My Husband Rewrote His Will behind My Back, and I Can’t Forgive Him — Story of the Day

My husband helped me raise my daughters, although he was not their biological father. In the end, he made a huge decision on his own that changed my life and ruined everything.

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Years ago, I met Nicholas during the hardest time of my life. I was a single mother and had two daughters to feed. But we fell in love and got married in less than a year. We also moved into the most beautiful home I could imagine.

Nicholas had been divorced in the past and had a son he barely spoke to, Nick Jr. His ex-wife did everything in her power to stop Nicholas from seeing the kid. He hated her attitude and missed his son.

We moved into a beautiful house after our wedding. | Source: Shutterstock

We moved into a beautiful house after our wedding. | Source: Shutterstock

Therefore, he took on a fatherly role with my daughters and became the best dad they ever had. Eventually, they stopped calling him “stepfather.” He was just their dad. But that was more than 20 years ago. My daughters grew up and now have families of their own.

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Luckily, my eldest, Darlene, gave us two grandchildren. Nicholas adored those boys, and they visited often. They came for lunch one Sunday, and I wanted to talk to Darlene about something serious. My husband had told me something the night before that I wasn’t sure I could deal with at all.

I thought it was unfair, but I wanted my daughter’s honest opinion. Luckily, Nicholas planned to take the kids to the park. “Ok, Alice, honey. See you later,” he said, giving me a worried look because he knew I had been thinking about last night.

I had to talk to Darlene about what her father did. | Source: Pexels

I had to talk to Darlene about what her father did. | Source: Pexels

“Mom, what’s going on?” Darlene asked when we were finally alone.

“Oh, Darlene. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I don’t know if I’m being selfish or what,” I started.

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“Tell me. We’ll figure things out,” she told me.

“Last night, your father revealed something that I’m not sure I can forgive. He willed this big mansion to his son, Nick,” I explained.

“What? I thought he hadn’t spoken to Nick in years,” Darlene said, confused.

“He hasn’t! Ever since that big fight where Nick called him all kinds of names because Nicholas wouldn’t give him money,” I added.

“But then, he’s giving him this house? You live here too. You guys are married,” Darlene continued.

Darlene couldn't believe Nicholes would do this.  | Source: Pexels

Darlene couldn’t believe Nicholes would do this. | Source: Pexels

“That’s the problem, sweetheart. He just made that decision on his own without telling me anything about it. He showed me the will last night. It has been notarized and everything,” I said. “He is also giving him all the money in his bank account.”

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“I can’t believe Dad would do this,” Darlene said. “I mean…I wasn’t expecting anything for my sister or me. But he completely disregarded us…his family for 20 years.”

“That’s how I feel. Like after all this time, we were never his real family! His son has treated him horribly for so long, and I know that his horrible mother influenced him. But still…I don’t know what to do,” I finished and dried the tears running down my face.

We always had a seemingly great relationship. | Source: Pexels

We always had a seemingly great relationship. | Source: Pexels

“I’m just in shock. You guys have had the perfect relationship for so long. My husband and I talked about it all the time. I can’t believe Dad would do this,” Darlene muttered. “Let me call Rosaline. Let’s see what she thinks.”

“Dad did what?!” Rosaline yelled through the speakerphone. “I can’t believe it. I don’t want his money, but I can’t believe he wouldn’t want Mom to be set for life if anything happens.”

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“Yeah, that’s how I feel,” Darlene told her sister. Meanwhile, I was still crying softly.

“Well, I’m sorry. I consider him my father, but I won’t tolerate this. Mom, you have rights to the house and the money. We are taking legal action NOW!” Rosaline exclaimed and hung up.

I didn't want to take legal action, but my daughters insisted. | Source: Pexels

I didn’t want to take legal action, but my daughters insisted. | Source: Pexels

“I didn’t want to take this any further. He’s my husband, and I know he wants to take care of Nick Jr. because he wasn’t there most of his life,” I told Darlene, hoping that she would convince her sister to back down.

“No, Mom. That wasn’t Dad’s fault or yours. What are you going to do if something happens? You would be left homeless and penniless. Rosaline is right. We have no option unless he changes his will,” Darlene coaxed.

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“I’ll try to talk to him,” I said tentatively. But I knew Nicholas. I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. I talked to him that night after Darlene left with her kids. Nicholas wouldn’t budge, so I packed my things and went to stay at Rosaline’s house.

Our relationship was ruined, but at least, I wasn't homeless and penniless. | Source: Pexels

Our relationship was ruined, but at least, I wasn’t homeless and penniless. | Source: Pexels

We took him to court but gave him many chances to change his mind. In the end, Nicholas decided to sell the big house and give me half the price. I didn’t want to divorce him, but there was no other option. So I received half our savings as well.

He ruined our relationship. My daughters and I never saw him again. In the end, he didn’t consider us family at all.

What can we learn from this story?

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  • Money troubles can ruin everything. Nicholas disregarded part of his family in favor of his son, and in the end, he ruined his marriage.
  • You have to protect yourself. Alice didn’t want to take her husband to court, but her daughters wanted to protect her.

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I Accidentally Saw My MIL in a Nightshirt on a Phone, but to My Shock, It Wasn’t Her or Her Husband’s Phone

I Accidentally Saw My MIL in a Nightshirt on a Phone, but to My Shock, It Wasn’t Her or Her Husband’s Phone

Jocelyn is enjoying a big family holiday when she accidentally sees racy pics of her MIL on a phone. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the owner of the phone then comes looking for the device, and it’s the last person she expected!

There are some things you just can’t unsee. I had one of those moments recently, during an annual family get-together at my in-laws’ cottage.

A bunch of us gather here every summer, including my parents and other relatives. We usually have a great time, but this year, I accidentally exposed a huge secret. The fallout almost destroyed us all.

A cabin on a lakeshore | Source: Pexels

A cabin on a lakeshore | Source: Pexels

So there I was, curled up in the old armchair in the corner of the living room, trying to fend off a nasty headache. Everyone was either cleaning up after dinner or preparing for our traditional board game night.

We had a rule: all phones went into a small wooden box during game time to ensure we all stayed present. The box was sitting right next to me, and I was using the lull to rest a bit after the games.

That’s when it happened.

A small wooden chest | Source: Pexels

A small wooden chest | Source: Pexels

One of the phones in the box buzzed. No big deal, right? But then it buzzed again. And again. Curiosity got the better of me.

I reached for the buzzing phone, trying to remember if we had any rules about checking messages. Pretty sure we didn’t, so I figured it couldn’t hurt.

The screen lit up as I picked it up. The wallpaper was a generic sunset, nothing special. But the notifications… I wish I hadn’t looked.

Woman staring at a phone in shock | Source: MidJourney

Woman staring at a phone in shock | Source: MidJourney

There, right on the screen, was a photo of my MIL, Mandy, in lingerie. My heart skipped a beat. I mean, she’s a classy lady, always so put-together, and there she was, posing like a Victoria’s Secret model.

I thought for sure it was Dean, my FIL’s phone. They’ve been married forever, so maybe they had their ways of keeping things spicy. Gross, but whatever.

But before I could even process that thought, my dad walked into the room, looking like he’d lost something. He went straight to the box, glanced inside, and frowned.

A mature man frowning | Source: MidJourney

A mature man frowning | Source: MidJourney

“Hey, have you seen my phone?” he asked, scanning the room.

I held up the buzzing phone, trying to keep my face neutral. “This one?”

He grinned. “Yeah, that’s mine.”

Wait, what? My brain couldn’t keep up. My dad’s phone? I felt like I was in a bad soap opera.

He grabbed the phone from my hand and his eyes widened as he saw the screen. Without another word, he stormed into the kitchen. I followed him, feeling like I was floating outside my own body.

A woman in shock | Source: Pexels

A woman in shock | Source: Pexels

In the kitchen, Mandy was washing dishes, humming softly to herself. My dad didn’t waste a second.

“Stop doing this! Stop sending these pictures!” he snapped.

She spun around, dropping a plate that shattered on the floor. Her face turned a shade of red I didn’t think was possible.

Maybe I should’ve waited to overhear more of the conversation, but that’s just not the type of person I am. Instead, I rushed right in there, determined to get answers.

“What’s going on?” I blurted out, stepping into the room.

A woman peering around a door | Source: Pexels

A woman peering around a door | Source: Pexels

Both Dad and Mandy froze, like deer caught in headlights. They stared at me before exchanging a guilty look.

“Everything is fine, honey,” Mandy stammered. “It’s just a misunderstanding.”

“I don’t think so,” I replied, crossing my arms. “I saw the pictures.”

Dad sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I’ll explain everything.”

He took my hand and led me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. My mind was racing, trying to piece together what was happening.

“Look,” he began, sitting me down on the edge of the bed. “Mandy and I knew each other when we were younger.”

A tense mature man | Source: Pexels

A tense mature man | Source: Pexels

“She was in love with me,” he continued, “but I didn’t feel the same. I met your mom, and everything between us ended. Or so I thought.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was insane.

“When you and Dylan got married, and I saw Mandy again… it was surreal. We decided not to tell anyone about our past together. But then the pictures started.” Dad hung his head. “At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, but then it kept happening. Today was the last straw.”

“This is crazy,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

“I know, and I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said, his eyes full of regret. “But you need to understand, it’s over. It’s been over for a long time. Your mother is the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “What do we do now?”

“We confront this together, as a family,” he said firmly. “No more secrets. We’ll talk to her and make sure this stops for good.”

I was still reeling from everything Dad had told me as we headed back downstairs.

A wooden staircase | Source: Pexels

A wooden staircase | Source: Pexels

The whole thing felt surreal like I was trapped in some twisted reality show. My dad’s affair with Mandy from decades ago, her unrequited love, and now these scandalous photos — my head was spinning.

The rest of the family was gathered in the living room, sensing something was up. Mandy was nervously picking at a thread on her sweater, while Dean looked concerned, his eyes darting between us.

“We need to talk,” my dad announced, breaking the tense silence. “All of us. Now.”

“What’s this about?” Dean asked, his voice laced with worry.

A mature man | Source: Pexels

A mature man | Source: Pexels

Mandy’s face paled as she glanced at my dad. “Please, not here. Not in front of everyone.”

“No,” I said, surprising even myself with the firmness in my voice. “This needs to be out in the open.”

My dad nodded, taking a deep breath. “It’s about the photos, the ones you’ve been sending to me.”

Dean’s eyes widened in shock. “What photos? What’s he talking about?”

Mandy’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. “I… Joseph and I dated before I met you. I’ve been sending him pictures. Inappropriate pictures. It was a mistake. I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

Regretful mature woman | Source: Pexels

Regretful mature woman | Source: Pexels

“You thought it was okay to do this?” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. “To send those photos to my dad? How could you?”

Dean looked like someone had punched him. “I can’t believe this. Why, Mandy? Why would you do something like this?”

Tears welled up in Mandy’s eyes. “I was trying to hold onto something that was never really there. I made a mistake, a terrible mistake.”

“A mistake?” Dean echoed, his voice shaking with hurt. “This is more than a mistake. This is betrayal.”

Angry mature man | Source: MidJourney

Angry mature man | Source: MidJourney

My dad stepped forward, his expression serious. “We need to address this as a family. Mandy, you need to stop this behavior immediately.”

She nodded, wiping away her tears. “I know. I’m so sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”

We spent the next hour discussing what to do next. My dad was adamant that we needed a clear plan to move forward.

“We need to ensure this never happens again. Mandy, you need to seek help. Therapy, counseling—whatever.”

A sad mature woman | Source: Pexels

A sad mature woman | Source: Pexels

“I will,” she agreed, her voice small but determined. “I’ll get help. I don’t want to hurt this family any more than I already have.”

The weight of her words settled over us, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then Dean spoke, his voice heavy with emotion. “I need time to process this. But I want us to work through it. For our family.”

We all nodded, the gravity of the situation pulling us together. It wasn’t going to be easy, but we had to try.

Later that evening, after things had calmed down, my mom arrived.

Smiling mature woman | Source: Pexels

Smiling mature woman | Source: Pexels

She’d been out for a walk, blissfully unaware of the storm that had erupted in her absence. We sat her down and explained everything.

Her reaction was a mixture of shock, sadness, and resolve. “We’ll get through this,” she said, holding my dad’s hand. “We’re a family, and we’ll face this together.”

The next few days were a blur of emotions as we all tried to process what had happened. There were a lot of difficult conversations, tears, and attempts at understanding.

Mandy started seeing a therapist, and slowly, we began to pick up the pieces.

Mature woman speaking to her therapist | Source: MidJourney

Mature woman speaking to her therapist | Source: MidJourney

It was a long road to healing, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like we were all moving in the right direction. No more secrets, no more lies—just the truth, as painful as it was, and the hope that we could rebuild what had been broken.

Would you have exposed the secret if this happened to you?

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