When Mariam bought a second-hand baby stroller for her daughter, she thought she was merely salvaging what little hope life had left her. But inside the tattered buggy lay something unexpected. An envelope that would change everything.
The road shimmered in the heat of the midday sun as Mariam pushed the second-hand baby stroller she’d just bought for a steal.
Her eyes stung, and tears trickled silently, splattering onto her trembling hands.
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She looked down at the stroller. It had worn-out handles, faded fabric, and scuffed wheels. It wasn’t something she would’ve ever wanted for her baby, but life had other plans.
Before this cruel twist of fate, Mariam had been a different woman.
She dreamed of pink nurseries adorned with soft toys, tiny dresses neatly folded in a white oak dresser, and a crib that would rock her baby to sleep.
And a stroller that was supposed to be beautiful.
But Mariam’s dreams had shattered, blown away like dust in the wind.
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The memories of her high school days drifted into her mind as she walked.
That’s when she’d met John. They fell in love quickly, sharing dreams of a simple life together.
Soon, John proposed with a modest ring, and Mariam didn’t care that they had little to their names.
After their wedding, they moved into a small apartment. Mariam worked in the warehouse of a clothing store while John worked as a cashier at a local grocery store.
They didn’t have much, but they made it work.
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Late-night laughter and cheap dinners carried them through until the day Mariam saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test.
John was super happy after learning about their baby, and so was Mariam.
From that day on, John worked twice as hard. He picked up double shifts, leaving for work before the sun rose and coming home after Mariam had fallen asleep.
Mariam continued working, too, until her swollen belly made it impossible.
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Together, they pooled their savings, pinched every penny, and finally bought a small house. Holding the keys to their new house, they stood in the doorway, teary-eyed and grateful.
“Can you believe it, John?” Mariam whispered. “We did it. We made it.”
John kissed her forehead. “This is just the beginning, Mariam.”
But Mariam didn’t know then that life was waiting to take everything back in an instant.
It all happened on an ordinary Tuesday evening.
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Mariam was seven months pregnant when she walked into the hospital for a routine scan. She had been there countless times before, but something about that day felt different.
The doctor glanced around the room. “Where’s your husband today, Mariam?”
“Oh, he couldn’t come,” Mariam replied with a smile. “He’s working a double shift. He wanted to be here, but we need the money.”
The doctor nodded, continuing with the ultrasound as Mariam lay there, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing outside.
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An hour later, as Mariam stepped out of the hospital and into the bright afternoon sun, her phone rang. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but she answered it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Mariam?” A voice on the other end asked, serious and clipped.
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“I’m calling from the STSV Hospital. Ma’am, your husband, John, has been in an accident. You need to come here immediately.”
Mariam froze. The ground seemed to shift beneath her feet.
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“N-N-No, you’ve got it wrong,” she stammered, clutching the phone tightly. “My husband just called me… an hour ago. It can’t be him. You’re mistaken!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we need you to come as soon as you can,” the voice repeated.
Her heart slammed against her chest as she staggered backward, her legs giving way beneath her. A dull ringing filled her ears as the phone slipped from her hands. People hurried past, staring, but Mariam didn’t see them.
Everything around her blurred into nothingness.
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When she opened her eyes again, Mariam was lying in a sterile white hospital room. The hum of machines surrounded her.
And then she felt it as her hands drifted to her stomach. Her bump was gone.
“No!” she cried out, bolting upright. “Where’s my baby? Where’s my baby?”
A nurse rushed to her side. “Calm down, Mariam. Your baby is safe.”
“Safe? What happened? Where is she?”
“You collapsed outside the hospital. We had to perform an emergency C-section to save the baby. She’s premature, but stable in the NICU.”
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She felt relieved, but the feeling faded as soon as she thought of John.
“Where’s John?” she whispered hoarsely. “Where’s my husband?”
The nurse hesitated. “He’s… he’s safe, Mariam. He’s in a nearby hospital. He’s been injured, but you’ll be able to see him soon.”
As soon as she was strong enough to leave her bed, Mariam demanded to see John. A doctor escorted her to the hospital where he’d been taken.
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That’s where she learned something that turned her world upside down.
“Mrs. Green, I’ll be honest with you,” the doctor said gently. “Your husband’s injuries were severe. The accident damaged his spine… he’s paralyzed from the waist down.”
When she met him in the hospital room, the look on his face told her he knew everything. So, she decided to stay strong for him and told him everything was going to be okay.
She told him they’d manage everything even if he couldn’t walk.
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But John just stared at the wall as she talked to him. He didn’t even respond when she told him about baby Heidi.
After a few weeks, she brought John and Heidi home.
John sat silently in his wheelchair, his once-bright smile replaced by a heavy frown. The man who had once worked tirelessly for their future now barely spoke.
Mariam didn’t blame him. How could she? But she knew she had no choice. With John unable to work, it was up to her to keep their family afloat.
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A week later, she was back at the warehouse, working long shifts to earn whatever she could. Sleepless nights caring for Heidi were followed by grueling days on her feet, but Mariam kept going.
One afternoon, as she counted the last few crumpled bills in her purse, she knew she had to buy something for her baby girl. She wanted to buy a stroller because carrying her baby everywhere was wearing her down.
So, she decided to visit the flea market that day.
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The market bustled with life as Mariam walked slowly with Heidi in her arms. Soon, her gaze landed on a baby stroller tucked between an old rocking chair and a stack of dusty books.
The frame was sturdy, the wheels still turned, and the faded fabric looked clean enough. It wasn’t brand new, but it would do.
“How much?” she asked the vendor.
“Ten dollars,” the man replied.
Mariam exhaled in relief. She handed over her last ten-dollar bill.
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Then, she brushed Heidi’s hair with her fingers and smiled.
“Ah, finally, sweetie,” Mariam cooed. “Mommy got you a new buggy. We’ll go home, clean it up, and then you can rest in it, alright?”
Once home, Mariam set Heidi on the couch and carefully inspected the stroller. It needed a good dusting, so she grabbed a rag and started wiping it down.
As her cloth ran over the padded seat, she heard the sound of something crackling.
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“What is that noise?” Mariam muttered, stopping. She ran her hand over the seat again and heard the same faint crunching sound.
“Is there something… inside?”
Mariam’s fingers dug into the edges of the padded seat, tugging it free. Her breath hitched when she felt something hard tucked beneath it.
“What on earth?”
John, seated nearby, glanced at her curiously. “What’s going on?”
“I… I don’t know.” Mariam’s voice trembled as she pulled out an envelope. It was thick, crinkled, and sealed tightly.
Her eyes widened as she read the words scrawled across it.
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From one poor mother to another.
Mariam’s hand trembled as she tore open the envelope.
“Oh my…” she said as her gaze landed on what was inside.
The envelope had ten $100 bills.
Behind them was a folded piece of paper. When Mariam unfolded it, she realized it was a letter.
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“You probably bought this stroller because you’re not experiencing the best times in your life,” she read aloud. “Well, everybody has hard times, but you need to have hope because no storm is permanent. Here’s a little help from me to you. If you don’t wish to take it, you can always think of others in need of this money more than you. Decide wisely, and if you still do not want this money, then send it to the homeless shelter’s address mentioned here.”
John wheeled closer and looked at the $100 bills.
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“There’s a lot of money here,” he said quietly. “Who leaves money in an old stroller?”
“I don’t know,” Mariam replied, shaking her head.
Then, her gaze landed on her baby girl, and she thought of keeping the money for a moment.
But then a pang of guilt gnawed at her heart.
“At least I have a home and something to eat,” she murmured. “There are people who need this more than I do.”
“What are you talking about?” John frowned. “Mariam, we can’t just give it away. Do you know what this could mean for us?”
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“I know, John,” she said. “But I also know there are families out there with nothing. I’ll send it to the shelter tomorrow. It’s the right thing to do.”
The next morning, Mariam tucked the envelope into her purse and mailed it to the address in the note. She returned home with a strange peace in her heart, though John’s disappointment lingered silently between them.
Weeks passed. Life continued, hard as ever, until one afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Mariam opened it and gasped.
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Standing on the doorstep was an older woman in expensive clothes, her presence striking and unexpected.
“Hello there,” the woman said with a kind smile. “I’m Margot.”
“Uh, hi,” Mariam said. “Can I help you?”
“I hope you like the stroller you bought.”
“The stroller?” Mariam asked with wide eyes. “How did you know?”
“I had that stroller before,” Margot said. “And I put the $1,000 in it.”
“It was you?” Mariam asked. “Oh my God… Thank you so much for your kindness, but I didn’t keep the money. I—”
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“I know what you did with it, Mariam,” Margot said. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Please come in,” Mariam said, unsure of how the woman knew her name.
As Margot stepped inside the house, she glanced around at the peeling paint and old furniture. Then, she told Mariam why she was there.
“You see, dear, my husband and I tried for years to have a child,” Margot began. “When we finally had our daughter, she was the light of our lives. But she was taken from us far too soon. I thought I’d never find purpose again after losing her… and then my husband passed, too.”
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“I’m so sorry,” Mariam whispered, her heart aching for the woman.
“Before my husband died, he told me, ‘Darling, don’t let the world blind you. Not all that glitters is gold. There are people out there with true hearts of gold.’” Margot continued. “Those words stayed with me. So, I began a little experiment. I hid money in timeworn items at flea markets, leaving notes behind to see who would take it.”
“You did all that to… test people?” Mariam asked.
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“No,” Margot said. “I did that to find someone who’d prove that honesty still exists. And you did that.”
“But I just did the right thing,” Mariam said.
“And that’s exactly why I’m here,” Margot announced. “I run one of the largest apparel brands in the country. I’ve been looking for someone trustworthy, someone deserving, to help run my company. You’ve proven you’re that person.”
Run her company? Mariam thought. Am I dreaming?
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It was only a matter of a few moments that Mariam realized Margot wanted to hire her because of her honesty. She told Mariam there would be a training program after which Mariam would be able to join the company.
Margot even offered a pay that Mariam thought was too good to be true.
“Here are my contact details,” Margot said as she extended her visiting card to Mariam. “Call me when you’re ready, okay?”
“Thank you,” Mariam said. “I’ll definitely call you.”
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And that was the day Mariam’s life changed for the better. She accepted the offer and soon enrolled in the training program that would lead her to her dream job.
She couldn’t believe how a stroller and a little bit of honesty changed her life for the better.
If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: When my mother-in-law destroyed the stroller we bought for our newborn son, I was furious and heartbroken. I thought it was one of her usual stunts until she revealed the chilling reason behind her actions.
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.
I Got a Call from an Unknown Number and Overheard My Husband Say, ‘My Wife’s Cooking and Cleaning Toilets While I’m Here with You, My Love’
When my husband told me he had a work party to go to, I never suspected anything untoward until I received a call that made me stop in my tracks! What I heard on the other line had me grabbing my car keys to confront him and packing his things the next day!
You’d think after ten years of marriage, I’d know my husband, Brian, inside out. But last week, I learned that even a decade together can’t shield you from betrayal—or the satisfaction of watching karma deliver a perfect punch!
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It started innocently enough. On a Thursday evening, Brian walked through the door humming a tune, a rare spring in his step. “Big news!” he announced. “The company’s throwing a work party tomorrow night, a team bonding thing. Strictly employees.”
He kissed my forehead and dropped his briefcase on the floor.
“It’s going to be boring, so don’t worry about coming. Just numbers talk and small talk.”
I raised an eyebrow.
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Brian wasn’t exactly the party type. His idea of fun was watching golf on TV, but I shrugged it off.
“Fine by me,” I said, my mind already spinning through tomorrow’s tasks.
The next morning, Brian was sweeter than usual. Too sweet, if I’m honest. While I cooked breakfast, he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and murmured, “You know you’re amazing, right?”
“What’s all this?” I asked with a laugh. “Trying to earn brownie points?”
“Maybe.” He handed me his favorite white shirt, the one with the annoying button that always came loose.
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“Can you iron this for me? And, oh, while I’m gone, could you make lasagna? The one with the extra cheese? You know how much I love it.”
“Anything else, Your Highness?” I teased.
“Actually, yes.” He winked while looking smug. “Could you clean and tidy up the bathrooms? You know I like the place spotless. And it wouldn’t hurt to get them spick and span just in case… guests, you know?”
I rolled my eyes but laughed along. My husband had his quirks, and for all his little diva requests, I thought he was harmless. If only I’d known…
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That day, I threw myself into my chores. The vacuum buzzed, the washing machine churned, and the smell of baking lasagna filled the house. My cleaning playlist kept me company, and for a while, life felt… normal.
I was so deep into my work that I didn’t even notice the day had gone by until my phone rang.
The number was unfamiliar, and for a split second, I toyed with ignoring it, not wanting to be disturbed. But I picked it up anyway. “Hello?”
At first, all I could hear was music, noise, and muffled laughter. I frowned, thinking it might be a prank. But then I heard Brian’s voice. Clear as day…
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“My wife?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “She’s probably cooking and scrubbing toilets or something. She’s so predictable! Meanwhile, I’m here with you, my love.”
I then heard a woman giggling, and my stomach sank.
I froze, the phone pressed to my ear as my world tilted on its axis. Then, the line went dead. A second later, a text came through with a single address. No words, just a location. The address wasn’t familiar, but something deep inside me knew. This wasn’t a work party. This wasn’t harmless.
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My pulse pounded as I stared at the screen. I had a moment of questioning things like was this real? Could Brian, my Brian, really be this cruel?
I didn’t cry. Not yet. Instead, I threw on a coat, furiously grabbed my keys, and drove straight to the address without thinking twice. The lasagna, which I switched off, could wait. If Brian thought I’d stay home like a clueless fool, he had another thing coming!
I knew that this could all be a prank or something else innocent, but I couldn’t risk not knowing if my husband was really cheating on me. So I had to go see for myself. The GPS led me to a sleek Airbnb on the other side of town.
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The place screamed “luxury,” with its grand entrance, sparkling windows, and pristine landscaping. A collection of fancy cars was parked in the driveway, and inside, I could see a crowd of people laughing and drinking.
My stomach churned as I scanned the faces. Either Brian was about to get the surprise of his life, or maybe I was. We’d see in a minute. As I walked to the door, a doorman blocked my path, asking, “Can I help you, ma’am?”
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Fake smiling, I replied, “Hi, yes, I just came to drop something off for my husband quickly,” I said, gesturing to the toilet brush and cleaner in the bucket I held. Confused, the doorman stared at me and then my bucket.
“Look, he’s the tall guy in the white T-shirt,” I explained.
The doorman didn’t seem convinced but figured I wasn’t harmful, so he stepped aside to let me in. Everyone turned around and stared at me, looking all disheveled from cleaning and cooking, with a bucket in hand.
And then I saw him…
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My husband stood in the middle of the room, his arm casually draped around a young woman in a tight red dress. He looked more alive than I’d seen him in years, laughing and sipping champagne like he didn’t have a care in the world!
Every part of me wanted to rush over to him and let loose, but another part whispered, “Be smart. Don’t just react. Make it count.” Brian spotted me almost instantly. His face drained of color, and he took a step back, nearly spilling his drink!
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“Emily?” he stammered, pulling away from the woman at his side. “What… what are you doing here?”
“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, my voice loud enough for the room to hear. “You left something at home.”
Brian blinked, confused. I reached into the bucket and pulled out rubber gloves, a toilet brush, and a bottle of toilet cleaner I’d brought with me.
“Since you like talking about my cleaning skills, I figured you might need these to clean up this mess you’ve made of our marriage.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. The woman in red took a step away from Brian, looking mortified. But I wasn’t done.
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“You know,” I said, turning to the room, “Brian loves to play the doting husband at home. But as you can see, he’s more interested in playing house with whoever strokes his ego.”
“Emily,” Brian said, his voice low and desperate. “Can we go outside and talk?”
“Oh no,” I said sharply. “You didn’t care about privacy when you were mocking me behind my back. Why start now?”
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I turned to the crowd, addressing them like an audience at a theater.
“Enjoy the party, everyone. Just remember: if he cheats with you, he’ll cheat on you!”
And with that, I dropped the bucket near his feet and walked out, my heels clicking against the marble floor. But as I reached my car, my phone buzzed again. The same unknown number.
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“You deserve to know the truth,” the message read. “I’m sorry it had to be this way.”
My hands trembled as I called the number. I realized I never bothered to find out who had given me the tip and why. Was it a woman Brian cheated with who now felt spiteful? Or perhaps someone who wanted him for themselves?
Heck! For all I knew, it could’ve been the woman Brian was with, trying to put a spanner in the works so she could get him for herself.
The phone didn’t ring long before a woman answered. “Hello?”
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“Who is this?” I demanded.
“My name’s Valerie,” she said after a pause. “I… used to work with Brian.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because someone had to,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I’ve been watching him lie and cheat for months. Bragging about you, laughing about how ‘easy’ it is to fool you. It made me sick.”
I swallowed hard. “How did you even get my number?”
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“I left the company a month ago for greener pastures after working to secure the venue for the office party,” she admitted. “But before I quit, I saw what kind of man he is. I found your number in the emergency contact database. I know it was wrong, but you needed to know. My husband, Ted, was the same way. I left him two years ago and vowed never to stand by and see the same thing happen to another woman.”
Her words hit me like a freight train.
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“I got another female colleague to attend the party and shadow Brian, at the opportune moment, she called you and let you hear him berate you before giving me back my phone. I’ve been hiding outside the venue in my car, waiting for you to arrive and confront him once and for all. You deserved the truth, Emily.”
I should’ve been angry—should’ve felt violated—but all I felt was gratitude.
“Thank you,” I whispered before hanging up. I was ready to go home and lick my wounds and felt it pointless to meet Valerie. She’d played her part, and now it was time for me to play mine.
An angry woman in her car | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, I woke up with a clarity I hadn’t felt in years! Brian’s belongings were packed and waiting outside the door. When he came home last night, his key wouldn’t fit the lock because I put a keyhole cover we had in the house.
I don’t know and don’t care where he slept last night. His phone buzzed with a single text from me that morning: “Enjoy.”
A shocked man after looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney
And for the first time in a long time, I smiled. Not because of revenge, but because I finally took back control of my life. Divorce was the next thing on my to-do list that day, and I couldn’t wait to take him for all he’s worth!
A happy woman sitting at home | Source: Midjourney
If that story was up your alley, then you might like the next one about a wife who suspected her husband of cheating when he suddenly insisted on sleeping in the car. One night, she followed him and discovered something more disturbing than just cheating…
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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