He never even knew my name until one day, he did. Suddenly, the most charismatic man in the office was everywhere, flashing his perfect smile and asking me out. But why now? Something didn’t add up. And when I finally discovered the reason, it shattered me.
When no one notices you, at first, it hurts. You try to change the situation. Then, you accept it. And eventually, you even find an advantage in it.
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That day, I sat at my desk, watching as my male colleagues swarmed around our new coworker, Claire.
She was obviously attractive, so their reaction wasn’t surprising. But when Mark approached her, the others quickly backed off.
I let out a quiet chuckle as I watched. Mark was the most handsome and charismatic man in the office—I was convinced even other men wouldn’t mind if he took them to bed.
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He flirted with Claire, and she giggled at his jokes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.
At that moment, Anthony, my boss, approached me. “Sara, do you remember our new project?” he asked, glancing at the laptop screen in front of me.
“Yes, of course. I’m leading it,” I replied, adjusting my glasses.
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“I’m counting on you,” Anthony said with a nod, his tone full of expectation.
I worked at an IT company, and we were launching a new dating app. Anthony had chosen me to lead the project because, no matter how unnoticeable I was, my work results were the best.
He had also offered me an opportunity to work abroad at one of our other branches, but I declined, even though the salary would have been much higher.
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During lunch, I noticed an irritated Mark walking up to Anthony. Curious about what had upset our golden boy this time, I decided to eavesdrop.
“Who did you assign the dating app to?” Mark asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
“Sara. Is there a problem?” Anthony replied, sounding amused.
“Sara? We don’t have anyone by that name,” Mark scoffed, and I felt my jaw tighten.
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“She’s sitting right over there,” Anthony said, pointing at me. I continued pretending not to hear them, keeping my eyes fixed on my screen.
“I thought I’d be handling the dating app. This isn’t fair,” Mark protested, folding his arms across his chest.
“To my office. Now,” Anthony ordered.
I finished my lunch just in time to see Mark walking out of Anthony’s office, looking pleased with himself.
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I had no idea what they had discussed, but no one had told me I was off the project, so I remained calm, though a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in my mind.
The next day, Mark approached me with his signature smile, hovering over my desk like a shadow. I gave him a questioning look.
“Sonia…” he began, leaning in slightly.
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“Sara,” I corrected him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“Right. Sara.” He chuckled, as if amused by his own mistake. “Want to grab lunch together?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual charm.
“I already ate,” I replied flatly, typing away at my keyboard.
“Then how about a drink after work?” he suggested, tilting his head.
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I turned to face him. “You didn’t even know my name a minute ago. I bet you didn’t even know I worked here,” I said, recalling his conversation with Anthony. “What’s this really about?”
“I just thought it’d be nice to hang out with a lovely colleague,” Mark said smoothly, flashing that infamous smirk that made other women melt.
I scoffed.
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“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” he insisted, his persistence almost amusing.
“I have a lot of work,” I said, turning back to my computer.
Mark lingered for a moment before sighing and walking away, but I could feel his eyes on me for a few seconds longer than necessary.
As usual, I stayed late at the office. But when I finally looked up from my screen, I was surprised to see Mark still there. Normally, by the time I finished, the office was empty.
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I stood up, gathered my things, and headed to the elevator. Mark did the same. He followed me, and the whole thing felt strange.
We stepped into the elevator, and it started moving. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
“What’s going on? Are we stuck?” I asked, pressing a few buttons.
“Looks like it,” Mark replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
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I pressed the emergency button and explained the situation. The response came: we’d have to wait about two hours.
Mark sighed and sat on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. After a moment, I did the same.
“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, tilting his head toward me.
“What?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
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“What’s funny?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Come on, I’ve worked here for years, and most people don’t even know I exist. Why the sudden interest?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I’m just curious,” he said, shrugging.
“Then why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I countered, narrowing my eyes.
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“Oh, please. You probably know everything about me already,” Mark smirked. “Everyone does.”
That made me laugh again. “That confidence.”
“What? Is that a bad thing?” he asked, grinning.
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“No, not if it’s real. But being invisible has given me an advantage—I notice things. And you, Mark, are nothing but an act. A performer trying to mask his insecurities with fake confidence. So what’s behind all of it? Daddy issues? Mommy didn’t pay attention to you?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.
“Oh, screw you,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
We sat in silence for a while until Mark finally spoke again.
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“My dad left us when I was three. My mom raised me alone. Then, when I was a teenager, he suddenly came back and tried to mold me into his perfect son. I guess I’m still trying to prove something to him,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.
“I get it,” I said, my voice softer now.
Mark looked at me curiously.
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“My mom left us. My dad raised me alone. But she never came back. The last time I saw her, I was thirteen. She told me she was ashamed I was her daughter because, at my age, she had been way more popular,” I said, my throat tightening slightly at the memory.
“She’s an idiot,” Mark said, shaking his head. “I asked Anthony about you. You have the best results in the company. I thought I did. And you’re beautiful, even if your lack of confidence hides it.”
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“Guess everyone copes with trauma differently,” I said, managing a small smile.
“Guess so,” Mark replied.
Just then, the elevator started moving again. When we stepped out, Mark grabbed my wrist.
“How about that drink now?” he asked, his voice gentler than before.
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“If you’re going to be the guy from the elevator, then fine. But if you’re putting the mask back on, I’ll pass,” I said, tilting my head slightly.
“I’ll try to be myself,” Mark promised.
And so, we went to a bar. Then the next day. And the next. Before I knew it, we were spending time together every day—even on weekends.
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I saw a different side of Mark. The real him. The one who was afraid of spiders and teared up when a dog died in a movie.
One evening, I couldn’t resist anymore—I kissed him. And the moment I did, I knew it was right. With him, I felt like myself.
One day at the office, I stood outside Anthony’s office and heard voices inside. I hadn’t planned to listen, but I couldn’t help it.
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“I told you—I know how to win someone over,” Mark said.
“I didn’t think Sara would fall for it. But you win—the dating app project is yours,” Anthony replied.
“Thanks, but—” Mark started, but I wasn’t listening anymore.
I turned and rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My breath came in quick, uneven bursts. My hands shook. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them.
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He had lied. He had tricked me to take my job. Every moment we had spent together had been a performance. And I was the fool who believed it. Worse—I had started falling for him.
I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t fall apart now. Not over him.
I wiped my face, fixed my makeup, and straightened my blazer. Then, I walked straight to Anthony’s office.
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“Oh, Sara, I was just about to talk to you,” he said, looking up from his desk.
“I’d like to accept your offer to work abroad. If it’s still available,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
“It is. What changed your mind?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You were right—there are more opportunities for me there,” I said.
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He studied me for a moment. “When can you leave?”
“Tomorrow,” I replied.
“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. You can take the rest of the day off to pack.”
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I thanked him and walked out. My hands clenched around my bag. I saw Mark heading toward me.
I didn’t slow down. I grabbed my things and stepped into the elevator before he could reach me.
By morning, I was in a taxi headed to the airport. Music played in my headphones, drowning everything else out.
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I watched the city blur past. Then, in my window, I saw Mark’s car pull up alongside mine.
He motioned for me to roll down the window. I ignored him. He honked. Annoyed, I lowered it.
“What? Are you here to tell me more lies?” I shouted.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
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“I know about your deal with Anthony. If I fell for you, you’d get the dating app project,” I said.
“No—I mean, yes, that was the deal. But not anymore. Everything changed when I started spending time with you,” Mark said.
“More lies! I can’t believe I fell for you, that I even started to have feelings for you!” I yelled.
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“Really?” Mark asked.
I just rolled up the window and turned away.
A second later, he swerved his car in front of mine, blocking the road. My taxi and other cars behind us came to a halt, their horns blaring in frustration.
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It was chaos. Mark hurried over, pulled open my door, and looked at me desperately.
“Listen to me,” he said. “I turned down the dating app project.”
“Don’t lie,” I said, stepping out of the taxi.
“I’m not lying. It’s the truth,” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”
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“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because you’re the only person I can be real with. The only one I don’t have to pretend around,” Mark said. “That’s why I won’t let you get on that damn plane.”
“No one asked for your opinion,” I said.
“I’m falling for you too, Sara. Please,” he begged.
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My mind screamed at me to get back in the taxi, go to the airport, and forget Mark.
But my heart had already decided. My feet moved before I could stop them, bringing me closer to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
“I see you, Sara. And I will never let you feel invisible again,” Mark whispered before kissing me again.
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I Heard a Baby Crying from the Basement of Our New House – But We Don’t Have Any Children
My husband and I wanted to start a new life unburdened by our past struggles when we moved into a new house. But what we found instead were relentless sleepless nights plagued by an odd sound. I almost believed it was imaginary until I went on a nightly investigation and unraveled the truth.
When David and I bought the old Victorian house, it felt like the fresh start we desperately needed. After years of heartbreak, we wanted a home where we could rebuild our lives, just the two of us. Its wide porch, creaking floors, and towering turrets made me feel like I was stepping into a storybook. A place like this was supposed to be filled with peace and light. But sometimes, it’s the quiet places that hold the darkest secrets…
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The first night I heard it, I was jolted awake by a sound I couldn’t identify. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but as I sat up in bed, straining to hear, it became clear: a baby was crying. The sharp, desperate wails carried through the stillness of the house, tugging at something deep inside me.
“David,” I whispered, nudging him. “Wake up.”
“Mmm, what is it?” he groaned, pulling the blanket higher.
“I think I hear a baby crying,” I said, my voice trembling. “Listen.”
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David sighed, turning onto his back.
“Ellen, we don’t have a baby. It’s probably just the wind or the old pipes. Houses like this make noise. Go back to sleep.”
His words were logical, but the sound had felt too real, too visceral. It lingered in my mind, even after it stopped. For hours, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I’d imagined it.
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The next night, it happened again.
The cries started faintly but grew louder and more distinct, echoing through the house like a haunting melody. I sat up in bed, clutching the sheets, and waited for my husband to stir. He didn’t. Slowly, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the stairs, careful not to wake him.
The crying seemed to drift through the walls, leading me toward the basement door.
My hand hesitated on the doorknob…
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The basement was still a mess of unpacked boxes and forgotten furniture. We’d barely been down there since moving in. I flicked on the light switch, but the single bulb hanging from the ceiling barely illuminated the space.
Shadows loomed large, and the air was damp and cold. The crying stopped suddenly as if cut off by an invisible hand. I stood frozen, listening to the silence. My heart raced as I backed away from the door and hurried upstairs, telling myself it was just a stray cat outside. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t.
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Days turned into weeks, and the crying sounds became a nightly occurrence. My husband continued brushing it off, suggesting I was stressed from the move. But his dismissiveness only deepened my frustration.
By the end of the week, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“David,” I said one evening after I finally decided to confront him, setting my coffee mug down with a thud. “Something is wrong in this house. I know you don’t hear it, but I do. I swear I hear a baby crying! Every single night!”
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He sighed and folded the newspaper in his lap.
“Ellen, you’ve been under a lot of stress. Moving is hard, and this house is old. You’re probably just hearing the pipes or the wind.”
“It’s not the pipes!” I snapped. “Why won’t you believe me?”
His face softened, but I saw a flicker of something, perhaps guilt.
“I believe that you’re hearing something. But maybe it’s not…real. We’ve been through a lot, Ellen. Sometimes stress can play tricks on us. Maybe you should see someone, my love.”
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His words stung, but more than that, they made me doubt myself. Was it all in my head? The thought terrified me. But his momentary expression stuck with me… there was something my husband wasn’t telling me.
That night, I decided to find out the truth. I waited until after David fell asleep before I grabbed a flashlight and crept downstairs. The crying started as I descended the stairs, louder than ever.
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My heart pounded as I scanned the basement with the flashlight beam, the shadows shifting with each movement. Then I saw it: a small, weathered door tucked behind a stack of boxes. My breath caught in my throat.
I’d never noticed the door before. It felt deliberately hidden. In the few weeks that we’d been there, I thought I already knew every inch of this new house, but I was wrong. My hands trembled as I pushed the boxes aside and reached for the rusted knob, not ready for what I was about to discover…
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Inside, a young woman sat on a tattered mattress, clutching a baby to her chest. Her wide, tear-streaked eyes met mine, and she shrank back as if to shield the baby from me.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I balanced myself after suddenly feeling faint. “What are you doing here?”
Before she could answer, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I turned to see my husband, his face pale and drawn.
“Ellen, wait!” he called out, his voice urgent.
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“David,” I said, stepping aside so he could see the woman and the baby. “What is going on? Who is she? Why is she in our basement?”
My husband hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the woman. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can explain,” he said, his voice heavy.
“Then start explaining,” I demanded. “Now!”
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David nodded toward the woman.
“Her name is Esther,” he said. “She’s nineteen. I found her a few weeks ago, outside the grocery store. She was sitting on a bench with her baby, crying. It was freezing, Ellen. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. I couldn’t just leave her there.”
I glanced back at Esther. Her face was pale, her cheeks hollow, and the baby in her arms whimpered softly. My heart ached, but anger surged to the surface.
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“You brought her here?” I asked, my voice trembling. “And hid her from me?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” he admitted, his shoulders slumping. “After everything we’ve been through, I thought it might be too much for you.”
His words hit me like a punch to the chest. Everything we’d been through, I knew he meant all the years of trying and failing to have a child. The truth is, I almost always fainted whenever I saw small children.
A therapist I once saw said it was a traumatic response to never having children of my own, so I could understand my husband’s reluctance to expose me to Esther and her son.
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I recalled the endless doctor’s appointments, the hopes raised and dashed again. The quiet grief that had become part of our lives. I thought I’d buried that pain, but now it felt raw and exposed.
Esther’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I never wanted to cause trouble. Your husband saved us. I…I don’t know what we would’ve done without him.”
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“I know I didn’t think this through, my love. I thought if I could keep feeding her whenever you were away, she would become strong enough to move out and find shelter elsewhere,” my husband explained.
I looked at her, at the baby in her arms, and saw not an intruder but a frightened girl who needed help. Slowly, I knelt in front of her.
“What’s his name?” I asked gently.
“Samuel,” she whispered.
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That night, we brought Esther and Samuel upstairs. I decided to focus on our guests and figured I’d deal with David’s lies, gaslighting, and betrayal in private. I knew his intentions were good, but the way he went about things, even suggesting I get therapy, was not something I was willing to forgive easily.
So over steaming mugs of tea, Esther told us her story. Her parents had kicked her out of the house when they discovered she was pregnant. The baby’s father had disappeared, leaving her with nothing. She’d been living on the streets, sleeping in parks and bus shelters, when David found her.
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In the weeks that followed, Esther became part of our lives. At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable having a stranger in the house, but Samuel was such a welcome guest that we quickly warmed up to him and his mother.
The house that had once been silent now buzzed with the sounds of a baby’s cries and laughter. I even taught Esther how to cook simple meals and care for herself, and she taught me how to be around and cradle a baby without fainting and feeling the ache of what I’d lost.
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One evening, as we sat in the living room, Samuel asleep in my lap, Esther turned to me with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she said. “You’ve given us so much.”
“You don’t need to thank us,” I replied, my voice warm. “You’re family now.”
For the first time in years, our house felt alive! The crying that had once haunted me was replaced with laughter and love. And though it wasn’t the family I had imagined, it was the family I never knew I needed!
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If you enjoyed that story, then the following one should have you on the edge of your seat. In it, Emily’s daughter exposed a secret her father was keeping from her mother, leading to a shocking truth.
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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