Just a few months ago, Jolene felt lonely and thought she might never marry. And now, she was already imagining her wedding with Steve. However, Steve still hadn’t invited her to his place, almost as if he was hiding something. Jolene feared the worst, but what she discovered still surprised her.
Jolene and Steve strolled side by side, their hands comfortably entwined as they meandered down the quiet, lamp-lit street.
The cool evening breeze gently brushed their faces, and their shared laughter seemed to echo softly into the night.
Their relationship was still fresh, only two months in, but the warmth between them made it feel as though they’d known each other much longer
Jolene glanced at Steve, a teasing smile spreading across her lips.
“You know,” she began playfully, “I still can’t get over the first time I saw your profile picture on the dating app.”
Steve grinned, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.
“Oh yeah? What about it?”
Jolene laughed, shaking her head.
“The picture of you holding up that enormous fish! I couldn’t stop laughing. I thought, ‘Who is this guy, trying to impress people with his fishing skills?’”
Steve’s face flushed slightly, but he smiled, clearly amused by her teasing.
“Hey, that was a proud moment! That fish was huge! And besides,” he added, puffing his chest in mock pride, “I thought it showed I could provide, you know? A strong, capable man bringing home the catch.”
Jolene giggled at his playful tone, and they both laughed together. The easy chemistry between them made everything feel light and joyful.
Steve leaned in, pulling her close, and their laughter faded into a soft, tender kiss.
Jolene felt a rush of warmth as Steve’s arms wrapped around her, grounding her in the moment.
But then, just as things seemed perfect, Steve pulled back slightly.
“It’s getting late,” he said gently, his eyes glancing up the street. “I should call a taxi to get you home safely.”
Jolene felt a pang of confusion at his sudden shift in tone. They were having such a nice time, and she wasn’t ready for the night to end.
“Or,” she began, trying to keep her voice light, “maybe we could share a taxi? You know, head to your place together?”
Steve’s smile remained, but his body language shifted.
He scratched the back of his neck and gave her an apologetic look. “Actually, my place is really close by,” he said. “I’ll just walk.”
Jolene’s brows furrowed slightly, but she kept her tone playful. “Then let’s walk to your place together,” she suggested, genuinely curious.
After two months of dating, Steve still hadn’t invited her over, and she was beginning to wonder why. It felt like a natural step forward, yet Steve had been hesitant.
Steve’s smile faltered just a little, and he quickly looked down at his phone, tapping away to call her a cab.
“Maybe next time,” he mumbled, not meeting her eyes.
As the taxi pulled up a few minutes later, Jolene slid into the back seat, her mind swirling with questions. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that Steve was holding something back.
What was stopping him from inviting her over? Did he have something to hide, or was he just not ready for a deeper commitment?
The ride home was quiet, with only the low hum of the engine accompanying her thoughts.
As the taxi drove away, Jolene leaned her head against the window, staring out into the dark streets, wondering if she was reading too much into things—or if her instincts were telling her something she needed to pay attention to.
The next morning, Jolene couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off with Steve.
After their date the night before, where he once again dodged her offer to visit his place, her mind raced with possibilities.
Was it another woman? Or was he just too shy to take the next step? Jolene felt torn between trusting him and letting her doubts grow.
Finally, she decided she couldn’t sit around wondering anymore. She needed answers.
Jolene spent the morning baking a pie—her way of having a thoughtful excuse for an unexpected visit. If things got awkward, at least she could use the pie as a peace offering.
As she carefully placed the warm apple pie into a basket, she wondered what she might discover.
Was he keeping a secret? Was her gut feeling leading her down the wrong path? Dressed in a cute but casual outfit, she took a deep breath and called a taxi, heading to the address she’d managed to find.
As the taxi pulled up in front of Steve’s house, her heart started racing. She felt her hands tremble slightly as she grabbed the basket and walked up to the door.
The house looked quiet from the outside, a simple and cozy-looking place. Jolene took one more deep breath and knocked on the door, her ears straining for any sounds inside.
She heard footsteps, and then something that made her stomach twist—a woman’s voice. And, to her surprise, a child’s voice followed. Jolene’s heart raced faster, panic bubbling up inside her.
Could it be true? Was Steve hiding a family from her this whole time? Was that why he never invited her over?
Before she could think of what to say, the door opened slightly, and Steve stood there, his face pale with shock. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there, holding a pie.
“Jolene,” he stammered, clearly unprepared for her visit.
“What are you doing here?”
Jolene’s throat tightened, her mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts. “I thought I’d bring you a pie… you know, as a surprise,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. But then her gaze shifted past Steve, into the house, where she could hear voices.
“But it sounds like you have company. Steve, just tell me the truth. Are you married? Do you have a family?” Her voice trembled, her worst fears threatening to spill over.
Steve took a deep breath, his face full of tension. Slowly, he opened the door wider, and Jolene’s heart sank as she braced herself for the worst.
“I was married,” Steve said quietly, his voice heavy with emotion.“But my wife passed away. I’m a widower.”Jolene blinked, trying to process the information. Before she could even respond, a little girl peeked out from behind Steve, looking up at Jolene with wide, curious eyes.“Hi!” the girl said brightly, completely unaware of the tension in the air. “I’m Lucy! Who are you?”Jolene’s heart softened instantly.She knelt down, smiling warmly at the little girl. “Hi, Lucy. I’m Jolene,” she said gently, trying to steady her voice.Lucy tugged on Steve’s shirt, her excitement bubbling over.
“Can she stay for dinner, Daddy? Please?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with hope.
Steve looked at Jolene, unsure of what to say. Jolene, still processing everything, gave a small nod, signaling that she was okay.
Steve seemed relieved as he stepped aside to let her in.
As Jolene entered the house, she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but at that moment, she knew that everything was about to change.
Inside, the warmth of the house wrapped around Jolene like a comforting hug. The scent of a freshly cooked meal filled the air, making the atmosphere feel welcoming and homey.
As Jolene took it all in, another little girl, younger than Lucy, peeked shyly from behind the dining table, her curious eyes watching.
“That’s Carla,” Steve said softly, introducing his younger daughter. Carla gave a small, shy wave before quickly hiding behind the chair again.
Jolene’s heart melted at the sight of both girls. They were adorable, and seeing them made everything fall into place.
Steve had been protecting not just himself but his daughters too.
Lucy, full of energy and confidence, bounced over and grabbed Jolene’s hand, pulling her toward the table.
“Come eat with us!” she chirped happily.
Jolene laughed, following the little girl to the table where the meal was already set. She sat down with them, and the girls began to chatter and giggle, sharing funny stories about their day.
Jolene couldn’t help but smile at their innocence and warmth.
Steve remained mostly quiet, watching Jolene with a thoughtful look in his eyes as she effortlessly interacted with his daughters.
For the first time since they started dating, Jolene felt like she finally understood why Steve had kept his home life hidden for so long. It wasn’t about secrets or distrust.
He was protecting something far more precious—his family.
It hit Jolene that Steve wasn’t just hesitant; he was trying to guard his heart and his children’s hearts, making sure they were safe before letting anyone in.
As the meal came to an end, the girls were sent off to bed, leaving Jolene and Steve alone at the table.
Steve fidgeted with his hands, clearly nervous about the conversation they were about to have.
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Steve began, his voice soft.
“I didn’t want to scare you away. It’s been so hard raising them on my own since their mom passed. I was afraid you’d think it was too much to handle.”
Jolene gently squeezed Steve’s hand, looking him in the eyes with a reassuring smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Steve,” she said softly.
“I was worried you were hiding something awful, but now that I know the truth… I’m just relieved.”
Steve’s expression softened, and his surprise was evident. “You’re really okay with this? With… them?”
Jolene nodded, her voice calm and steady. “More than okay. Lucy and Carla are incredible, and I can’t wait to get to know them better. And you too, Steve, in this new way.”
Steve exhaled deeply, a smile slowly spreading across his face. It was as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his gratitude clear in his eyes.
Jolene felt a warmth blooming in her chest, knowing that this moment was significant for both of them.
As she left his house that night, she realized that their relationship had shifted into something deeper.
They were no longer just two people dating—they were building something based on trust, honesty, and a future that felt more real tan she had ever imagined.
Boss Fires Young Dishwasher Suspecting Her of Theft, Apologizes in Tears After He Opens Her Bag — Story of the Day
When Thomas, a rich restaurant owner, notices a young dishwasher frequenting the locker room, he suspects her of theft. He shames her in front of everyone and grabs her bag to check, only to regret it after seeing what’s inside.
Thomas was a wealthy widower in his early 50s who considered himself smart and charming. He despised those who called him ‘bald’ and ‘pot belly man’ behind his back.
Thomas thought he could easily hit on any young and beautiful woman. He never grew tired of flirting, not that he was a full-time flirt, but he never missed the chance whenever he saw gorgeous young ladies.
For Thomas, age was just a number, and it wouldn’t stop him from unleashing his pick-up lines and directing his steamy stares toward women, including the waitresses and dishwashers who worked in his restaurant. Among them was 20-year-old Giselle.
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Giselle was pretty new at the restaurant. She’d been working as a dishwasher for a month. She was a poor widow who had recently lost her husband, the love of her life, Mason. She struggled to make ends meet after the tragedy and came across a ‘We are Hiring’ signboard outside Thomas’s eatery. She applied as a dishwasher and immediately started working with all her diligence and dedication.
Thomas hurried to her and snatched the bag from her hand. It was heavier than he thought and he had no idea what was inside.
Her co-workers warned her about their boss’s attitude towards the female staff. “That man likes to flirt and has even invited some on dates. He thinks money can buy anything,” one of them said.
Giselle shrugged it off. She was focused on keeping her job at any cost. “I know my boundaries!” she said confidently.
But one day, she witnessed the ugly side of her boss.
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“Do you have any idea why I hired you, Miss Giselle?” Thomas had blocked her way as she was leaving at the end of her shift. He grabbed a red rose from a table nearby.
“No, sir. Please excuse me. I have to get home soon.”
“Don’t call me sir, Miss Giselle. Call me Tom!”
Giselle felt helpless and trapped because she was the last to leave the eatery. She had a lot of dishes to do that day.
“It’s getting late…I have to go. Good day, sir!”
But Thomas wouldn’t budge. “I was blinded by your beauty the first day I saw you,” he said cheesily. “I can sing praises of your beautiful smile all day! What do you think? We can go to a resort, have plenty of drinks, and shop for everything you want…Hmmm?!”
Annoyed, Giselle gently pushed Thomas out of her way and stormed out, saying: “I’m here to work, sir. I’m not here for anything other than my job. And I respect my workplace. Thank you, but I’m not the type you’re looking for. Good day, sir!”
Thomas was furious. His ego hurt. “She is, after all, an ORDINARY dishwasher…How dare she turn down my offer? Wait until I show you what I’m capable of.”
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Days passed, but Thomas hadn’t gotten over what had happened. He was not ready to accept defeat or rejection. He kept looking for a way to humiliate Giselle.
One day, he saw her arrive at work with a big bag and walk into the staff room. An evil plan flashed into Thomas’s mind, and he waited for the next few days to make sure Giselle carried this bag every day to work.
He often checked on Giselle and saw her frequenting the locker room during her shift. His suspicions brewed, and he waited until the afternoon when the eatery was busy to pounce on her.
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“Have a nice day! I have to go to the market. I took half a day off,” Giselle said to her friends.
Just as she was about to exit the door, Thomas called out loud: “Wait right there, Miss Giselle! What have you got in your bag today? Have you been STEALING leftovers and dishwashing liquid? You’re FIRED!”
Giselle was startled. She turned around and started to sweat in fear. The guests stared back at her and began whispering things. Her coworkers assembled behind Thomas and were equally shocked.
“I know you’ve been stealing from me. I saw you frequent the locker room at least thrice during your shift. Come here, give me your bag. Let me see what’s inside.”
Giselle was frightened. She wanted to step back and run. “It’s nothing, sir. I just have my lunch box and a set of spare clothes in it.”
But Thomas hurried to her and snatched the bag from her hand. It was heavier than he thought.
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Some curious guests and staff flocked around Giselle and Thomas as he put the bag on a table and took out a little blanket from it. “Oh my God! What is this?!” he exclaimed as the rest gaped in shock.
“Mawww…Mawww…Mawww.” A newborn baby girl wriggled inside the bag, staring back at Thomas with big brown eyes. He was stunned.
“Sir, I can explain,” began Giselle…
“My husband died a few months ago when I was pregnant. After my baby came, I could not find work, and I had nobody to look after her when I joined here. I could not leave her alone at home, so I hid her in the bag and carried her to work. I frequented the staff to feed her and make sure she never made any noise. I was just protecting my baby. I’m not a thief. I didn’t take a crumb from here.”
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Thomas was moved to tears as the baby reminded him of the child he had lost way back. That day, he cried like a kid in front of everyone, exposing a side of him that nobody knew. Thomas folded his palms and immediately apologized to Giselle.
“I’m sorry, Miss Giselle. I lost my wife and child in an accident many years ago. I remained single after that because I feared losing my loved ones again. I never found true love after that. My loneliness turned me into a monster. I’m not bad at heart, but it’s just that I lived with the assumption that money could buy anything, even love. I was wrong.”
Giselle was teary-eyed after learning Thomas’s story. “Sir, I’m sorry for what you went through after losing your family. I’m glad you realized your mistake, at least now.”
Thomas returned the bag with the baby to Giselle. “You may return to work after a month. I’m giving you paid leave so that you can spend time with your child.”
Giselle smiled, and she left the eatery with her baby.
Thomas had decided to double Giselle’s salary once she returned to work so that it would help her hire a nanny to babysit her child while she was away at work. But did he stop flirting after that?!
Unsurprisingly, some old habits die hard, which was true in Thomas’s case! Although he stopped flirting with his female staff, he still did not completely stop hitting on other random women. Only time will tell if Thomas will succeed in finding true love again. But everyone, including Giselle, is glad he realized money isn’t everything.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Never take somebody’s helplessness for granted. Thomas took advantage of his position to flirt with his employee and coerce her to go on a date with him, regretting it later.
- A mother will do anything to protect her child. Giselle secretly brought her newborn baby to work in order to care for her while earning her keep. She risked her job to protect and care for her baby.
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