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10/01/2024

BOY CUTS OFF THE ELECTRICITY SO HIS FAMILY WOULD SPEND TIME TOGETHER, BUT ENDS UP UNCOVERING A FAMILY SECRET — STORY OF THE DAY
Kevin missed the good old days when his brother played with him, and family movie nights with snacks were the norm. Now, those times felt gone, but Kevin had an idea to bring them back. Little did he know, one of his pranks would actually help save his family.
Eleven-year-old Kevin sat cross-legged on the floor of his room, toy soldiers spread out in front of him like a battlefield.
He gripped two soldiers in his hands, making them march across the floor as his soft voice narrated their imaginary mission. One soldier barked orders to the other, and Kevin’s mind was alive with a story full of adventure and action.
He could almost hear the sounds of battle, the explosions, and the cheers of victory. But as much as his imagination kept him entertained, something was missing.
He paused mid-battle, glancing over at his older brother Jake’s bed, where Jake used to join in their games.
Back then, they’d spend hours making up stories, laughing, and turning their room into an action-packed battlefield. But now, those days felt far away.
Suddenly, Jake walked in, his face buried in his phone. Without a glance at Kevin, he threw himself onto his bed, lying on his stomach with his eyes glued to the glowing screen.
Kevin’s face brightened. Maybe this was the moment they’d reconnect.
“Hey, Jake! Want to play? We could use the soldiers, or maybe we could try a board game like we used to!”
Kevin’s voice was full of hope, his heart racing with excitement at the thought of spending time with his brother again.
But Jake barely looked up, fingers still tapping on his phone. “Not now, Kev,” he mumbled, his tone distant and uninterested.
“I’m busy. Don’t bother me.”
Kevin’s smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. His excitement crumbled, replaced by a sinking feeling of loneliness. He looked down at his toy soldiers, suddenly less interested in the game.
Jake hadn’t even looked at him properly. He was too caught up in whatever he was doing on his phone to care.
Quietly, Kevin stood up, leaving the toys scattered on the floor. He walked out of the room, his heart heavy as he made his way downstairs, hoping his dad might have some time for him.
In the dining room, his father, Norman, was surrounded by a mess of papers and his laptop, tapping away at the keyboard. Kevin hesitated for a moment, then approached him.
“Dad?” he asked softly. “Do you think maybe we could all watch a movie together tonight? Or we could play a board game?”
Norman didn’t even glance up. His fingers flew over the keys, his eyes glued to the screen.
“Not now, Kevin,” he replied, his voice hurried. “I’ve got a ton of work to do. Find something to do on your own, okay?”
Kevin’s shoulders slumped. It was always the same answer. His father never had time for family stuff anymore.
Feeling even more alone, Kevin turned away and walked toward his mother’s room.
He stopped in front of her closed door and lifted his hand to knock, but then he froze.
Through the door, he heard soft sobs. His mother was crying. Kevin’s heart ached, but he didn’t know what to do.
He wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t want to intrude. So, instead of knocking, he backed away quietly.
Alone again, Kevin retreated to his room. He sat down on the edge of his bed, staring at the soldiers on the floor. His mind wandered as he pieced everything together.
Everyone was so wrapped up in their own world—Jake glued to his phone, his father lost in work, his mother crying behind closed doors.
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that technology was tearing his family apart.
Back in the day, they used to do things together—watch movies, play games, laugh. Now, it felt like they were strangers living in the same house.
Kevin stood outside, staring at the electricity service panel with determination. His mind raced back to the time his father had shown him how to turn off the main breaker during a storm.
He remembered the flip of the switch, the way the house went dark, and the quiet that followed. At that moment, Kevin made up his mind. If technology was the reason his family was drifting apart, he was going to do something about it.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision. This was for the greater good, he thought. With one swift motion, Kevin flipped the switch, cutting off the electricity.
But he didn’t stop there. He hesitated for only a second before pulling the breaker out, making sure it couldn’t be easily flipped back on.
Smiling to himself, Kevin whispered, “Now, they’ll have no choice but to spend time together.”
Back inside, the hum of electronics and the soft glow of lights vanished. Silence filled the house, followed by confusion. Within minutes, Kevin’s family began gathering in the living room, each of them visibly frustrated.
Jake was the first to burst into the room, clutching his phone.
“What’s going on with Wi-fi? I can’t use my phone! My friends are waiting for me!” he exclaimed, pacing back and forth, clearly agitated.
Their mother, Kate, appeared next. Her eyes were red, and though she tried to hide it, Kevin could tell she’d been crying. She didn’t seem angry, just sad and exhausted.
Finally, Norman came inside, his face grim.
“The breaker’s damaged. We won’t have any electricity until morning,” he said, glancing around at everyone.
“I called the service, but they can’t fix it until tomorrow.”
Kevin, fighting to hide the excitement bubbling up inside him, quickly ran upstairs to fetch his favorite board game. As he passed by his mother’s room, he noticed her door was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked inside.
What he saw made his heart drop.
There, on her desk, were divorce papers. Tear stains dotted the pages, making it clear that his mother had been crying over them.
Kevin’s heart pounded as he realized the gravity of what he had stumbled upon. His parents were considering splitting up, and he hadn’t even known.
Shocked, Kevin quickly pulled away from the door. He didn’t want to believe it.
Without touching anything, he hurried back downstairs, his mind swirling with worry.
Holding the board game in his hands, Kevin walked into the dimly lit living room where his family sat together in the soft glow of candlelight.
His excitement from earlier was dampened, but he wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
Kevin burst into the living room, holding his favorite board game with a big, hopeful smile.
“Since we don’t have electricity, how about we play this?” he asked, looking around at his family. For a moment, no one responded.
Jake groaned, slouching on the couch.
“I can’t even text my friends,” he muttered, clearly unhappy with the situation.
Norman sighed, glancing at his laptop as if already missing the work he couldn’t do without power.
But with nothing else to do, they agreed. Kevin’s excitement grew as Kate got up to light a few candles, creating a warm, cozy glow around the room.
She brought out snacks from the kitchen, and Norman and Jake grudgingly helped set up a space on the floor with bean bags and pillows.
The room started to feel more relaxed, and for the first time in a long while, everyone was together.
As the game began, Kevin could sense the mood slowly shifting. What had initially seemed like a forced activity soon turned into something much better. Laughter filled the room as they played.
Even Jake, who had been glued to his phone earlier, was finally getting into the game, joking with Kevin and teasing him over silly mistakes.
Norman, who usually spent his time focused on work, joined in too, making everyone laugh with his playful competitive side.
Kate smiled as she watched her family, remembering the days when they used to spend time together like this more often.
She caught Norman’s eye across the room, and for a moment, there was a spark of the connection they used to share. Kevin noticed too, feeling a surge of happiness.
His plan had worked. His family was together again, laughing and enjoying themselves as if all their problems had melted away.
But just as they were all caught up in the fun, there was a knock at the door. An electrician stood outside, explaining that the issue with the breaker had been an easy fix.
He had decided to come late and resolve the problem, so the family wouldn’t have to go through the night without electricity.
Kevin’s heart sank as the lights flickered back on. He glanced around, fearing that the return of power would mean a return to the distractions that had kept them apart.
But before anyone could reach for their devices, Kate calmly walked over and switched the lights back off.
“I think we’re fine with just the candles for tonight,” she said with a soft smile.
Norman, Jake, and Kevin exchanged looks, their smiles returning. They all sat back down on the floor, ready to continue the game. For the first time in months, Kevin felt like his family was whole again.
The next morning, Kevin woke up earlier than usual, feeling a sense of calm that he hadn’t felt in a long time. As he made his way downstairs, the quiet house seemed different—warmer, more peaceful.
While heading to the kitchen, something in the trash can caught his eye. Curious, he peeked in and saw small, shredded pieces of paper.
His heart skipped a beat as he bent down to look closer. It was the divorce papers, torn into pieces.
Kevin’s face lit up with a smile. His drastic move to cut off the electricity had not only led to a fun family night but had also unearthed something much deeper. The thought of his family splitting up had been unbearable, but now, there was hope.
Maybe, just maybe, things weren’t as broken as they had seemed. Kevin felt a surge of optimism. His family laughed and played together like they used to, and for the first time in months, they looked happy.
He knew there was still work to be done, but for the first time in a long while, Kevin felt certain they could heal and be truly happy again.
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10/01/2024

MY MIL INFESTED MY HOUSE WITH COCKROACHES TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A BAD HOUSEKEEPER – MY REVENGE WAS HARSH
Elara thought marriage would be her happily ever after, until cockroaches invaded her home and her mother-in-law made her life a living nightmare. But when a dark secret blurred the line between victim and villain, Elara realized that revenge was the only way out.
I’m Elara, and I’ve been married to my husband, Jacob, for about a year now. Life, for the most part, has been good, really good, actually. We settled into married life with ease, enjoying the simple pleasures of being together.
A happy couple: Source: Pexels
A happy couple: Source: Pexels
Jacob is everything I could have asked for in a husband. He is kind, supportive, and always there when I need him. But, as with most things in life, there’s a catch.
That catch is my mother-in-law, Agnes.
From the very beginning, it was clear as day that she never liked me. Whether it was the way she looked at me or the not-so-subtle digs she made, her attitude was unmistakable. I’m not sure what I did to deserve her disdain, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that she saw me as an intruder in her son’s life.
Still, she’s Jacob’s mother, and for that reason alone, I’ve tried my best to live with it. To smile through her snide remarks and keep the peace, for Jacob’s sake. But no amount of forced smiles could prepare me for what came next.
Just when I thought I could handle her passive-aggressive digs, things took a turn for the worse.
For the past month, my house has felt like something out of a nightmare. No, scratch that. MY LIFE has felt like something out of a nightmare.
It started with a cockroach here and there. One scuttling across the kitchen counter. Another creeping along the bathroom floor.
But soon, they were everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE! The kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, hell, even our bedroom wasn’t safe. I’d wake up in the middle of the night feeling a tickle on my arm, only to flick on the light and see a roach making itself at home on my bed.
We called pest control multiple times. We bought traps, sprays, you name it. But no matter what we did, the roaches kept coming back, like they had some vendetta against me. And to top it all off, my mother-in-law just couldn’t resist rubbing it in.
“Honestly, Elara,” she’d say with that sickly sweet tone of hers, “you really should take better care of the house. Jacob deserves a clean home. How can you let it get this bad?”
It didn’t stop there. One afternoon, as she sipped tea in our living room, a roach had the nerve to crawl up the wall. Agnes’s eyes followed it with a look of exaggerated horror.
“My goodness, Elara,” she gasped, clutching her chest as if she were witnessing a crime. “I can’t imagine how embarrassed you must be, living in these conditions. I never had this problem when Jacob was growing up.”
Then there was the time she “helpfully” brought over a stack of cleaning supplies, dumping them on my kitchen counter with a too-bright smile. “I thought you could use these, dear,” she said, her voice oozing with false concern. “Maybe they’ll help you get a handle on things. I’d hate for people to think you can’t keep a clean house.”
Each comment was a jab, a twist of the knife, making me feel smaller and more inadequate every time. It was as if she reveled in my struggle, her words like salt in an already festering wound.
Every time she opened her mouth, it took everything in me not to scream. I’d nod, smile, and tell her I was doing my best, but inside, I was seething. This isn’t my fault, you old witch! I wanted to shout. But of course, I couldn’t do that. Not to Jacob’s mother.
But then, the universe threw me a bone. Or rather, Agnes made a mistake. She’d come over to “check on us” again, dropping her little barbs like confetti. As she left, she accidentally left her handbag on the couch. When I went to pick it up and move it, a receipt fluttered out. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but something caught my eye.
It was from a pet store. But not just any pet store—one that specialized in reptiles. And the item purchased? LIVE COCKROACHES!
My blood ran cold. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at that stupid piece of paper in my hand. And then, slowly, the realization hit me. Agnes was behind the infestation. She’d been sabotaging me, setting me up to look like the world’s worst housekeeper.
The anger that flared up inside me was blinding. I could feel it burning in my chest, my hands trembling with the force of it. But along with the anger came something else—something darker.
I wasn’t just going to confront her. No, that would be letting her off too easily. I was going to get revenge.
I stormed out of the house, receipt still clenched in my hand, and got into my car. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew I needed to strike back. Hard. As I drove, my thoughts raced, and then it hit me. I made a quick detour to that same pet store. If she wanted to play dirty, then I’d go nuclear.
Inside, I found exactly what I was looking for—a potent animal attractant. The kind hunters use to lure wild animals from miles away. The plan formed in my head like a beautiful, terrible flower, blooming with each passing second.
When I finally pulled up to Agnes’s house, night had fallen. She lived on the outskirts of town, right next to the woods, which made this perfect. I crept around her yard, spreading the attractant everywhere. The bushes, the flower beds, even the base of the house itself. I didn’t stop there.
I slipped inside — she always left the back door unlocked, trusting as ever — and sprinkled some inside too. The whole time, my heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.
By the time I finished, I was practically shaking with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen. But for now, I went home, crawled into bed, and let sleep take me. And oh, how sweet that sleep was.
I dreamed of revenge, of Agnes’s horrified face, of the chaos I had unleashed, and I drifted deeper into that blissful darkness, savoring every second.
Then, just as I was reliving the final moments of my delicious payback, the shrill ring of the phone yanked me from my dream. I groggily reached for it, my heart pounding. It was Jacob, and from the frantic tone of his voice, I knew something big had happened.
“Elara, you won’t believe this,” he said, half laughing, half in shock. “Mom’s house was… attacked last night!”
I sat up in bed, trying to sound groggy. “Attacked? By who?”
“Not who—what. Animals. The whole yard was swarmed! Deer, moose, foxes, even birds! They trashed everything! They tore up the garden and broke the fences. And the smell… God, the whole place reeks. It’s like the animals turned the yard into their personal toilet.”
It took everything in me to keep from bursting out laughing. “That’s awful! What’s she going to do?”
“She’s coming to stay with us until it’s cleaned up. She doesn’t have a choice.”
I felt my stomach drop. Great, I didn’t think this through. But I couldn’t let him hear the panic in my voice. “Oh, okay. We’ll make it work.”
When Agnes arrived later that day, the look on her face was priceless. She was humiliated, furious, and worst of all, powerless. She barely acknowledged me as she walked inside, nose wrinkling at the sight of the cockroaches that still plagued our house.
“Oh, don’t mind them,” I said sweetly. “They just won’t go away, no matter what we do.”
I waited until later that night, after Jacob and I were alone, to show him the receipt. He stared at it, his face hardening as the truth sank in.
“She did WHAT?” he exclaimed, disbelief giving way to anger.
“Apparently, she’s been planting roaches in the house this whole time. I found this after she left yesterday,” I said, handing him the damning piece of paper.
Jacob stormed into the guest room, confronting Agnes right then and there. She tried to deny it, but the receipt was undeniable. She stammered out an apology, her face going red with shame.
“I didn’t think it would go this far,” she mumbled, eyes glued to the floor.
“Well, it did,” Jacob snapped. “And you’re paying for the pest control and all the damage you caused. Until it’s done, you’ll have to live among the cockroaches YOU brought into our lives.”
As I listened to their exchange, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Sure, I hadn’t planned on Agnes moving in, but at least now she was getting what she deserved.
Lying in bed that night, I felt a deep, dark satisfaction settle over me. Revenge might not always be sweet, but sometimes, it’s just what you need to get by. And as for Agnes? Well, let’s just say she’ll be sleeping with the roaches tonight.
And for many nights to come.

10/01/2024

MY STEPFATHER’S SECRET STUNNED ME ON MY BIRTHDAY & MY PAYBACK LEFT HIM IN TEARS SEPTEMBER 17, 2024 – – LEAVE A COMMENT
On Nancy’s 18th birthday, a letter from her late mother revealed a stunning secret: the man she knew as her stepfather, Stephen, was actually her biological father. This revelation sparked a journey of forgiveness and a heartfelt father-daughter vacation that changed their lives forever.
Growing up, my stepfather Stephen was more than just a parent. He became my rock after my mom passed away when I was just 10. Our home felt empty and strange without her. The first few years were tough for both of us.
Everything in my life changed. Stephen wasn’t just a new parent; he was a stranger trying to fill my mom’s shoes. At first, I didn’t make it easy for him.
I was angry and sad, and Stephen was the one who had to deal with all of it. But he never gave up on me. He was always there, helping with homework, attending school events, and listening when I needed to talk.
“Hey, kiddo,” Stephen would say softly, peeking into my room. “How was school today?”
“Fine,” I muttered, not looking up from my book. I missed my mom so much, and Stephen had no idea how to handle my grief.
“Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry,” he said, trying to sound cheerful.
“I’m not hungry,” I snapped, feeling a surge of anger. “I want Mom!”
Stephen worked tirelessly to provide for us. He made sure I had everything I needed, from school supplies to support for my hobbies.
“I’m trying my best here, Nancy,” Stephen said one night after a particularly heated argument about my curfew. “This isn’t easy for me either.”
“You’re not my dad!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. “You can’t tell me what to do!”
But Stephen never gave up. He attended every school event, no matter how small.
“Look, there’s Stephen,” my friend whispered at a school play. “He never misses anything.”
“Yeah,” I admitted grudgingly. “He always shows up.”
“I signed you up for soccer camp,” Stephen announced one day, handing me a registration form.
“Really?” I asked, my eyes lighting up. “Thanks, Stephen!”
He did all this without expecting anything in return. His dedication slowly broke down the walls I had built around my heart. Over time, I started to see him not just as my stepfather, but as someone who truly cared for me.
“Stephen,” I said one evening, “I just want to say thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, surprised.
“For everything,” I replied, smiling. “You’ve been there for me, even when I didn’t make it easy.”
As I packed for college, my room was a mess of boxes and bags. I felt a mix of excitement and sadness. Leaving home meant a new beginning, but also saying goodbye to the life I knew.
Stephen walked in, his eyes filled with tears. He held an envelope, his hands trembling. “This is from your mother,” he said, his voice breaking. “She asked me to give it to you on your 18th birthday.”
I opened the letter, my heart pounding.
“Dear Nancy,
If you are reading this letter, it means you have turned 18, a milestone that fills me with pride even though I can’t be there to celebrate with you. First, I want to tell you how much I love you. You have always been the light of my life, and watching you grow has been my greatest joy.”
After initial words of love and support, she dropped a bombshell. Stephen, the man I knew as my stepfather, was actually my biological one.
“When I found out I was pregnant with you, Stephen was overwhelmed and scared. He left, not knowing how to handle the responsibility. For nearly ten years, he stayed away, and I raised you on my own. Those years were tough, but you were my strength and reason for persevering.”
But one day, Stephen came back. He was filled with regret and asked for her forgiveness. He wanted to be part of my life.
My mom was hesitant. She didn’t want me to get hurt again. She decided it was best to introduce Stephen as her new boyfriend, not my dad.
“Before I passed, I asked Stephen to give you this letter on your 18th birthday. I wanted you to know the truth when you were old enough to understand. Stephen has been there for you all these years, not just out of obligation, but because he truly loves you. He is a good man who made a mistake, and he has spent every day since trying to make it right.”
Reading those words, I felt a mix of anger, confusion, and relief. The man I had known as my stepfather was actually my real dad. It was hard to process, but it also explained why our bond felt so strong.
Stephen’s eyes were filled with tears. “Nancy, I can explain,” he said, his voice shaking. “Please give me a chance.”
I looked at him, the letter still in my hand. “This explains everything!” I said, feeling a strange sense of happiness. “You’ve always been a great dad. Knowing you’re my real father makes it even better.”
I suddenly remembered my surprise. “I have something for you,” I said, running to get his bags. I placed them in the center of the room. “Pack your stuff. We’re going on a father-daughter vacation!”
Stephen’s eyes widened. “What?” he asked, tears streaming down his face.
I explained my plan. With the money from my trust fund, I booked a one-week trip to an all-inclusive hotel near the ocean. It was my way of thanking him for all he had done. Stephen hugged me tightly, both of us crying.
This vacation was going to be special. It was a chance to bond and enjoy each other’s company before I left for college. We would swim, relax, and create new memories together. It was the perfect way to start this new chapter in our lives.
One evening, we sat by the ocean and Stephen apologized. He spoke about his regret for leaving and the pain it caused. I listened, and I forgave him. It wasn’t easy, but I knew he had made up for his mistakes by being there for me all these years.
We shared many memorable moments. We took a boat tour to see dolphins, went snorkeling, and had a fancy dinner by the beach. We laughed a lot, and for the first time, I felt like we were truly a family.
Reflecting on the journey, I realized how strong our bond had become. Stephen had gone from being a stepfather to a real dad in every sense. As I looked forward to college, I felt a renewed sense of family and love.
I am grateful for Stephen’s unwavering support and love. This vacation brought us even closer and taught me the power of forgiveness. Family is everything, and I am lucky to have him by my side.

10/01/2024

YOUNG BUSINESSMAN DRESSES AS HOMELESS PERSON & VISITS FIANCÉE A WEEK BEFORE WEDDING – STORY OF THE DAY
Jack had what most people would call ‘the perfect life.’ Born with a silver spoon and handsomely attractive features, he was one of the most eligible bachelors in town.
But the young man was quite the opposite of what people thought of him. Despite his riches, he was a humble, hardworking man who lived for his work. The business Jack owned was a product of his hard work.
He had been a top student at business school and had his own company by the time he graduated. And he had done it all on his own.
Mr. and Mrs. Alan were obviously proud of their hardworking son, but they were concerned he would take his work too seriously and miss out on his love life. That was until Jack introduced them to the love of his life, Bianca.
As they all gathered for dinner at the Alans’ massive mansion during their first meeting with Bianca, Mrs. Alan couldn’t stop admiring her son and his lady love.
“She is perfect for our son, darling!” she whispered to her husband. “She’s got the class, and she’s gorgeous!”
Lies and deception may have a present, but they don’t have a future.
“Well, he’s my son,” said Mr. Alan proudly. “He’d only ever choose the best! After all, even his dad chose the most beautiful woman in the world!”
“Stop it!” she whispered to her husband, blushing. “The kids might listen.”
“It’s not like I said anything wrong, darling,” he replied with a wink, and Mrs. Alan’s cheeks flushed red at the compliment from her husband.
Overall, the dinner made for a pleasant evening, and Jack’s parents loved Bianca. She was a successful designer, smart and young, and very generous. They were impressed when they learned she believed in giving back to society and participated in numerous charitable activities.
“You can consider Jack’s dad and me as your parents, honey,” Mrs. Alan told her before she left. “You no longer need to feel like you don’t have a family. WE are your family.”
Bianca had told the Alans she was an orphan, and the older couple felt terrible that the young woman had never grown up in a loving home, so they wanted to provide her with one. They decided to embrace her with open arms.
But did Bianca deserve that love? Jack was secretly on the fence about it. He wouldn’t have been so if it hadn’t been for the romantic dinner at the best French restaurant in town, which gave him the first glimpse of Bianca’s true personality.
“Get the hell out of here!” she hissed to a homeless man approaching her car door and begging for money when Bianca was walking to the car after dinner.
“Please spare me something,” the poor man said. “I haven’t eaten anything in days. Please be gracious, and God will reward you!”
“I think God has blessed me anyway!” she exclaimed as she pushed the homeless man aside and settled in her car. The poor man, who had fallen with Bianca’s push, stood up in tears and walked away.
While this was happening, Jack was still in the restaurant, catching up with a friend he had run into. Unfortunately for Bianca, he saw what happened that day, and something about her felt very odd to him.
“Are you alright, babe?” he inquired as he sat in the car.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, smiling broadly. “Why?”
“Nothing,” he said, feigning a smile. Bianca pretended nothing had happened while Jack had clearly seen her behavior towards the poor man. A woman who did charity would never treat the needy that way. Was Bianca faking it all?
From that day on, Jack started getting suspicious of Bianca. He had never bothered to ask her much about her life after she told him she didn’t like talking about it, but it was time he found out who she was.
So Jack asked his secretary to do a background check on her, and the results were enough to shake Jack.
“Mr. Alan, are you sure you’d like to see this?” his secretary asked as he placed an envelope on the table. “I suggest you should talk things out with her directly.”
“If that’s the case, Mr. Hilton,” Alan said, “then I’d most definitely love to see what you have on my future wife.”
Jack opened the envelope and swallowed hard. His fiancée was everything he hadn’t thought of her. A swindler, cheater, and a three-time divorcée. He closed the flap of the envelope immediately and sighed.
“Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Hilton,” he said with a heavy heart. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
After Mr. Hilton left his office, Jack cried. He loved Bianca with all his heart. He thought she was “the one,” so he had rushed through the wedding preparations, and the big day was only two weeks away.
The invitations were ready, the wedding hall was reserved, and their outfits would be decided the following week. Around 3000 people were invited to the grand wedding, which was to be held at the most opulent hall in town, but Jack suddenly had something else on his mind. He was going to test her. He would give her one chance to prove everything he now knew about her was wrong.
So a week before the wedding, the young businessman ditched his expensive suit in favor of a ragged jacket, ripped jeans, and a fake beard, and once he was convinced his looks passed off as a homeless man, he decided to visit his fiancée’s house.
When Jack arrived, pulling an old cart stuffed with torn cardboard sheets, he was greeted at the door by a frowning Bianca, and he smiled pleasantly, knowing she’d fallen for the trap. She didn’t recognize him.
“Please assist me, ma’am,” he begged. “I’m knocking on doors to raise funds for my poor mother’s surgery. You seem like a kind lady. Please help me!”
“A what?” she laughed. “A kind lady? I’m not a fool to fall for your flattery! I don’t help beggars like you! OUT!”
“But I’ve heard such great things about you, ma’am,” he pleaded further. “You give so much to charity. Your neighbors told me you’re a generous woman. May I know why you’re being so cold to me?”
“Look, mister,” she said rudely. “I don’t do charity! That’s all for show. I just needed to build a good reputation for myself, that’s all. Now get lost, and never knock on this door again for any help! EVER!”
At that point, Bianca’s mask of lies fell off, and Jack knew exactly what his next step would be.
“Well then, ma’am,” he said, taking off his beard. “I don’t think we can continue this relationship. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, and I think I did a good job, didn’t I? I deceived you as you deceived me.”
“Jack?” Bianca’s eyes were wide open in disbelief. “Babe, what was this? You were kidding, right? Look, I know it was you. I knew that right from the start, so I was just playing along!”
Jack laughed and tossed the envelope he’d gotten from Mr. Hilton on the floor. “IT’S OVER, Anne! Can’t believe I fell for someone like you! I’ll make sure you pay for what you did.”
In the end, Jack called the cops on Bianca, whose real name was Anne, and she was apprehended. Three years have passed since then, and she never resurfaced in his life again.
As of now, Jack is a happy family man and a daddy to his little twin girls. He found true love shortly after breaking up with Bianca and is living his dream life with his beloved wife and adorable children. He is still thankful that he accidentally saw Biance insulting the poor man that day and saved his life from being ruined.
What can we learn from this story?
Lies and deception may have a present, but they don’t have a future. Bianca/Anne could never have imagined in her wildest dreams that her true identity would be revealed, but karma caught up with her, and she couldn’t get away this time.
Love should not be hasty, and there’s no space for lies in a relationship. Jack rushed through the relationship, convinced Bianca/Anne was the perfect choice for him, only to discover later that he had landed himself in a fake, contrived relationship. Thankfully, he was able to find a way out of it.

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