No funeral do marido, a esposa encontra uma mulher com seu bebê nos braços – História do dia

A vida de Nancy vira de cabeça para baixo no funeral do marido quando ela encontra uma mulher mais velha segurando um bebê. A mulher alega que a criança que ela está carregando é do falecido marido de Nancy. Ela está mentindo? Ou revelações mais chocantes aguardam Nancy?

Nancy olhou para os últimos vestígios do funeral do marido. Ela não conseguia acreditar que Patrick tinha ido embora. Ele tinha morrido em um acidente de carro. Já fazia uma semana, mas ela ainda conseguia senti-lo ao seu redor. Como ele poderia estar morto?

Com o coração pesado, ela foi em direção à saída do cemitério, dizendo a si mesma que precisava começar a descobrir o resto de sua vida.

De repente, uma mulher mais velha com um bebê bloqueou seu caminho.

“Você é Nancy?”, perguntou a mulher enquanto o bebê em seus braços chorava.

Nancy não a reconheceu. Quem era ela?

“Eu sou. Quem é você?” Nancy respondeu.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

O coração de Nancy não estava preparado quando a mulher, Amanda, revelou que o bebê em seus braços era filho de Patrick.

“Só você pode cuidar dessa criança agora”, ela disse a Nancy. “A mãe dela não pode cuidar dela.”

Um arrepio percorreu a espinha de Nancy. Ela olhou para o bebê e recuou.

“Não, não pode ser! Patrick era um marido amoroso. Ele nunca faria isso comigo!”

Nancy se virou e foi embora. Ela nunca duvidaria de Patrick.

“Atenção!”

Nancy esbarrou em um dos velhos amigos de Patrick, Mike. Ela estava muito perdida em seus pensamentos para perceber para onde estava indo.

Mike começou a conversar com ela, oferecendo suas condolências. Nancy não queria falar com ninguém, mas ela tinha que ser cortês. Ela terminou a conversa assim que pôde e foi para o carro.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Os pensamentos do bebê se repetiam em sua mente, mas ela os descartou. No entanto, quando Nancy abriu a porta do carro, ela ficou chocada. O mesmo bebê estava deitado em seu banco de trás, chorando.

Nancy olhou ao redor. Amanda não estava em lugar nenhum. “Como esse bebê chegou aqui?”, ela se perguntou.

Estava frio, então Nancy tirou o casaco e começou a envolvê-lo no pequeno.

Mas ela congelou quando notou uma marca de nascença no pescoço do bebê. “Não pode ser”, ela murmurou para si mesma.

A marca de nascença era exatamente igual à de Patrick. Nancy não queria suspeitar que seu falecido marido a estava traindo. Mas agora, ela precisava da verdade. Ela precisava saber se Patrick tinha sido infiel a ela.

Nancy foi para casa com o bebê, tirou os fios de cabelo de Patrick da escova e foi para um hospital.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

“Olá, gostaria de fazer um teste de paternidade”, ela disse à recepcionista no balcão.

“OK, senhora. Normalmente, demora alguns dias para obter os resultados”, disse a mulher.

“Pode ser feito mais rápido?” Nancy perguntou. “Eu pago mais.”

“Bem, nós temos serviço rápido. Deixe-me ver o que posso fazer. Mas vai custar mais caro.”

“Eu aceito”, respondeu Nancy. Ela enviou as amostras de Patrick e pagou pelo teste.

Sentada no corredor, ela estava esperando os resultados quando o bebê começou a chorar. Nancy cheirou as roupas do bebê. Sua fralda não precisava ser trocada.

Nancy imaginou que ela devia estar com fome. Ainda havia tempo antes dos resultados saírem, então ela foi até um supermercado e comprou fórmula para bebês, mamadeiras e algumas fraldas — só para o caso de precisar.

Ela voltou para o corredor e sentou-se ali, dando a fórmula para o bebê. Depois do que pareceu uma eternidade, uma enfermeira se aproximou dela com os resultados.

A mulher entregou-lhe um envelope e foi embora.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Unsplash

“Essa é a verdade, e terei que aceitá-la, goste ou não”, pensou Nancy enquanto abria os resultados.

Sua cabeça pareceu girar quando ela leu as palavras: “Taxa de paternidade – 99%”.

Nancy olhou para o bebê dormindo em seus braços e engoliu as lágrimas em seus olhos. Patrick a havia traído e a mantido no escuro.

Nancy decidiu que não viveria com a prova da infidelidade dele para sempre. Ela encontraria a mãe do bebê e o devolveria a ela.

Se recompondo, Nancy dirigiu para casa e começou a vasculhar as coisas de Patrick. Mas ela não encontrou nada que pudesse levá-la ao amante dele. Ela foi até o escritório dele em seguida, vasculhando suas gavetas, arquivos e armários. Mas nada.

Nancy suspirou. O bebê estava dormindo na sala de estar. Pegando o monitor do bebê, ela foi até o carro de Patrick. Ela procurou embaixo dos assentos, no porta-luvas e em todos os cantos e frestas do veículo. Mas ela não encontrou nada significativo.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Nancy afundou no assento do motorista quando seus olhos pousaram no GPS. E foi então que ela percebeu. Patrick era péssimo com direções e sempre usava o navegador. Se ele já tivesse visitado a casa de sua amante, era lá que ela encontraria seu endereço.

Nancy foi direto para destinos recentes no navegador. A lista não era longa, a maioria eram lugares familiares: restaurantes locais, a loja de ferragens e o escritório de Patrick. Mas então, um endereço chamou sua atenção — ele aparecia com mais frequência do que outros, e ela não o reconheceu.

“É isso”, ela pensou. Ela levou o bebê com ela e dirigiu até o endereço.

***

Chegando lá, Nancy se viu em frente a uma casa modesta. Ela pegou o bebê nos braços, andou até a porta da frente e bateu.

“Alô? Tem alguém em casa?” ela perguntou.

Após a décima batida, quando ninguém atendeu a porta, Nancy concluiu que a casa estava vazia. Ela olhou ao redor e decidiu abordar os vizinhos. Ela começou com a casa ao lado e tocou a campainha.

A porta se abriu com um rangido, e os olhos de Nancy se arregalaram quando Amanda saiu.

“Você?”, perguntou Nancy.

“Como… como você me encontrou?” Amanda gaguejou.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

“Eu estava tentando encontrar o meu marido…” Nancy fez uma pausa. “A outra mulher dele. Eu queria devolver o bebê dela.”

Uma estranha tristeza passou pelo rosto de Amanda. “A mulher que morava ao lado… morreu há alguns dias. Ela teve um ataque cardíaco quando soube do acidente do seu marido. Emma não existe mais.”

“Espera… você disse Emma?” Nancy perguntou, chocada.

“Sim”, Amanda assentiu. “Você a conhecia?”

“Era…O sobrenome dela era Warren?”

Quando Amanda assentiu, Nancy abaixou a cabeça envergonhada. “P-Posso entrar?”, ela perguntou. “Há algo que eu gostaria de lhe contar. Sinto que preciso conversar um pouco.”

Amanda abriu mais a porta para ela, e Nancy entrou. Elas se acomodaram na sala de estar. “Emma era minha colega de classe”, Nancy começou a contar seu passado. “Ela também era minha amiga. Mas eu a injustiçei e… Patrick…”

20 anos atrás…

Nancy e Patrick estavam no corredor da escola. Ela estava parada ao lado do armário quando Patrick se aproximou dela.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

“Ei, Nancy”, ele disse baixinho, e ela olhou para ele.

“Eu… eu preciso te contar uma coisa”, Patrick acrescentou ansiosamente.

“Ei”, ela sorriu. “Sim?”

“Eu… eu estou apaixonado por outra pessoa, Nancy”, ele confessou. “Eu sei que você foi muito gentil e tudo, mas eu sinto muito.”

Nancy ficou chocada. “Diga que é brincadeira, Patrick”, ela gritou. “Você não pode estar falando sério!”

Mas Patrick estava falando sério. Patrick estava perdidamente apaixonado por Emma, ​​e Emma o amava também.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Nancy ficou tão perturbada naquele dia que voltou para casa chorando.

“Querida, o que houve?” Sua mãe imediatamente percebeu que algo havia acontecido na escola.

Nancy soluçou enquanto contava como Patrick havia terminado com ela.

“Eu quero separá-los!” ela gritou. “Eu não vou deixá-los ficar juntos!”

“Nancy, você não será capaz de criar sua própria felicidade destruindo a de outra pessoa”, sua mãe a aconselhou. “Vingança nunca é uma opção. Esqueça-o.”

Mas Nancy estava alimentada pelo desejo de vingança.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Nos dias seguintes, Nancy tentou de tudo para afastar Patrick e Emma: espalhou boatos bobos, planejou encontros casuais nos quais exibiria sua confiança recém-adquirida e até mesmo enviou bilhetes anônimos, tentando despertar ciúmes.

No entanto, nada funcionou. Emma parecia feliz, envolvida no mundo dela e de Patrick, e Nancy foi deixada de fora, com seus planos desmoronando inutilmente ao seu redor.

Mas Nancy não foi a única a desistir. Uma noite, ela teve a ideia perfeita para causar uma divisão entre Emma e Patrick.

“Olá, Nancy, como vai?” Nancy visitou Patrick, e a porta foi atendida por sua mãe.

“Estou bem, Sra. White. Patrick está em casa?”

“Sim, querida. Deixe-me pegá-lo.”

Patrick ficou confuso ao vê-la na porta. “Nancy? O que está acontecendo?”

“Eu sei que isso será um choque para você, Patrick, mas… eu-eu estou grávida!” ela anunciou.

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Patrick ficou chocado e aterrorizado. “O quê… mas… você tem certeza?”

Quando ela assentiu, Patrick a convidou para entrar. Ela disse a ele que ainda não tinha contado aos pais porque estava com medo. Nancy disse que seu pai definitivamente seria contra e a forçaria a interromper a gravidez. Então ela implorou a Patrick para não contar a ninguém sobre isso e percebeu o quão facilmente ele sucumbiu à mentira dela.

Patrick era um cara responsável. Nancy sabia disso. Ele segurou as mãos dela e disse: “Eu sou o pai da criança, então vou assumir a responsabilidade pelo nosso bebê. E sim, não se preocupe; isso vai ficar entre nós.”

Dias de hoje…

“Eu o usei. Eu menti para ele. Eu não estava grávida”, Nancy disse a Amanda. “Eu estava magoada e não conseguia suportar perdê-lo para Emma. Então eu contei a ele uma mentira que mudou tudo. Ele estava pronto para se levantar, deixar Emma e ser… um pai.”

“Mentiras estragam tudo, querida”, Amanda balançou a cabeça. “E depois disso? Ele nunca descobriu a verdade?”

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

“Ele não fez isso”, Nancy revelou. “Eu continuei com o ato, o enjoo matinal, a coisa toda. Mas depois de alguns meses, eu… eu não conseguia continuar com isso. Então, eu disse a ele que havia um erro no teste e que o médico estava errado. E então, Emma tinha… se mudado. Ela estava com o coração partido e tinha saído da cidade com os pais. Patrick e eu ficamos juntos. Ele nunca mais voltou para ela, nunca tentou encontrá-la. Nós apenas seguimos em frente. Ou fingimos…” Nancy acrescentou, olhando para o bebê adormecido em seus braços. Agora ela sabia que Patrick tinha retornado para Emma.

“E acho que é hora de corrigir o que não consegui naquela época”, disse Nancy e se levantou.

Ela estava saindo da casa de Amanda com o bebê quando a mulher mais velha a parou.

“O que você vai fazer com o bebê?” Amanda perguntou.

Nancy se virou e sorriu para Amanda. “Eu a criarei como minha própria filha. Talvez isso me ajude a buscar o perdão de Patrick e Emma.”

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

Apenas para fins ilustrativos | Fonte: Shutterstock

E Nancy cumpriu suas palavras. Ela criou a bebê Catherine com amor. Quando Catherine fez 16 anos, Nancy contou a ela tudo sobre seu passado. Ela esperava que Catherine a odiasse. E ela estava preparada para isso.

Mas Catherine sorriu e disse: “Nada muda o que sinto por você, mãe. Você me criou. Você estava lá para cada joelho ralado, cada febre, cada desgosto. Você é minha mãe em todos os sentidos que contam.”

Nancy chorou silenciosamente e abraçou a filha. As palavras de Catherine não só aliviaram seu coração, mas também a fizeram acreditar que Emma e Patrick a perdoaram.

Diga-nos o que você acha dessa história e compartilhe com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.

Se você gostou de ler esta história, você pode gostar desta sobre uma gangue que zombou de uma mulher plus size na praia. Mal sabiam eles que ela lhes daria uma lição inesquecível.

Este artigo é inspirado em histórias da vida cotidiana de nossos leitores e escrito por um escritor profissional. Qualquer semelhança com nomes ou locais reais é mera coincidência. Todas as imagens são apenas para fins ilustrativos. Compartilhe sua história conosco; talvez ela mude a vida de alguém. Se você gostaria de compartilhar sua história

Rich Groom Mocks Poor Mother-in-Law on Wedding Day Until She Takes Mic and Gives a Toast — Story of the Day

A groom mocked his bride’s poor mother because she came without an invitation. But when she shocked everyone after taking the mic and giving a wonderful toast, that’s when he learned a lesson he never imagined.

“I can’t believe she showed up,” Ethan grumbled under his breath while holding his bride’s hands. They were on the altar, and he had just noticed that his mother-in-law, Ada, had just walked in and sat down in the last row. He thought his future wife, Dalia, didn’t invite her mother.

“Please, Ethan. Let it go,” Dalia said quietly. She bit her lip and was waiting for her groom to make a scene, but he sighed and tried to contain himself.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

The truth is, Ethan didn’t want Dalia’s mother there for several reasons, and he didn’t understand why she had appeared. He didn’t hate the woman, but she shouldn’t be there. She didn’t belong. She scared him.

***

Ethan’s family was from old Connecticut money. The kind of money that never runs out, even through generations. Unlike the rest of his family, Ethan had fallen in love with Dalia without considering the future or how much money she had. Normally, his family arranged marriages with other affluent families or with convenient people.

The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside and his jaw dropped.

However, as soon as he saw the hard-working law student at Yale during their first Torts class, Ethan fell in love. She was feisty and was not afraid to speak her mind, and he was hooked immediately.

When they started dating, he was sure that Dalia had to come from money too. She never wore expensive clothes or anything, but she held herself up like the women in his family.

Some people believed the highly wealthy showed off their riches with clothes, cars, and other fancy things. But like that saying, “Money talks, wealth whispers,” the women in Ethan’s family were not flashy or ostentatious with their wealth, although they did take advantage of their privileges. He was sure that Dalia had to come from riches somehow.

He was completely blindsided when she told him the truth. She was a scholarship student who worked all her life to get to where she was. Her mother was a laundress for many wealthy families in the area and raised her alone.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

He was not too proud to admit that he almost broke up with Dalia at that point. He didn’t think they would work, and he also felt that she might have taken an interest in him because everyone at school knew him and his family.

“I don’t care about your money at all, Ethan. But I can’t stop you if you don’t want to be with me. Go date someone from your country club or whatever,” Dalia had scoffed at him when he told her his concerns.

“I don’t want a country club girl, Dalia. But it’s a genuine concern. Isn’t it for you? Do you think you’ll fit in?” he asked her sincerely.

“Please, I’ve dealt with snobby rich people looking down on me and my mother all my life. I don’t need this from you. In fact, my mother even told me you were not the one for me, so maybe she was right,” Dalia commented, shrugging, and grabbed her purse to leave his apartment.

“What? What do you mean? Wouldn’t any mother want their daughter to date a rich man?” Ethan questioned, baffled at the idea that a single, poor mother could hate him.

“Not my mom. She raised me to be independent. Ethan, I love you for you. But if you don’t believe that, we don’t have to be together,” Dalia continued and was almost out his door when he stopped her.

“No, please. Stay. Let’s talk,” he begged, and Dalia stayed.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

They agreed to continue dating, but the idea that Ada hated him never left Ethan’s mind. Unbeknownst to him, he started to fear the woman.

All the women he had dated before Dalia had mothers who were ecstatic with the idea of Ethan becoming part of their family. It was a given. He was the perfect bachelor. He had a stellar reputation in the community. He was smart. He had a steady future laid out for him. In short, he was a mother-in-law’s dream.

But not to Ada, who he refused to meet for years, making excuses every time Dalia tried to introduce them.

When he proposed, and she agreed, Dalia finally asked why he didn’t want to meet her mother.

“I just… don’t want to. I also don’t want her at our wedding. She won’t have a good time, and my family will mock her for her job and everything. It’s for the best, Dalia,” Ethan lied to his fiancée, not knowing how to express the truth. He still didn’t understand the truth.

“But I can’t get married without my mother, Ethan. She’s my world,” Dalia insisted.

“I’m meant to be your world now. So it’s either my way, or we don’t get married,” Ethan said, putting his foot down.

Dalia was not happy about it and tried to bring up the subject many times afterward. However, he didn’t budge, and eventually, she stopped saying anything. He thought that meant she wouldn’t invite Ada to the wedding.

***

However, the woman showed up. Ethan recognized her as soon as she got closer because he had seen her in Dalia’s pictures. She was dressed in what looked like a cheap new dress and was smiling. Ethan looked down and tried to focus on the pastor’s words.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

When the ceremony finished, they smiled and posed for pictures for the family. But when they went into a private room, he wanted to scream at his new wife.

“Please, don’t. I never agreed not to invite my mother. She is my mother. You get to have all your family here, and I also have a right to do so. So deal with it. You don’t have to be chummy with her or anything. But you’ll meet with her and act politely, or I’ll file for annulment immediately!” Dalia warned, her hands on her waist and looking stern.

“Fine,” Ethan muttered unhappily.

They exited the private room and went to the reception, where they were greeted by family, friends, and tons of people who came to congratulate them.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Dalia finally brought her mother to Ethan and introduced them for the first time.

“Mom, this is Ethan. I’m sorry you didn’t get to meet earlier,” she said, her tone a bit ashamed.

“Nice to meet you, dear. I wish you would’ve come to my house at some point. I wanted to cook for you and meet you personally,” Ada said, smiling brightly.

Ethan swallowed hard and shook the older woman’s hand. “Hmm, I’m sorry about that. Maybe after the honeymoon,” he responded, knowing he would do anything never to keep that promise.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Excellent,” Ada smiled, and Dalia smiled too.

The whole situation should’ve been entirely expected, but it wasn’t. Not for Ethan. He felt pressure in his chest. He felt fear. He realized he was intimidated by Dalia’s mother. But why?

She was a laundry woman, skinny, poor, and frail. He had dealt with ruthless business people who dealt with his father and had already faced nail-biting situations as a lawyer. So why was he afraid of this old woman?

She was just his mother-in-law, and he had nothing to fear. Nothing. Literally. He tried to calm down, but the feeling didn’t go away.

At some point, Dalia went with her bridesmaids to dance, and the groomsmen joined Ethan. He didn’t realize Ada was nearby when the boys started talking about his new mother-in-law.

“Yeah, well, Dalia comes from nothing, but now she has me. She can forget her old life. I didn’t want to invite that poor old woman, but what can I do?” Ethan mocked, and his buddies laughed. They were all rich too.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

“Yeah, well, Dalia doesn’t have to worry about money ever again with you, dude,” his friend, Austin, laughed, and the pressure on Ethan’s chest eased with the banter. They continued to mock the poor old lady, although she had been nothing but pleasant to Ethan in their brief encounter. He never expected what she would do next.

***

A few hours into the party, it was finally time for the speeches. Ethan’s best man and Dalia’s maid of honor spoke first. They were their friends from their Yale days. However, Ethan’s chest tightened again when he saw Ada getting up on stage and taking the microphone.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Ada, Dalia’s mother, and I also want to give a toast. Can you believe that I just met the groom today? Well, he didn’t want to meet me, apparently. He was mocking me with his buddies earlier this evening,” the older woman started, and Dalia turned to Ethan with a sharp look.

“Well, I’m sure you all know I don’t come from this amazing wealth. I actually don’t have much money, but I did my best with Dalia. She is my pride and joy; she loves Ethan more than anything, and I know she doesn’t care about money. That’s how I raised her,” Ada continued. “And I’m glad to know that everyone here accepted her, even with her background. Thank you for that… Now, I have a gift for the newlyweds. Can you come here, darlings?”

Ada signaled for Ethan and Dalia to join her on stage, and the older woman produced an envelope. The couple reached her, and although Ethan was sweating, he took the envelope in his hands. He browsed the papers inside, and his jaw dropped.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Dalia asked him about it, and he could only whisper, “She bought us a house.”

“With all my hard work and years of scrimping, I managed to buy my daughter a house. Nearby, actually, and I hope you can start your family there. I love you, Dalia. And I hope, Ethan, that in time, you can love me too,” Ada finished, and the whole room erupted in cheers, standing for the woman.

Dalia hugged her mother and cried terribly, not caring that her makeup was running. When they separated, the poor older woman turned to her new son-in-law with a tentative grin.

Ethan was sweating, and his eyes had watered. “I’m so sorry,” he choked. “Thank you.”

Ada only grinned wider and hugged him to her chest. She had forgiven him easily. There was no animosity in her heart for Ethan. Her daughter loved him, and she had to believe it was because he was a good man.

As Ada held him in his arms, Ethan realized something. He was afraid and intimidated by this older woman because… she made it all on her own.

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

The people in his life had been rich for generations. He didn’t know a businessman, friend, or colleague who was self-made. His friends were wealthy. His colleagues too. Dalia was self-made, but she somehow always seemed like old money.

Ada, however, was a thoroughly average – almost poor person – and she was there. She had successfully raised a thriving daughter and had spent all her hard-earned money on a house even though he knew she didn’t have one of her own.

Ethan couldn’t understand how someone could make it in this world without all his privileges, so he was afraid to be near her. He couldn’t measure next to her. He would crumble in her circumstances. He would fail. He was… nothing… without his money, and the realization was staggering.

“Son, don’t think about it twice. You’re forgiven. We’re family now. Just… make my daughter as happy as you can,” Ada said in his ear so no one else could hear, and he promised himself he would do that.

When they separated, the party started. Ethan’s parents thanked Ada for the house and they talked all night. Ethan apologized to Dalia for mocking her mother; his bride was just as understanding as his new mother-in-law.

“I will never do something like that again, and your mom will be invited to our house and all our events all the time,” he promised as they danced the night away.

Dalia nodded. “You bet she will.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

They went on their honeymoon, after which they moved into the house Ada bought them. It was huge for newlyweds, and even Dalia couldn’t believe how her mother had afforded such a luxurious place.

As they furnished the house, Ethan realized he didn’t want to stand in his father’s shadow or his family’s extensive wealth for the rest of his life. He decided to quit his job and start his own practice with Dalia, where they helped lower-income clients with their cases. His life was no longer about money; for the first time, he felt complete.

Money had driven his every move forever; now, it felt like he was cleared of it. He stopped caring about luxuries, vacations, fancy cars, or even his wealthy friends. Those things didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Dalia, Ada, his family, and the interests of his clients.

Years later, during a special anniversary dinner, Ethan’s father, Ferdinand, pulled him aside and told him how proud he was of him.

“I was going to kick you out of the practice back then after Dalia’s mother talked about you mocking her, but then you quit, and I couldn’t have been more surprised. What you’re doing now… is unbelievable. It’s what you dream of doing when you’re a young lawyer who only wants justice for the world,” Ferdinand said in a serious, heartfelt tone. “I thought I had raised a spoiled boy. But you are my pride and joy.”

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels

Ethan smiled at the words, similar to what Ada had said about Dalia at their wedding, and once again, he felt whole. As he watched his family enjoying the dinner and each other’s company, he understood that this was worth more than all the money in the world.

What can we learn from this story?

  • It’s never right to make fun of people due to their financial or social status. Ethan mocked his mother-in-law only to realize why he did it and how wrong of him it was.
  • Money is important to survive, but it’s not everything. Ethan discovered that life was more than your paycheck or how much money your family had when he married Dalia and met Ada.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a bride who walked down the aisle only to discover that her groom was marrying another woman.

This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life.

Related Posts

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*