Gina fica furiosa ao saber que sua nora pune seus netos usando ela e sua casa. No entanto, ela garante que seus netos se sintam confortáveis e protegidos com ela em vez de gritar com eles. Mais tarde, ela dá uma lição para sua nora que ela nunca vai esquecer.
Jacob, você comeu aquele doce que a mamãe estava guardando para o papai, e essa é a única razão pela qual estamos aqui. A mamãe te avisou para não fazer isso!” Algo que meu neto Thomas disse ao irmão mais novo chamou minha atenção.
Na cozinha, parei no meio do caminho entre a geladeira e o balcão, ouvindo se havia algum som adicional. O pensamento de que eu poderia ter ouvido Thomas direito fez meu coração afundar, pois significava que meus netos não queriam realmente vir aqui.
Caminhei lentamente em direção a eles, tentando parecer despreocupado.
“O que você quer dizer com isso, querida?”, perguntei.
Thomas levantou a cabeça, os olhos arregalados de medo de ser descoberto.
Ele disse: “Ah, nada, vovó”, um tanto abruptamente.
“Não, sério, está tudo bem,” eu me ajoelhei até o nível deles e pressionei suavemente. “Você pode me contar qualquer coisa.”
Thomas olhou para Jacob, que segurava seu brinquedo com força e mordiscava o lábio desconfortavelmente.
“Bem, toda vez que fazemos algo travesso, ou pedimos algo que não deveríamos…” Thomas fez uma pausa.
“Claro, vá em frente”, eu insisti suavemente.
“Mamãe disse que nos mandará para ‘a casa daquela bruxa’.”
“Aquela bruxa?” Atordoado, repeti.
Amanda, minha nora, nunca me demonstrou afeição, mas contar esse tipo de história para as crianças? Era tão cortante quanto uma faca no peito. Meu objetivo sempre foi proporcionar aos meus netos um ambiente seguro e acolhedor em minha casa.
Mas o que era isso?
para descobrir que Amanda estava influenciando as percepções das pessoas para que fossem contra mim?
Respirando fundo, tentei controlar minha voz. Fiquei pensando no que meus netos pensavam de mim, e meu coração caiu.
Ah, querida, eu disse. “Eu nunca quis que você visse minha casa como uma fonte de punição. Você não tem obrigação de vir aqui se não quiser.”
“Mas nós gostamos daqui!” Thomas deixou escapar. “Mamãe acabou de nos avisar que este lugar pode ser amaldiçoado. E não é uma coisa horrível ser amaldiçoado? É horrível.”
Isso era excessivo. Isso era simplesmente absurdo demais. A frieza de Amanda comigo era tolerável, mas trazer as crianças para isso era demais. Isso estava começando a ficar pessoal.
Eu precisava de uma estratégia para demonstrar genuinamente a Amanda que eu não permitiria que ela sabotasse meu relacionamento com meus netos e para lembrá-la da importância dos valores familiares.
Cumprimentei os meninos com um sorriso agradável e um ar de mistério na próxima vez que eles apareceram.
Eu disse a eles: “Vamos, vamos comer uma torta.” “Mas eu também tenho um segredo para compartilhar com vocês.”
Seus olhos enormes me observavam.
“O que foi, vovó?” Com um tom cheio de admiração, Jacob perguntou.
Baixei a voz para um sussurro de conspiração.
“Sua mãe estava certa”, comentei. “Eu sou uma bruxa.”
Os olhos de Jake se arregalaram e Thomas soltou um grito.
“Mas não se preocupe,” eu disse apressadamente. “Eu nunca te machucaria. Eu vou te ensinar mágica, na verdade.”
“Sério?” Com uma pitada de suspeita misturada com ansiedade, Thomas questionou.
“Sim, é verdade”, eu disse, guiando-os até minha oficina de mago improvisada na sala de estar.
Praticamos truques básicos de mágica, assistimos a tutoriais de truques de mágica no YouTube e fizemos “poções” com bicarbonato de sódio, corante alimentício e várias plantas e temperos que eu tinha espalhados pela cozinha.
Os meninos ficaram totalmente cativados.
“Vovó, isso é tão legal!” Uma pequena ‘poção’ borbulhou e borbulhou, e Jacob exclamou.
Dei-lhe um pequeno aceno e comentei: “Estou feliz que você pense assim.” “Vocês dois são bruxos muito talentosos.”
Os meninos começaram a ficar ansiosos para me ver conforme os dias passavam. Um dia, meu filho Brian ligou e me contou tudo.
“Não sei o que você está fazendo, mãe”, ele respondeu. “No entanto, os meninos adoram estar lá. Eles estão constantemente pedindo para Amanda ou eu deixá-los lá.”
Com um sorriso distraído, respondi: “Estou tão feliz, querida.”
Eu já havia instruído os meninos a manterem nossos truques e a preparação de poções em segredo de seus pais. Não que eu estivesse escondendo algo de você ou algo assim. Eu simplesmente queria adiar a revelação até o momento ideal.
“O que vocês fazem?” , Brian perguntou curioso.
“Passamos tempo juntos e eu os deixo ser crianças”, respondi.
Um dia, os meninos imploraram para a mãe deixá-los passar a noite lá, pouco antes de Amanda chegar para buscá-los.
“Não, rapazes,” ela comentou duramente. “Temos que começar cedo amanhã, e eu não posso voltar para este lado da cidade.”
Os rapazes, no entanto, persistiram em seus gritos e súplicas.
Com um tom sarcástico, respondi: “Ah, acho que você está sendo punida sendo levada para casa”, olhando para Amanda.
Minhas palavras foram reconhecidas como sendo dela, e ela empalideceu.
“Gina, não era essa minha intenção quando disse isso”, ela gaguejou.
“Olha, Amanda, podemos discutir, mas não ouse envolver as crianças nisso. Por que você as regalaria com histórias sobre mim também? Isso é completamente inapropriado.”
Com um olhar de humilhação e culpa cobrindo suas feições delicadas, ela olhou para baixo.
“Eu não percebi o que eu disse”, Amanda continuou. “Eu só disse isso por raiva porque os meninos estavam sendo turbulentos.”
“É só que eu quero que eles se sintam amados e seguros aqui”, eu disse. “Podemos concordar com isso?”
Minha nora assentiu, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas.
“Claro, Gina, eu concordo. Sério, peço desculpas.”
“Eu aceito suas desculpas,” eu disse calmamente. “Mas agora precisamos seguir em frente, pelo bem deles.”
Depois disso, Amanda e eu experimentamos uma calma momentânea, e as visitas dos meninos não tinham a ansiedade ameaçadora pairando sobre eles. Nós nos divertimos muito rindo e aproveitando a companhia um do outro, com um certo charme envolvendo cada visita.
Coloquei os meninos para dormir uma noite para que Brian e Amanda pudessem ter um encontro. Os meninos iriam passar a noite comigo.
“Vovó, você é realmente uma bruxa?” Jacob perguntou baixinho.
Sorrindo, tirei uma mecha de cabelo da testa dele.
“Não, meu querido filho”, respondi. “Não estou. No entanto, se você acredita em magia, ela existe. Ela é encontrada em nossa afeição compartilhada, em nosso prazer e nas memórias que criamos.”
Jacob, que estava meio dormindo, comentou: “Vovó, eu gosto do seu tipo de magia.” “É menos assustador do que as maldições.”
Apaguei a luz e acrescentei: “Eu amo vocês dois, muito.”
Ainda entusiasmados com suas mais novas descobertas “mágicas” , os meninos correram para a cozinha enquanto eu preparava o café da manhã na manhã seguinte.
“Vovó, podemos fazer mais poções hoje?” Com os olhos correndo pela cozinha para ver o que eu tinha nos balcões, Jacob perguntou.
“Obviamente,” eu ri. “Mas primeiro, que tal umas panquecas?”
Houve uma batida na porta enquanto nos preparávamos para jantar. Amanda estava ali, cautelosa, mas cheia de esperança.
Ela murmurou, “Bom dia,” calmamente. “Eu estava esperando me juntar a você para o café da manhã.”
“Por favor, entre”, eu disse a ela. “Estamos prestes a começar.”
Amanda ouviu os meninos falando animadamente sobre suas façanhas fantásticas enquanto comíamos. Com um calor verdadeiro em seus olhos que eu não tinha notado antes, ela sorriu.
Ela murmurou, “Obrigada,” enquanto os meninos iam brincar lá fora. “Por tudo.”
“É tudo por eles”, olhei de volta para ela. “Eles merecem se sentir amados e felizes.”
“E eu sinto muito pelo que eu disse antes”, ela respondeu. “Eu cometi o erro de retratar sua casa como um covil de punição. De jeito nenhum. Na verdade, é mais aconchegante e quente que a nossa.”
Amanda fez um esforço para se comunicar mais comigo nas semanas seguintes. Sempre que podia, ela tentava convidar os rapazes e sempre trazia assados.
Brian comentou uma vez, “Ela está tentando, mãe,” quando chegou para pegar os meninos. Ela parecia ansiosa para visitar e passar um tempo com você e os meninos, como você pode ver. Isso significa muito para ela.
Dei um sorriso ao meu filho.
“Já era hora”, declarei.
Como você teria respondido nessa situação?
I Was Horrified My Daughter Was Marrying an Old Man—Until the Real Truth Came Out
My 18-year-old daughter fell in love with a 60-year-old man and planned to marry him, even though I didn’t agree. She insisted she was deeply in love with him. I was shocked when I found out a disturbing truth about him.
One afternoon, as the sun lit up the living room, I was going through some mail when Serena, my daughter, came home early from her part-time job. She walked in with her usual energy, bringing the scent of vanilla with her. I always looked forward to her monthly visits.
Hey, Dad! You won’t believe what happened with my roommate, Jessica…” she started, but quickly noticed I seemed off. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Come on in,” I replied.
“So,” I said, trying to focus, “you were saying…”
“Yeah, Dad. Actually… I met someone, and he’s really nice and caring. His name is Edison. He really loves me, and we want to get married. But there’s something…”
“But what?”
“He’s sixty.”
The word “sixty” hit me like a shock. My daughter, just eighteen, in love with someone almost three times her age? Worry and disbelief flooded my mind. “Sixty, Serena? That’s… can’t you see the problem here?”
“Age doesn’t matter when it comes to love, Dad. Edison understands me and believes in me.”
“But Serena, what about the future? He’s so much older.”
“Love isn’t about numbers, Dad. It’s about feeling seen, loved, and cared for, and Edison makes me feel that way,” Serena said with a trembling voice. “Please, can you meet him just once? I promise, you’ll like him.”
I was speechless. Did Serena really understand what she was getting into? Still, I couldn’t say no to her request. What harm could one meeting do? I agreed to meet this Edison guy.
The next night at Edison’s place, I needed some air and stepped out onto the balcony. That’s when I overheard a conversation. “Annie, come on now,” I heard Edison’s smooth voice. “I’m your brother. You know me. It’s just harmless fun, a chance to win a little extra.”
“This is reckless, Edison,” a woman, likely Annie, responded sharply. “You’re playing with that girl’s feelings for some ‘harmless fun.’”
A cold feeling gripped me. “What are you talking about?” Edison snapped.
“The bet, Edison,” Annie hissed. “You think marrying a naive girl will make easy money to pay off your debts?”
My heart sank. Edison was using my daughter for a bet. I was furious.
I rushed back inside and found Serena. “Serena, we’ve been fooled! It’s all a game to him!” I blurted out.
“Dad, what are you talking about?” Serena looked confused, then shocked as I explained the bet.
“He’s lying to you, Serena! He’s just using you,” I said, my voice shaking.
But Serena got defensive. “You’re making this up! You never liked Edison! He cares for me… unlike you, Dad. After Mom passed, you chose your job over me. I felt so alone. I didn’t need nannies or boarding schools, Dad. I needed you.”
Her words cut deep, but I knew we had to focus on Edison’s lies.
Then Edison walked into the dining room. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I punched him in the face, shouting, “Stay away from my daughter, you creep!”
But Serena was furious. “Stop it, Dad! It’s my life, not yours!” she yelled, pushing me back. I knew, no matter what I said, she wouldn’t take my side. She was blinded by Edison’s fake love.
I left, heartbroken but determined. I had to protect my daughter. So, I reached out to a friend who’s a private investigator. A few days later, he handed me a report on Edison’s dark past—filled with failures and a serious gambling addiction.
This was my chance to show Serena the truth and save her.
The report mentioned Duke R., Edison’s former business partner, who’d been ruined by Edison’s bad choices. Duke often hung out at a small diner called Le Beans Café, just outside of town. I found Duke’s phone number in the report and gave him a call.
At Le Beans Café, under the dim lights, I met Duke. Life had been hard on him, but he was eager to share everything about Edison’s gambling problems. He wanted to help me protect Serena from Edison’s lies.
After talking to Duke, I decided to go to Edison’s favorite casino, pretending to be “Parker,” a wealthy Texan. I dressed the part and had my story straight. When I sat down at Edison’s table, I smiled.
“Welcome, Parker. Big game tonight. Feeling lucky?” Edison asked.
I played carefully, and eventually won with a royal flush, beating Edison’s hand. He tried to stay calm, but I could see he was shaken.
“Looks like beginner’s luck,” he growled.
“Or maybe some of us just know how to play,” I said, my smile widening as the realization dawned on Edison. “Surprised to see me?”
Edison went pale, finally understanding who I was. “Billy? What’s this about?”
“It’s about Serena. Leave her alone, and we’re square,” I said firmly, making it clear he had no options. “Or,” I added with a cold edge, “you can settle the debt right now. In cash. And let’s just say, I have some… unconventional ways of collecting.”
“Fine, I’ll stay away from her,” he muttered, clearly defeated.
I left the casino feeling like I had won, but something didn’t sit right. Edison gave in too easily, and deep down, I knew this wasn’t the last of it with Serena.
Fury surged through me as I listened to Serena’s voicemail yet again. Why wasn’t she answering my calls? In desperation, I called her friend Sarah, who cheerfully dropped a bombshell: “Oh, didn’t you hear? Serena’s engagement party with Edison is tonight. You should come, Mr. Thompson. It’s at The Grand Springs, starts at eight.”
“Engagement party? With Edison?” I was stunned.
“Yes! Didn’t Serena tell you?” Sarah replied, unaware of my shock.
I headed straight to The Grand Springs, my mind racing. When I arrived, the sight of Serena glowing with happiness beside Edison, who charmed the guests with ease, made my heart sink. My anger hit a boiling point as I approached Edison.
“We need to talk. Now,” I demanded, pulling him aside.
“Now? During the party?” Edison smirked, trying to brush me off. But I wasn’t in the mood for games. Grabbing his arm, I dragged him into a quiet bathroom, ready to confront him once and for all.
“You think you can just waltz in and take my daughter’s life?” I spat, pressing Edison against the wall, fury coursing through me.
“She loves me. And your dirty little secrets? They could destroy you,” Edison shot back with a sly grin, clearly aware of something about my past that could hurt me.
“But you’re not going to get her. Not on my watch!” I snapped, though the mention of my past mistakes left me rattled inside.
Edison, unfazed, straightened himself. “Two minutes, Thompson. Then I call security,” he warned, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You really think you can stop this, Daddykins? She loves me. She wants me. And if you even try something—if she sees a scratch on me—she’ll turn her back on you forever. Is that what you want, Thompson? To be completely abandoned by your sweet daughter?”
I stood there, torn. As much as I hated Edison, I knew he was right. Serena was already drifting away, and if I pushed her further, I might lose her forever.
Defeated and heartbroken, I ended up sitting outside, the bright city lights mocking my failure to save Serena from Edison’s lies. I buried my face in my hands, feeling utterly helpless.
As I sat there, lost in my own despair, a soft cough interrupted my thoughts. Looking up, I saw a woman standing nearby. She had tall, graceful posture, and her gray hair shimmered gently under the faint streetlight. Her expression was kind, but serious.
“You’re Mr. Thompson, right?” she asked quietly.
I blinked, recognizing her. “Annie? Edison’s sister?” I said, surprised.
She gave a small, knowing smile. “Yes. We’ve met before, back at Edison’s when you tried to protect your daughter,” she reminded me.
Without hesitating, I poured out the whole mess—how Edison was tricking Serena, manipulating her, and now had her on the brink of marrying him. “You know what he’s doing, don’t you?” I asked, my voice filled with desperation.
Annie nodded solemnly. “Yes. I’m aware.”
Annie clenched her fists, her anger toward Edison clear. “That conniving weasel,” she finally spat. “He’s wasted everything—our inheritance, my savings from years of performing… all gone to feed his gambling addiction.”
“We could stop him,” I said, sensing she might be open to helping me.
Annie raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you have in mind?”
I laid out my plan, hoping to convince her. I even offered her some money to get things moving. “Consider this a start,” I said, handing her the cash.
She looked at the money for a moment and then nodded. “I’m listening,” she said, her interest piqued.
We decided to move forward with the plan at the wedding. Annie blended in, pretending to be just another guest. The ceremony went smoothly until the crucial moment arrived—Edison was about to slip the ring onto Serena’s finger.
Suddenly, a young woman stood up from the crowd and shouted, “He’s a liar!”
As more people stood up, one by one, sharing their stories about Edison’s deceit, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Edison tried to keep his cool, but panic flashed across his face. “No, they’re lying! I don’t even know them,” he stammered, but the cracks in his facade were showing. Everyone was beginning to see who he truly was.
Our plan was working. What was supposed to be a wedding turned into a public unmasking of Edison’s evil deeds. His lies were exposed, leaving no place for him to hide.
In a moment of heavy tension, an older woman approached Serena. “Don’t fall for his tricks, dear. He’s nothing but trouble. Get away from him while you can! I’ve been a victim, too,” she said with conviction, her voice filled with the pain of past betrayal.
Watching through a video call, I saw the realization dawn on Serena’s face. Her world crumbled before her eyes. In a moment of heartbreak and clarity, she yanked off her wedding ring and threw it to the ground. Her dream of happiness shattered, but she had finally seen the truth.
The plan I had put together with Annie and her group of actors had worked perfectly. Exposing Edison’s true nature in front of everyone was the only way to save Serena from making a terrible mistake. She ran out of the church, heartbroken and overwhelmed, but it was the wake-up call she needed.
Things took an even more serious turn when the police arrived to arrest Edison. It was clear his time was up, and he would finally face the consequences for his lies and scams. Though getting Annie’s help had cost me a lot, the sight of my daughter free from Edison’s grip made every sacrifice worth it.
Later, when I met Serena at her place, it was an emotional moment. Tears filled her eyes as she apologized. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you,” she said, her voice breaking.
I hugged her tightly and handed her a plane ticket to Boston. “It’s time to start over, to chase your dream,” I said gently, reminding her of her passion for fashion design. It was the fresh start she needed, and I was grateful she was ready to move forward.
Serena looked at me with gratitude and hope in her eyes. “Thanks, Dad. I love you,” she said softly, and in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay.
This whole ordeal had reminded me how crucial it is to be present for our children, no matter what. I realized that if I had been more involved in Serena’s life, she might never have fallen for someone like Edison. The experience taught me a huge lesson about family, love, and responsibility.
From that day forward, I promised myself to make Serena my priority. We only get one chance to protect and guide our children, and I wasn’t going to let anything come between us again.
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