay at Mike’s place.”

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A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

Barbara listened, her face growing more serious with every word. I told her about the sleepless nights, the endless chores, and the hurtful words Jake had thrown at me.

She didn’t interrupt; just let me pour out all the pain and frustration I’d been holding in.

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A woman in tears | Source: Midjourney

When I finally finished, Barbara’s expression was stern. “Where did he say he was going again?”

“Mike’s house,” I replied, wiping my tears.

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A serious-looking older woman | Source: Midjourney

Without a moment’s hesitation, Barbara whipped out her phone. “This is completely unacceptable. He needs to be here, supporting you,” she said, her voice firm with resolve.

I watched, holding my breath, as she quickly dialed Jake’s number. It didn’t take long for him to pick up.

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A senior woman on call | Source: Pexels

“Jake, this is your mother! I did not raise a man who acts like this! If you treat your family like strangers, I will do the same to you in my will! Get back home and take responsibility!” she said firmly.

I couldn’t hear Jake’s response, but Barbara’s words were enough. She was furious and determined to teach him a lesson.

As she hung up, she turned back to me, her face softening.

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A smiling elderly woman | Source: Pexels

“Alice, you’re not alone in this. I’ll stay with you tonight and help with Lily. We’ll make a plan in the morning. If that loser doesn’t come home, I will make sure he regrets walking out on his beautiful family for the rest of his goddamn life!”

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Barbara. I didn’t know what else to do.”

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A close up shot of a young woman | Source: Midjourney

She smiled gently. “We’ll get through this together, Alice. You’re doing a great job. Don’t let Jake’s actions make you think otherwise.”

We spent the rest of the evening taking care of Lily and Barbara also fixed a nice dinner for me. She also took care of the dishes, ensuring I got to rest.

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Meal on a table with a person standing nearby | Source: Pexels

The next morning, I sat in the living room with her, feeling both anxious and determined. Lily was in my arms, cooing softly, her tiny hands reaching for my face. I smiled down at her, feeling a bit of comfort in her innocent gaze.

Barbara reached over and stroked Lily’s cheek. “She’s beautiful, Alice. You’re doing a great job.”

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A mother holding her baby | Source: Pexels

“Thank you,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “I just hope Jake comes back today.”

Barbara gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”

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Two people holding each other’s hands | Source: Unsplash

The minutes ticked by slowly. I glanced at the clock repeatedly, my stomach twisting with nerves. Would Jake actually come back? Or would he just leave us hanging again?

The uncertainty was eating at me.

Just when I was about to lose hope, the front door creaked open.

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A person opening a door | Source: Pexels

I held my breath as Jake walked in, looking tired and disheveled. It was clear he hadn’t slept well the night before. He glanced at me, then at Barbara, who nodded silently.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself. “Jake, we need to talk,” I said.

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A sad young woman | Source: Midjourney

He remained silent, his gaze fixed on me. I gathered my courage, my voice trembling slightly as I pressed on. “You can’t just walk away when things get challenging, Jake! We have a baby now! Lily needs both of her parents!”

Jake nodded slowly, his silence heavy in the air. Barbara stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “We’re here to support you, Alice,” she said. “Remember, this is a team effort.”

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A happy MIL and DIL | Source: Freepik

I looked at Barbara, a flicker of hope igniting within me. “Thank you, Barbara. Your help means so much to me,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude.

Jake finally broke his silence, his voice low and hesitant. “I know I need to do better.”

I met his gaze, firm and resolute. “This isn’t just about saying the right words, Jake,” I continued. “It’s about showing up every day and being present for your family. We need more than promises now.”

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A worried-looking young woman | Source: Midjourney

Barbara rose, her eyes locking onto Jake’s with a fierce intensity. “Actions speak louder than words, Jake. Remember that,” she said.

I knew this was just the beginning. Whether Jake would truly step up remained to be seen, but one thing was clear: I wasn’t alone anymore. With Barbara’s unwavering support, I felt stronger.

Cradling Lily gently, I leaned in close and whispered to her, “We’re going to be okay, sweetheart. One day at a time.”

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A sleeping newborn baby | Source: Pexels

What would you have done?

A Wealthy Man Pretended to Be a Waiter and Invited a Woman on a Date to the Restaurant He Owns

When wealthy restaurateur Nate meets down-to-earth Beth at a gas station, her charm catches him off guard. Intrigued but wary from past heartbreak, Nate invites her on a date with a twist. Will his charade of being a waiter at a restaurant he owns reveal her true intentions?

Neon paint splatters covered my clothes, and I didn’t realize how ridiculous I looked until I pulled up to the gas station. I stepped inside, feeling sore and a little dazed from an intense paintball match, and that’s when I saw her.

The cashier.

A cashier at a gas station | Source: Midjourney

A cashier at a gas station | Source: Midjourney

Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few wisps escaping around her face. When she noticed me and smiled, I swear my heart somersaulted.

“If the Terminator walked in right now,” she teased, “he definitely wouldn’t ask for your clothes.”

I blinked. For a second, I didn’t know whether to laugh or melt into the floor.

“I… I was just playing paintball,” I replied sheepishly. My cheeks flamed up in what I could only hope wasn’t an obvious blush.

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A shy man | Source: Midjourney

She grinned wider, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Really? That was my first guess.” She looked me up and down, making a show of inspecting the damage the paint had done to my clothes. “Did you win, or…?”

“Uh, yeah. My team won.” I shrugged, trying to appear casual, though it was hard to feel composed under her playful gaze.

“Well, congrats, soldier. Need a victory snack?” She winked at me and nodded at the candy shelf, her tone still dripping with mock seriousness.

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A woman working as a gas station cashier | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t help but laugh. This woman — Beth, her name tag read — was a breath of fresh air. I don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I knew, I blurted out, “Would you like to grab dinner with me sometime?”

She blinked, the smile fading slightly as surprise flickered in her eyes. For a moment, I feared I’d misread the whole thing. But then she tilted her head and her grin returned to full force.

“Alright. Sure… just no paintball, okay?”

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A grinning gas station cashier | Source: Midjourney

We exchanged numbers, and I walked out of that gas station with a date to look forward to. I was excited, but it didn’t take long for the anxiety to set in.

I’ve been burned too many times before. Women were more interested in the idea of Nate, the wealthy restaurateur than in Nate, the man who liked obscure indie bands and reading Manga. So, I devised a little test. Maybe it was crazy, but I had to know.

I invited Beth to my upscale Italian restaurant downtown. It was the crown jewel of my empire, and would now also be the stage on which I’d expose Beth’s true intentions.

The interior of an upmarket restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The interior of an upmarket restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I watched from across the room as Beth entered in a simple red dress that made her look effortlessly beautiful. The staff already knew the plan, so I hurried over to greet her, my heart pounding.

“Hey,” I said, guiding her to a corner table. “I’m so glad you came. I saved us the best table.”

Beth smiled, glancing around. “Oh? You come here so often you know which table is the best?”

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A woman speaking to her male companion | Source: Midjourney

I chuckled as I sat across from her, fidgeting with the napkin. “Yeah, I work here. Just finished my shift, actually.”

Her eyes flickered with surprise, but her trademark grin quickly replaced it. “Really? I’ve always wanted to be a waitress. Maybe I’ll jump in for a shift after dinner.”

I laughed nervously, watching her reaction closely. “I don’t recommend it. The pay’s awful, and the hours? Brutal.”

As if on cue, one of my waiters approached with menus, winking subtly at me.

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A man seated at a table with his date | Source: Midjourney

“Good to see you, Nate. Still recovering from that lunch rush?” he asked, playing his part perfectly.

“Yeah, barely survived,” I said with a tight smile.

Dinner arrived, and soon we were talking and laughing like old friends. She told me about her love of books, and how she used to want to write, but ended up working at the gas station to help her mom out.

She was funny and quick-witted. Her humor caught me off guard at every turn and I was thoroughly charmed by her.

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A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Being with her felt… effortless.

As dessert approached, my restaurant manager, Tom, came over, looking furious. Of course, it was all part of the act, but Beth didn’t know that.

“Nate!” Tom snapped, glaring at me. “You skipped out on the last 15 minutes of your shift. What the hell? Get back to the kitchen and wash the dishes, or you’re fired!

Beth’s eyes went wide, and I could see the shock register.

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A wide-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney

Beth stood, her face softening with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. If you need to go, go. We can always—”

“I’m really sorry,” I cut in, feeling the weight of the lie. “I’ll have to finish up back there. I’ll, uh, text you later?”

“Sure,” she replied with a wink.

And with that, I excused myself, heading toward the kitchen, my mind racing. I needed time to think and to plan my next move, but I had barely been back there for two minutes when the kitchen door creaked open.

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A staff entrance in a restaurant kitchen | Source: Pexels

Beth slipped in, her face glowing with a mixture of amusement and determination.

“You haven’t started yet?” she teased, rolling up her sleeves. “Come on. Let’s wash these dishes together and then go for a walk on the pier.”

I stared at her, completely floored. How did I get so lucky? A flood of emotions swept over me. It was clear now that Beth really did like me, enough to wash a mountain of dirty dishes so we could continue our date at the pier… how was I going to tell her this was all a test?

A thoughtful man | Source: Midjourney

A thoughtful man | Source: Midjourney

The dishes clinked together as we scrubbed side by side, our elbows occasionally bumping. Guilt stabbed at me each time Beth smiled at me like this was the most natural thing in the world — standing in the back of a high-end restaurant, washing dishes after a first date.

I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her, wondering how someone like her could be so unaffected by everything.

After we finished, Beth wiped her hands on her dress, completely unfazed by the water spots. She looked at me with a playful gleam in her eyes.

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A smiling woman in a restaurant kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Well, I can’t say I expected to end up elbow-deep in suds tonight, but it wasn’t half bad. So, what now? Are we walking to the pier, or are you making me clean the kitchen, too?”

I chuckled, but the sound caught in my throat. I had to come clean with her. It was now or never.

“Beth, I have to tell you something,” I said, my voice a little too serious for the moment.

She tilted her head, her smile fading just a bit. “Okay…?”

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A woman smiling uncertainly | Source: Midjourney

I took a breath, the truth ready to burst out of me. “I’m not a waiter. Well, I used to be, but not anymore. I’m actually the owner of this place. I own this restaurant and two others in the city.”

Beth blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Wait… what?”

“The whole thing tonight was a setup,” I admitted, guilt creeping into my voice. “I wanted to see if you liked me for who I am, not for the money or the restaurant. I know it’s crazy, but I’ve been burned before, and didn’t want to risk it again.”

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A guilty man | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, Beth just stood there, her expression unreadable. My heart pounded in my chest as the silence stretched on. Then, she crossed her arms and gave me a long, searching look.

“So, let me get this straight,” she finally said, her tone carefully neutral. “You lied to me all night because you thought I might be… what? A gold digger?”

I winced. “It wasn’t like that. I just… I’ve had bad experiences. But I like you so much… I just didn’t want to mess this up.”

Her gaze softened a little, but there was still a hurt flicker in her eyes.

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A woman in a kitchen with a hurt expression | Source: Midjourney

“So, you were testing me.”

“I know it sounds terrible, and it is,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “But I had to be sure you liked me for me.”

Beth stood quietly for a moment, processing. Then she shook her head with a small, incredulous laugh.

“So… did I pass your test?”

I nodded earnestly, feeling the weight of the night lift off my shoulders. “With flying colors.”

A serious man | Source: Midjourney

A serious man | Source: Midjourney

She smiled back, and her playfulness quickly returned. “Oh, and for the record — your restaurant’s food isn’t that great. Next time, we’re going somewhere else, somewhere we won’t end up washing dishes, okay?”

I laughed, the sound echoing through the empty kitchen. “You got it.”

Here’s another story: At a family outing, my mother-in-law switched my mild chicken for an extra-spicy option, leaving me humiliated in a crowded restaurant. As my mouth burned and Linda smirked, I decided to plan a dinner that would teach her a lesson she’d never forget!

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.

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