Alex was sitting in the park, lost in thought when he was interrupted by a voice from behind. “Please help my mother!” it begged. When Alex turned around, he saw a little girl crying bitterly. Alex was frozen in place by the mere sight of her. She looked so much like him!
Why did you do that, Charlotte? Why didn’t you just tell me you weren’t happy with me? Alex sighed as he reflected on the events of the previous night.
He’d arrived home early from work to surprise his wife on their wedding anniversary. But all of his excitement was dashed when he discovered her in their bedroom with another man. The man was holding her waist, and her arms were wrapped around him. After a brief moment, they clasped hands, kissed passionately, and didn’t stop until Alex barged into the room.
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“Is this what you do behind my back, Charlotte?” he lashed out at his wife, still holding the bouquet and cake he’d brought for the special day. “You’re cheating on me with a man half your age?!”
Charlotte, who didn’t expect Alex to be home so soon, was taken aback by his presence. “Oh, Alex…I…”
“You have one hour to leave this place, Charlotte, with that man! Run away as far as you can! I don’t want to see you again,” he threatened her and left the room. Then he ordered the guard to go into the house and make sure that behind his back, Charlotte didn’t take anything extra from his home.
Alex got into his car and drove all night aimlessly, stopping only once to refuel. Then, as his fuel gauge reminded him that he needed to fill up, he pulled over to a park and sat on a bench, lazy to go to the station again.
A quick glance at his wristwatch revealed that it was around 6 a.m. The park was as deserted as a cemetery, and he was glad he was alone there because the sad thoughts of his wife cheating on him hadn’t left him even after the long drive. He soon covered his face with his hands, attempting to calm himself and get over the events of the previous night.
Perhaps she never wanted a relationship. Maybe she was always after my money, he pondered.
Suddenly, a sobbing sound from behind interrupted his thoughts. “Sir, can you please help me? My mother needs help!” it said.
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Turning around, Alex noticed a small child holding a teddy bear. The sun had nearly risen, and the rays falling on the girl’s face froze Alex in place. No way! This isn’t possible! She can’t be… Wake up, Alex! You’re imagining things because you didn’t sleep last night!
“Sir,” she said again, pulling his jacket closer to her. “Please help my mom!”
What if she’s a member of one of those gangs that threaten and rob people? After all, what is she doing here alone at this hour of the morning?
“Umm…where is your mom? And what happened to her?” Alex asked, looking around for anything suspicious, but when he didn’t see anything dubious, he hurried after the girl.
As she walked to the back of the park and into the abandoned forest, Alex was constantly keeping his eye out, waiting for someone to jump out from around the corner and force him to hand in everything in his pockets. However, other than his car keys and a phone, he had nothing else to offer at the time.
As they moved deeper into the forest, the girl came to a halt in front of a massive oak tree. She then turned to Alex and motioned with her hands to the tree. “My mom… she’s there. She needs help!”
Seeing a human’s hand protruding from one corner of the tree, he quickened his pace and found a woman lying there unconscious. Squatting next to her, he touched her hand to check for a pulse. She was still alive and breathing, but her body was sweltering. He gently turned her over on her back and froze in shock once again. The woman was his first love, Camilla.
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He immediately dialed 911 and requested that an ambulance be dispatched to the scene. Then he dashed to his car to get his water bottle.
Having splashed water on the woman’s face, he tried to bring her to her senses, but she began shaking from the cold. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, holding her tightly in his arms.
“How did your mom come here, sweetie?” he asked the little girl, trying to control the tears in his eyes at having doubted her. “Where’s your father?”
“I don’t have anyone other than my mother,” the girl sniffed. “Will mommy be alright?”
“Of course she will!” Alex comforted the child.
When the ambulance arrived, the doctors examined Camilla quickly and loaded her onto a stretcher. They didn’t even ask Alex if he knew Camilla. “Is the child staying with you?” asked the orderly quickly. Alex nodded in agreement.
The little girl cried and asked to join her mother, but Alex promised her that he would definitely take her to her mother when she gets better. “I know your mom. She and I were close friends once, so don’t worry, okay?” he said gently. But the girl looked at him incredulously as they both walked to his car to head home.
When they arrived, Alex ordered the housekeeper to look after the little girl then left for the hospital. When Camilla awoke, she was shocked to see Alex at her bedside. “You? What are you doing here? And where’s my daughter?”
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“Please, Camilla, calm down. She’s at my house and safe. I can video call her right now if you want.”
“Yes! Do that!” Camilla cried. “I want to see her!” Camilla didn’t rest until she saw and spoke with her daughter on the phone. Once the call was over, she burst into tears. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Alex, but I really have none other than Kate in my life.”
“It’s all right, Camilla. For the time being, you should rest. The doctors said it was pneumonia, and you’re lucky your fever went down; otherwise, they’d have to keep you in the intensive care unit… By the way, how did you end up in the forest?”
“Actually, I always take that route because it’s like a shortcut to Kate’s kindergarten,” she admitted, her voice trembling with embarrassment. “I start early in the morning to save money on bus fare. It is difficult to raise a child on one’s own.”
“But where’s her father? Why doesn’t he take responsibility for his child?” Alex asked curiously.
Camilla fell silent. “Well…” Before she could say anything, doctors walked into the room and asked Alex to leave. They said Camilla would be under observation for a few days.
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During Camilla’s stay at the hospital, Alex visited her every day and looked after her. When she was discharged, he took her home, and during that phase, they became close involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Alex was constantly bothered by the thoughts of why Kate resembled him so much. He felt a strange affection for the young girl and he wanted to ask Camilla if his suspicion was true and Kate was his daughter. So he decided that after Camilla recovered completely, he would sit with her and talk about it. But fate had different plans.
One day, as he and Camilla were about to leave the house for a check-up, they ran into Charlotte, who’d come to discuss the divorce settlement with Alex.
Imagine her shock when she spotted her husband’s ex-lover at the house. “Oh! So you’re back together now? Is she the reason you were so eager to get rid of me, Alex, without even giving me a chance to explain myself?” She sneered.
“Well–” Before Alex could say anything, little Kate came running and hugged Alex. “Let’s go! But the doctor won’t give me those tablets, right?” she asked Alex curiously.
“Woah! Look at you! Aren’t you happy after kicking me out of the house? You have your lover and your daughter with you. What else do you want?” Charlotte mocked.
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“What?” Alex turned pale upon hearing Charlotte’s remark. “My daughter?” He looked at Camilla, who quickly averted her gaze and looked down.
“Oops! Looks like someone didn’t tell you the truth!” Charlotte added.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Alex asked, dumbfounded.
“I’ll tell you everything, Alex,” Camilla said in a quiet voice. “You go inside and play, honey. Mumma will come soon,” she added, turning to Kate, who happily followed her mom’s instructions and went inside. Then Camilla revealed the whole story to Alex.
It turns out Charlotte always knew Kate was Camilla and Alex’s child. She liked Alex a lot and decided to drive a wedge between him and Camilla. Hence, she asked one of her friends to take false photographs of Camilla with another man to convince him that Camila was cheating on him.
Alex was heartbroken when he saw those photographs of Camilla hugging and kissing another man and broke up with her. Charlotte saw this as the perfect opportunity and started dating Alex. They were childhood friends, after all, and their families were also convinced that they were perfect for each other. Meanwhile, Camila had not informed Alex of her pregnancy. She decided to raise their child alone after Alex left her.
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“I didn’t want to break your marriage, so even after I came here, I didn’t tell you about Kate,” Camila explained. “I had no idea you and Charlotte were divorcing.”
Alex started hating Charlotte even more after learning the whole truth. He not only divorced her but also made sure she received no money from his inheritance. Later, after the divorce case was resolved, he married Camilla and they lived happily together.
What can we learn from this story?
- You always meet people because you’re destined to and not by chance. Alex was destined to reunite with his lover and daughter, and that’s precisely what happened in the end.
- Karma is unavoidable. Charlotte thought she could get away with cheating on her husband, but in the end, karma reached her.
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I Found a Love Letter in My Wife’s Jeans, and It Ruined My Life in an Unexpected Way
Arthur’s discovery of a love letter in his wife Emily’s jeans ten years after their wedding led him on a quest to salvage their marriage, only to unearth a truth that shattered his plans and their life together.
My name is Arthur, and I’ve been married to Emily for a blissful ten years. We have a wonderful six-year-old daughter and live in a cozy home that’s always been our happy place.
I work from home as a graphic designer, which allows me to spend lots of time with my family.
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While I spend most days in my pajamas, Emily dresses up every morning before leaving for the local college where she works as a tutor. She’s passionate about her job, and I believe she’s really good at it.
Lately, though, I started to feel a change in the air. It wasn’t anything specific Emily said or did. I felt there was a newfound coldness in our relationship.
Previously, we used to chat about everything—the mundane details of our day, our daughter’s latest antics, or plans for the weekend. With time, these conversations faded and were replaced by polite nods and routine exchanges.
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One evening, as we were clearing the dinner table, I tried to break the ice. “Hey, how was your day? Anything interesting happened with your students?” I asked, trying to reconnect.
She just smiled weakly and replied, “Oh, the usual stuff, nothing worth mentioning.”
Her brief reply felt like a wall going up, making me feel more distant than ever. It was clear that something was off, but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.
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Emily and I both do chores. It was my turn to do the laundry last Saturday. As usual, I gathered all the clothes scattered around our home and began sorting them. At that point, I had no idea that my heart was about to get broken.
As I emptied the pockets of Emily’s jeans, a folded piece of paper caught my attention. Curious, I unfolded it and found myself staring at a love letter. She didn’t write it to me but to someone named Mark.
“I love you always and forever,” Emily wrote in that letter, and I recognized her handwriting immediately. Those six words pierced my heart as my face turned pale. I felt a range of emotions—anger, betrayal, and heartbreak, all at once.
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I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath, preparing myself to read the text that I knew would break my heart into a million pieces. I sat on the cold floor of our laundry room and read the letter carefully.
“To Mark,
Meeting you transformed my life. The way you make me feel is hard to explain. You have a remarkable ability to make me feel beautiful, valued, worthy, and loved. If I could only give you one thing in this life, it would be the ability to see yourself through my eyes so you could realize how special you are to me.
I love you always and forever.”
My hands trembled as I read the words, and a wave of heartbreak washed over me. How could my wife share such intimate, loving words with someone else?
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As hundreds of painful questions popped into my mind, I whispered to myself, “How long has this been going on?” I couldn’t believe Emily was involved with someone else, but the letter in my hands was a stark, undeniable token of infidelity that I couldn’t just ignore.
Fuming with anger, I wanted to confront Emily immediately but decided to teach her a lesson instead. Little did I know that was the worst decision I could have ever made.
Holding the letter in my hand, I went to my mother’s house. She’s a well-known lawyer in our city, and I trusted her judgment implicitly. When I showed her the letter and explained the situation, her reaction was immediate and intense.
“Arthur, this is clear evidence of her infidelity. You should consider filing for divorce. I’ll support you through this, and we’ll make sure you come out of this with everything you deserve,” she declared firmly. Her words were sharp, fueled by a mix of professional judgment and maternal protectiveness.
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Though her reaction aligned with the hurt I was feeling, something inside me hesitated. “Should I end everything based on one letter?” I thought to myself.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” I told my mother. “I don’t want to file for divorce right now.”
“But why?” Mom protested, her voice tinged with deep concern. “It’s clear Emily is interested in someone else, Arthur.”
“I want to talk to her first, Mom,” I said calmly. “But please promise me you won’t tell anyone I came here to file for divorce. Not even Dad. No one. Okay?”
“I don’t think you’re doing the right thing, Arthur,” she sighed. “But I’ll keep our meeting a secret. Don’t worry. Just give me a call when you’re ready to file for divorce.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said before leaving her house.
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During the next few days, I consciously tried to salvage our marriage. I wasn’t ready to give up on us without trying to bring back the warmth and closeness we once shared.
I started by being more present at home. Instead of retreating to my desk after dinner as usual, I stayed to help Emily clean up the kitchen.
I took on more of the daily chores, hoping to ease her load and show her that I was there for her.
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Each morning, I made it a point to ask about her plans for the day. I listened to her plans carefully, ensuring she felt I was paying full attention. I wanted Emily to know I was there for her and our daughter.
I also surprised her with her favorite roses when she returned home from work one day. I felt happy watching her smile as she lifted the bouquet and inhaled the fragrance. It reminded me of our early days when I used to surprise her with roses daily.
With my consistent efforts of trying to make our marriage work, our relationship began to improve. Emily started reciprocating my romantic acts, making me feel better about our bond.
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I believed these small gestures would ultimately bridge the gap that had formed between us until the day Emily returned home visibly upset.
That day, she stormed in, her eyes flashing with anger. “Your family accosted me in the store today, Arthur. They accused me of cheating and warned me about losing everything in a divorce. Is it true? Did you really talk to them about us without speaking to me first?” Her voice was louder and more strained than I had ever heard it.
“Yes, it’s true. After I found that love letter you wrote to Mark, I thought about filing for divorce,” I admitted, my voice tight with frustration. “But then I decided to give our marriage a chance, and you should be grateful that I even considered trying.”
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“What are you talking about, Arthur? What letter to Mark?” She was genuinely confused now, her anger mixing with bewilderment.
“The letter in your jeans—the one filled with declarations of love for Mark. I saw it with my own eyes, Emily,” I said pointedly.
Emily started to laugh, a reaction I hadn’t expected. “Oh, Arthur, that letter wasn’t for me. It was a favor for a student who wanted to express her feelings to her boyfriend. I just helped her phrase it better.”
“What?’ I was shocked.
I stood there, feeling the ground shift beneath me as the reality of the misunderstanding dawned on me. My actions, based on a misinterpreted piece of paper, had spiraled out of control, damaging the trust between us perhaps irreparably.
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“I can’t believe you’d think I was cheating on you and then tell everyone about filing for divorce!” she yelled at me.
I felt horrible after learning the truth. Feeling guilty, I asked Emily for forgiveness, but she asked me to leave her alone.
The next day, she was sure about wanting a divorce. The trust was broken, not by her supposed infidelity, but by my hasty actions and doubts.
Looking back, I feel terrible thinking about how my insecurities and mistrust ruined my life. What should I do now?
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