Erin’s life changes completely when her husband’s affair is revealed. In a turn of events, she loses her job and takes the role of a cashier at the local grocery store. Everything is fine until an entitled customer comes into the store, forcing Erin to keep calm and professional.
My life took a complete turn at 38 years old. I’m a mother to three kids: Emma (15), Jack (9), and Sophie (7), and I’ve gone from being a project manager at a mid-sized tech company while raising my children to working in a grocery store.
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This is what happened.
The first cracks came in gradually, all stemming from James, my husband.
“James, are you coming to bed?” I asked one night as he sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
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“In a bit,” he muttered, not looking up. “Just need to finish this.”
“Finish what? The TV’s off.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, before lying flat.
“Work stuff, Erin. Can we not do this right now?”
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I could sense something was wrong, but amidst the chaos of work and family, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Then, one devastating evening, I discovered the truth. James had been having an affair.
“How could you do this to us?” I cried, tears streaming down my face. “To the kids?”
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James looked down, unable to meet my gaze.
“I’m sorry, Erin. I never meant for it to get this far.”
The stress from the divorce piled onto the already immense pressure at work. My job’s demands became unbearable as I tried to navigate the emotional wreckage of my home.
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The focus and sharpness I once prided myself on were slipping away, and I struggled to keep up with the relentless pace of my job.
“Erin, I need those reports by the end of the day,” my manager, Lisa, reminded me gently. “I know things are tough right now, but we need to stay on track.”
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“I’m trying, Lisa,” I replied, my voice shaky. “It’s just… everything is falling apart.”
And it all became too much. Lisa, though sympathetic to my situation, was left with no choice when my productivity plummeted.
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“Erin, we have to let you go,” Lisa said, her eyes full of regret. “I tried to keep you, but my hands were tied on this one. I’m so sorry.”
Losing my job felt like the final blow in a series of relentless hardships. The financial strain only added to the emotional burden of my divorce.
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I knew that I had to find another job quickly to support my children, but the job market was tough, and positions that matched my qualifications and previous salary were few and far between.
“Will we be okay?” Emma asked me one morning as I buttered toast for her and her siblings.
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“We will,” I said. “We will be just fine. I have an interview today, and it’s going to be the right match for us. I promise, darling. Don’t you worry about us.”
“But I am worried, Mom,” Emma said, taking a bite of toast. “I don’t want to live with Dad.”
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My heart ached. I couldn’t let them down.
Desperation led me to apply for a cashier position at a local grocery store.
“Look, I know it’s not what you’re used to, Erin,” the manager, Mr. Adams, told me. “But this job is stable. We can offer you stability and a steady income.”
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“I know,” I agreed. “It’s just that I have three children to care for, too.”
“I understand,” he said. “We can look at a raise in three months.”
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The change was difficult, but it allowed me to be there for my children in a way that I hadn’t been able to before. The predictable hours meant I could attend school events, help with homework, and tuck my kids into bed every night.
“I like this, Mom,” Sophie said as I tucked her into bed. “You’re not always with your laptop.”
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“I agree,” Jack said from his corner of the room. “Mom’s always here now.”
But as always, despite things seeming positive in one way, life was always going to throw curveballs my way.
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Yesterday was different. A mother with two teenage children came into our supermarket. She was dressed in expensive designer clothes, as were her two children.
When she came to the register, I started ringing up her groceries in an autopilot mode. I was tired and just wanted the day to be over. I wanted to get home for pizza night with my kids.
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“What’s with the face, dear? Why aren’t you smiling at your customers?” she asked me, tapping her long nails on the counter.
I had been working all day and I had forgotten to plaster a smile across my face.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her, taking things out of the cart.
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Then I smiled at her and continued to do my job.
But, of course, it didn’t end there.
“I’d have that face too, if I worked here. Your face looks mean because you don’t earn enough. That’s why you’re miserable.”
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The other customers in the line looked shocked, while I became red from the embarrassment.
I wasn’t embarrassed by my job; I was grateful for it. But it was her ugly comment that made me want to curl into a ball.
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Just as I handed her the last bag, she screamed loudly when one of her kids bumped into the cart, still holding onto his iPhone. The cart tipped over, spilling all the groceries onto the floor with a loud bang, followed by glass shattering.
Expensive bottles of wine were spilling onto our floor, soaking through the artisan bread and gourmet cheese.
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The woman’s face turned bright red as she snapped at her child, humiliated.
“Michael! Watch what you’re doing! You clumsy idiot!” she shrieked.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he muttered, pocketing his phone and looking around.
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I quickly bent down to help pick up the undamaged items, maintaining my composure.
“It’s alright, accidents happen,” I said softly, while the other customers watched the scene unfold.
Mr. Adams approached as the woman and her children scrambled to gather their things.
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“Ma’am,” he said politely. “It seems you might need some help. We can replace the broken items, but you’ll need to pay for them.”
The woman, now visibly flustered, handed me her credit card with a huff.
“There,” she said.
I swiped it, but the transaction was declined. I tried again, but the result was the same.
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“I’m sorry, ma’am, but your card has been declined,” I said, trying to remain as professional as possible, but my insides were doing cartwheels as karma dished it out for the woman.
“That’s impossible,” she said. “This must be a mistake. I’ll call someone to sort this out.”
She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear, but there was no answer. She tried again, and again, but the person on the other end did not respond.
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The growing line of customers behind her began to murmur and exchange looks, some shaking their heads in disbelief, while others grew impatient.
Mrs. Jenkins, a regular customer, stepped forward with her bread and milk, ready to join another line.
“Looks like karma has its own way of working things out,” she said with a smirk. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being so rude to others.”
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With no way to pay and no one answering her calls, the woman was forced to wait in the store.
“I can get you a chair, ma’am,” Mr. Adams offered.
“No. I’m fine,” she said stiffly at the end of my counter, clearly mortified.
She waited for at least over an hour, her children sitting sullenly nearby, the humiliation palpable.
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“Can’t we call a cab and go home?” the daughter whined. “My phone battery is about to die and I have things to do.”
The woman rolled her eyes.
“Enough, Gemma,” she said. “I don’t care what you need to do. We will wait for your father.”
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Soon enough, the father showed up, looking important in his suit. Immediately, he turned his anger on his kids.
“How could you be so careless? Do you know how much this is going to cost?” his voice echoed. “No allowances for you both.”
“And you,” he said, turning to his wife. “Can’t you manage a simple shopping trip without causing a scene? This is why I told you to leave it up to the cook.”
The entire store watched as he berated them. He gave me his card and nodded to me.
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“Make it quick, please,” he said. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
When I was done, he grabbed the bags and stormed out of the store, not waiting for his family to follow.
“You handled that with grace, Erin,” Mr. Adams said. “Go on, get your things and get home to your kids.”
I intended to, a pizza party awaited me.
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What would you have done?
Lady Informs Fiancé’s Family She Is Pregnant, ‘He’s Infertile!’ His Mom Says – Story of the Day
Chris’ parents didn’t accept his relationship with Amanda. When she announced her pregnancy at the dinner, they rushed to call her a cheater because they had just gotten some shocking medical results. Their lives would never be the same.
“I just want to get this over with,” Chris sighed in front of his parents’ house door.
“They’re your parents, honey. We want them to finally accept me and come to our wedding, right?” his wife, Amanda, caressed his arms.
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Chris grunted. “I really don’t care about that, Amanda. I’m sorry, but if they can’t accept the woman I love, I don’t want anything to do with them.”
“Please, honey. We have to make peace with them. What about the future? They’re family. We want them to be a part of our children’s lives, don’t we?” Amanda continued, smiling slightly. The problem is that the young, beautiful woman didn’t see the tightening of her husband’s mouth.
Chris tried to keep his composure after her words, but he only barely managed. “Yeah. I guess,” he muttered through his stiff lips.
“That’s… fine. When are you going to quit your job?” he continued.
“OK! Now, cheer up. We’re in this together,” Amanda perked and hugged his side.
Chris’s mother, Mrs. Castillo, opened the door with her signature fake grin, only slightly lifting her lips.
“Hello, Amanda. It’s nice to see you,” she said, nodding her head subtly and moving, so they could walk through the door.
Chris wanted to roll his eyes. It had been years since he and Amanda got together. They were engaged, and his parents still viewed her as the woman who “ruined their plans.” They wanted their son with someone else and were salty about his decision.
***
When Chris graduated from college and got his first job, his parents introduced him to Ciara, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Geoffrey. Her father was on a local private clinic board and highly well-respected in their town.
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Chris came from the Castillo family, and they had always been wealthy thanks to their great-grandfather’s investments. Chris didn’t care much for that stuff. His parents were obsessed with status and what others would say.
However, he made the most amazing friends at college who came from all walks of life. It truly changed his life, and he realized that the girls he had been exposed to through private school and country club parties were not for him. He wanted a real woman.
And Amanda appeared. He had been at his job for a couple of years and collided with her on his way out of a parking lot. It was love at first sight for him, so he tried to joke, smile, and invite her out straight away.
She worked at a nearby building and was not happy about his advances. But eventually, she said yes to a date, and they had been together since.
The first time she met his parents was a disaster. They told Chris to break things off as soon as she left the restaurant table for the bathroom.
“She’s an assistant. Why can’t you date Ciara? She adores you. This is not the girl for you,” his mother said quietly, but her face showed desperation and disgust.
“Listen to your mother, son. You must marry a woman from your own… ugh… class. It won’t work otherwise,” his dad joined in, shaking his head.
“The two of you need to shut up. I will not listen to this. Ciara is a vapid little princess, and I don’t want to be near her… ever!” he said, forcefully but still discreetly enough.
Amanda returned to the table, and the dinner continued. His parents never had much of a poker face, so this meeting wasn’t pleasant. However, it was worse after those comments, and Amanda sensed it.
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He explained everything later, and she understood, telling him to give his parents time. But it had been a while, and they had yet to warm up. They behaved to her face but grumbled behind her back. Mostly, they tolerated her, especially since they got engaged. Meanwhile, she remained hopeful. Amanda was a glass-half-full kind of person. Therefore, she still called his mother to plan dinners and included her in some of the wedding details.
The only thing Amanda had not been open about was the fact that they were already trying for a baby. She wanted that to be a surprise. With some luck, Mr. and Mrs. Castillo would finally warm up when they started having babies.
***
As they sat at his parent’s dinner table, Chris could only think of wrapping this gathering up quickly. He had something to tell his fiancée, and it was extremely urgent. It might change the nature of their relationship forever. She might even decide to leave him.
“They don’t know what they’re missing. Let them eat cake in their country clubs while you and I find real happiness.”
He had actually talked to his parents about this a few days ago when he received the news. They didn’t have a lot to say about it. Their faces showed sadness and concern, but they remained their stoic selves.
“If Amanda leaves you, let her do it,” his mother told him, but that would kill Chris. So, he had been afraid of telling her the truth.
“So, Amanda,” his father began, snapping Chris out of his thoughts. “How’s work?”
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“Oh, Mr. Castillo. Work is going great. My boss has this huge event coming up, and I’m helping plan everything. It’s been fun, actually,” she replied, happy they showed interest in her.
“That’s… fine. When are you going to quit your job?” he continued.
“Excuse me?”
“Quit. To become a housewife,” Mr. Castillo clarified.
“I’m not quitting,” Amanda said, confused.
“She’s going to keep working, Dad,” Chris intervened, peeved.
“That’s… just fine. Amanda is a modern woman after all, darling,” his mother said, not quite smiling but not angry either.
“Well, I don’t know my plans yet. It’ll depend on the future,” Amanda said and swallowed nervously. “Speaking of which, I have an announcement. I’m pregnant!”
There was extreme silence at the table, which seemed to expand for hours, but it was only a few seconds. Amanda had been sure that a baby was everything this family needed to accept her finally, but she had no idea what Chris had just discovered.
The first person to break the silence was Mrs. Castillo. “He’s infertile!” she yelled, seething. Her eyes were almost red from anger.
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Chris was frozen in complete shock. They had been intimate for a while without protection, hoping for this. But he just got medical results proving that he couldn’t father anyone. That meant… that Amanda had cheated.
“YOU WORTHLESS TROLLOP!” his mother screamed some more. “YOU CHEATED NO MY SON AND GOT PREGNANT? NOW YOU WANT TO BABY-TRAP HIM?”
“Baby trap him? Mrs. Castillo, Chris and I have been trying for months. We wanted to surprise you and start our family right away. What do you mean by infertile? That’s impossible!” Amanda shook her head rapidly, not knowing what to do.
Mr. Castillo wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin and stood. “Get out of this house immediately. Never show your face near my son again, or we will get a restraining order,” he threatened quietly.
“Sir! Chris, please. Do something. I don’t understand!” Amanda begged her fiance, but Chris couldn’t move. Suddenly, Mrs. Castillo grabbed Amanda’s hair and started pulling her toward the front door.
“Get out of here now!” the older woman yelled like a banter.
Amanda held onto her hair to prevent more pain, but she repeatedly called out to Chris. It was futile. He was still at the table, looking at his plate and not moving.
“CHRIS!” Amanda shouted finally as the heavy front door slammed.
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***
The next few days were a confusing blur. Chris moved out of their shared apartment, leaving the medical results on their kitchen countertop. He also left a Post-it.
“I was concerned and got tested. I’m infertile. Completely. I hope you have a happy life, but it won’t be with me,” he wrote, breaking Amanda’s heart.
That doctor had to be wrong. She was pregnant, and it was 100% Chris’s baby. She hadn’t been with anyone else for many years. How was this possible? And why wouldn’t he talk to me?
Despite her best efforts, Chris refused contact. When she went to his parent’s house, they called the police, who told her to leave or risk being arrested.
“Fine! I’ll leave! I’ll raise this beautiful baby on my own! You’re the one missing out, and when you realize the truth, it’ll be too late!” she screamed towards the mansion and walked away.
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Despite what the Castillo family tried to imply, Amanda didn’t need to trap anyone. She might not be from a wealthy family, but she had a great job. Her company had a fantastic maternity leave policy, and the entire team was ready to support her dearly. Her boss loved her, so she wasn’t worried.
“What? No, that was just our plan,” Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, waving her hand.
The problem was facing an utterly different future without Chris and as a single mom. But if others could do it, she could too.
Therefore, she had the baby, named him Paul, and did her best. It was suffocating doing everything alone at times, but she persevered every day for her son. The only problem was that her baby was a carbon copy of Chris. It was impossible to miss.
“Those idiots,” she whispered after putting him down for a nap. “They don’t know what they’re missing. Let them eat cake in their country clubs while you and I find real happiness.”
***
Chris tried to move on with life. His usually cold parents were highly supportive after he moved out of his shared apartment with Amanda. He was thankful for that. The last thing he ever imagined was Amanda cheating on him. It didn’t seem possible despite irrefutable proof.
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But his parents told him everything would be alright soon. And life goes on even when you don’t want it to. He returned to work, found a new apartment for himself, and tried to forget the pain. The future was bleak without Amanda, but his parents tried to cheer him up.
One day, they invited him for dinner, and Ciara was there. Surprisingly, they got along, and she had many interesting things to say. His parents were delighted and encouraged the friendship. Chris didn’t have the fight in him to refuse again.
He started dating Ciara. They were taking things slow, but he didn’t discourage his mother when she talked about a country club wedding. Fine. If this is the life I deserve, I’ll just let them plan everything for me, he thought during his depressing moments.
Amanda was out of his life. He just hoped her baby daddy was a good man.
***
About a year after Paul was born, Amanda was walking down the street, focusing on her cell phone, when she stumbled upon someone.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking,” she apologized, only to raise her eyes and see Chris. “Oh.”
“Amanda,” he said, swallowing. “Hi.”
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“Hello,” she replied awkwardly. “Bye.”
“Wait,” Chris grabbed her hand, but the movement made her drop her phone. “Jeez, I’m sorry.”
He picked it up, and the screen lit. There was a picture of her baby as a screensaver, and his eyes zeroed in on it.
“Give me that,” Amanda snatched it from his hands, finally showing her anger. “You don’t deserve to look at him.”
“Him?” he mumbled, breathless from seeing the image.
“Yes. My son,” she said, lifting her chin. “Mine. Alone.”
Her whole demeanor was surprising. He understood why she would lie about cheating at first, but it had been a while since their split. She didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“I guess it didn’t work out with the father,” Chris commented, wanting to be angry and hurt her somehow.
“Yeah. It didn’t,” she raised her eyebrows. “Bye, Chris.”
And she walked away.
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For several days, Chris pondered hard on the situation. He didn’t remember the picture of the baby much, as she had snatched her phone too quickly. But he had stunning blue eyes. Amanda’s eyes were brown. Of course, anyone could be the father.
But her attitude. The way she was accusing him without actually saying anything was highly odd. Was it possible that he had been wrong? That his doctors were wrong?
It didn’t seem likely because he had gone to Ciara’s father’s private clinic. They had all the latest technologies, so the chances of a false result were odd. But… what if?
He couldn’t think about it much because Ciara dragged him to her mother’s house for a meeting with the wedding planner. Yes, they were engaged, and things were moving fast. He didn’t care. He just wanted his parents to shut up about it.
The whole situation was insane. He had no idea why he was there when Ciara and her mother were picking up everything. When his new fiancée took a break, Mrs. Geoffrey focused on him. She talked a bit about the wedding, the future, how she always knew this day would come, etc.
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But suddenly, she said, “Oh, my god, and the babies you two will have. Precious!”
“Life’s too short for grudges.”
“Babies? Mrs. Geoffrey, I’m infertile. You should know that. I got tested at your husband’s clinic, and everyone knows,” Chris explained, frowning.
“What? No, that was just our plan,” Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, waving her hand.
“Plan?” Chris asked, his voice turning to ice.
Mrs. Geoffrey seemed only to realize then what she had said. Her face turned white, and her hand flew to her mouth. “I mean…. Ehhh, no. Those things have errors… I think IVF can work…” she stuttered through her words.
And Chris knew everything right away.
Ciara walked back. “OK, let’s continue,” she said, not reading the room.
“Darling, I’m glad you tricked me, and I get to marry you now,” he said unexpectedly. Ciara’s head turned to him quickly.
“You know about that?” she asked, starting to smile.
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“Ciara, no!” her mother whispered.
Chris rose from the couch. “Goodbye. I hope you two rot in hell.”
***
Chris got the entire story from his mother, who was on the phone while he drove to Amanda’s apartment. Luckily, she had never moved out of their shared place, and he still had a copy of the key.
“Chris, you don’t understand!” she wailed, and he didn’t care. He demanded the truth.
His results were indeed a plan. A ruse. A scheme. A betrayal. It was all designed so he would dump Amanda and go to Ciara. Somehow, his mother had discovered how much Amanda wanted to have children. They thought they would separate from the news.
But their plan went even better after Amanda’s pregnancy announcement. Mrs. Castillo mustered her best acting and put on that show. Everyone knew. His parents, Ciara’s parents, and the technician they had paid off and fired later to give the erroneous results. His doctor had even been deceived because he had only seen the fake labs and images.
“You will never see me again,” he told his mother and hung up.
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He knocked, realized Amanda was not home, and decided to go in. He entered the second room and saw the beautiful space she had built for their son. It was blue. There were clouds painted on the walls and toys lying around.
Chris also walked into their bedroom and saw that everything was mostly the same. He sat down on her side of the bed and wanted to break down in tears. But he had to contain himself and think hard. How am I going to win her back and apologize for everything? Will she believe me? he pondered, but the tears showed up, and they wouldn’t stop.
Eventually, he fell asleep.
***
“AAAAH!” Amanda yelled after turning on the light in her room. “Get out of here! I’m calling the police!”
“Amanda!” Chris rushed out of the bed. “Amanda! Amanda! It’s me!”
“Chris! Hell! How could you just walk in here? Are you insane? I was about to grab a knife!” Amanda yelled and hit his shoulder slightly; then she saw his tear-streaked face. “Why are you here in the first place?”
“We need to talk…” he looked down, wetting his parched lips.
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***
“I guess… I’m not surprised, but it’s… still… so unbelievable,” she said after telling her the entire story.
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve believed you. I should’ve asked for more tests. I was shocked by the news, and I didn’t know if you would leave me because you always wanted a family. I was an idiot.”
“Yeah, you were,” Amanda agreed. “But I guess it finally makes sense. Like… everything fits. I’m not saying it’s right. But I get it.”
“Is there any way you can forgive me?”
“Life’s too short for grudges.”
“And is there any way I can be in his life?”
“That I don’t know,” Amanda looked down. “It’s been… hard. It’s been lonely. It’s not what we planned together. I don’t know if there’s any going back.”
She had held back tears until now, as the moisture ran slowly down her face as she remembered all that had happened in almost two years. Chris cried with her.
“I know it’ll take me forever, but I will make this up to you. No matter what happens… even if you and I can’t pick up where we left off, you and him are my family. My only family,” he swore, and Amanda looked into his aching, puffy eyes and knew that he was determined.
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“First… you should meet Paul, your son,” Amanda began, wiping her face. “And then, we probably need to think about suing Mr. Geoffrey.”
Chris laughed and cried at the same time. She was her cheerful self despite everything, and as usual, she was right. He needed a lawyer.
What can we learn from this story?
- Always get a second opinion. There can always be false results in the medical field, so you should always check with someone else when a diagnosis seems too drastic.
- Give your partner the benefit of the doubt and let them explain. Chris could’ve saved himself so much pain if he had allowed Amanda to speak. The scheme might’ve been discovered immediately.
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