Camilla is headed to her grandmother’s 80th birthday dinner, where family tensions and secrets are set to unravel. As they gather for the first time in years, old rivalries ignite, hidden truths surface, and a sudden twist leaves them all reeling.
Camilla and her husband, Scott, were driving to a family dinner at her grandmother’s house. For the first time in years, the entire family was together.
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They had come from different cities because it was Grandma Eleanor’s 80th birthday, and she insisted they all attend. Scott parked the car, and they stepped out into the cool evening air.
“I still don’t get why we’re here,” Scott grumbled as they walked to the front door.
“It’s Grandma’s birthday,” Camilla replied. “She wants to see us all together. She’s the only kind person in our family. I couldn’t say no.”
“I get that, but I could be working right now. You know we need the money more than ever,” Scott complained.
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“It’s just one evening.” Camilla patted her stomach, her loose sweater concealing her figure. “Do you think they’ll notice?”
“They shouldn’t. Even I wouldn’t if I didn’t know,” Scott responded.
“Good. I don’t want Mom to know yet. Maybe I’ll tell Grandma at the end of the night,” Camilla said.
“It’s your choice, honey. I’m here for you,” Scott said, giving her a gentle hug.
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They heard another car parking. Turning around, they saw Camilla’s brother, Michael, and his wife, Stacy, getting out of their car.
“Hey! Wait for us!” Michael shouted, running over.
“Sweetie, I can’t run! I’m in heels!” Stacy whined, catching up slowly. Camilla and Scott exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. It was clear Stacy was with Michael for his wealth, once she even said it herself.
“Can we go in now?” Scott asked. They all approached the door, and Camilla rang the bell.
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A moment later, the door opened, and a joyous Eleanor stood there. “My darlings! I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed, hugging each of them. They walked into the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited, laden with food.
“Why did you make so much? You could’ve waited, and we would’ve helped,” Camilla said.
“Stop it. I enjoy doing this,” Eleanor replied. They all sat at the table.
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“Mom isn’t here yet?” Michael asked.
“She said she wasn’t sure if she could make it,” Eleanor said sadly.
“Typical. She never has time for us,” Camilla remarked.
“Stop it. She’s our mom,” Michael responded.
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“Just because you’re her favorite doesn’t mean anything! She hasn’t even wished me a happy birthday in years!” Camilla snapped.
“Not everyone can be perfect like you!” Michael shouted back.
“She always put her acting career before us! She still does! And look who’s talking about perfection – the owner of several restaurants!” Camilla yelled.
“I worked hard for that!” Michael shouted.
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“Let’s calm down a bit,” Scott suggested.
But Camilla didn’t hear him. “You just got lucky Uncle decided to give the restaurants to you!” she screamed.
“You’ve always been jealous of me!” Michael yelled.
“Jealous?! Of what?! That you’re completely alone, and your wife’s with you only for the money?!” Camilla screamed.
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“As if your situation is any better! Your husband can’t even find a decent job! And how long have you been trying to have a kid? Five? Ten years?” Michael yelled.
“Go to hell!” Camilla screamed.
“Enough!” Eleanor shouted, standing up. “You’re acting like children! I brought you here to have a nice dinner on MY birthday. And I was even thinking about what to do with the inheritance.”
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“What inheritance?!” Michael and Camilla asked in unison.
“The one your grandfather left, and I will leave too. But you can forget about it. You don’t know how to appreciate what you have. I’m not leaving you anything until you learn to value it!” Eleanor declared.
“Wait! What do we need to do to get the inheritance?” Michael shouted after her.
“Convince me you deserve it,” Eleanor said, walking away.
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Camilla started feeling unwell and stepped outside, holding and gently rubbing her stomach. After a few minutes, Michael joined her.
“So we might get an inheritance,” he said to Camilla.
“We might have if you hadn’t ruined everything as usual,” Camilla replied.
“Me? You started it,” Michael said defensively.
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“Michael, I need this inheritance. I really need it,” Camilla said.
“I need it too,” Michael retorted.
“You have restaurants! Leave me something!” Camilla snapped.
“Business isn’t going well, and Stacy threatens to leave if I don’t fix it,” Michael said.
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“That might be good for you,” Camilla said. “I’m not backing down. Scott and I need the money badly right now.”
“And what are you going to do?” Michael asked.
“Prove I deserve the inheritance,” Camilla said, walking back into the house.
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“Hey! That’s not fair!” Michael shouted, following her.
Camilla found Eleanor in her bedroom. “I’m sorry we ruined your celebration with our fighting,” Camilla said.
“It’s not your fault. Your mother didn’t raise you to be friendly,” Eleanor replied.
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“Do you want something? Food? Drink?” Camilla asked.
“Is this how you want to prove you deserve the inheritance?”
“Scott and I really need this money right now,” Camilla said, placing a hand on her stomach. “Because—”
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Michael barged in, interrupting, “Don’t listen to her. She’s lying about me.”
“We weren’t talking about you,” Eleanor said. “Camilla, you were saying?”
“No, nothing important. I’ll tell you later,” Camilla said, not wanting Michael to hear.
“Do you need anything, Grandma? Let me help you with something,” Michael offered.
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“If you think sucking up to me will get you the inheritance, you’re wrong,” Eleanor said. “Let’s go back to the table and continue dinner.”
The three of them returned to the dining room, where Scott and Stacy were still sitting, and saw that Margaret, Camilla and Michael’s mom, had arrived.
“My darlings! I’m so happy to see you!” Margaret said, hugging Michael and then Camilla. “You’ve gained some weight, Camilla,” she commented, making Camilla roll her eyes. They all sat down.
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“Michael told me you’re discussing inheritance. Am I in the list of heirs?” Margaret asked.
“So that’s why you came. Not surprised my daughter only wants money from me,” Eleanor said.
“Not at all. I came for your birthday,” Margaret said.
“Sure, I believe that,” Eleanor replied.
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“I think we should discuss the inheritance,” Michael said, holding Stacy’s hand. “We believe it should go to us.”
“Why you?” Scott asked.
“When was the last time you visited Grandma?” Camilla asked.
“We live far away; it’s hard to get here,” Michael replied.
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“We also live far away but visit at least once a month,” Camilla said.
“I sent groceries to Grandma!” Michael shouted.
“I helped her around the house!” Camilla shouted back.
“I called her every week!” Michael yelled.
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“I called her every day!” Camilla screamed.
“I think the inheritance should go to me as the oldest,” Margaret said.
“No!” Camilla and Michael shouted in unison.
“Oh!” Margaret said, clutching her chest.
“Grandma, are you okay?” Camilla asked.
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“Yes, just…” Eleanor didn’t finish her sentence and fainted. Camilla rushed to her.
“Grandma! Grandma! Call an ambulance!” Camilla shouted, then grabbed her stomach and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked nervously.
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“It’s starting,” Camilla said.
“What’s starting? Labor?” Scott asked.
“Yes,” Camilla said, screaming again.
“You’re pregnant?!” Michael asked, shocked.
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“I’m going to be a grandma!” Margaret exclaimed.
Scott called an ambulance, and they took Camilla and Eleanor to the hospital. The rest gathered to drive to the hospital in Michael’s car.
“Let’s take my car,” Michael said.
“Fine,” Scott replied.
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“Michael, maybe you shouldn’t go. You know I hate hospitals,” Stacy said.
“What? My grandma is sick, and my sister is giving birth,” Michael said.
“But I don’t want to go,” Stacy said.
“Then stay,” Michael said.
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Michael, Scott, and Margaret drove after the ambulance.
Camilla was in the delivery room, almost ready to give birth but refusing to until she heard about Eleanor.
“What’s happening with Grandma?!” Camilla screamed. “Tell me about my Grandma!”
Scott sat beside her, holding her hand. “Please, calm down. The baby is the priority now.”
“There’s no time to wait. We need to deliver,” the doctor said.
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“What’s happening with my Grandma?!” Camilla screamed.
The doctors calmed her down, and she delivered a healthy baby girl. She held the baby when Michael and Margaret entered the room.
“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Michael said. “I’m sorry for everything I said at dinner.”
Margaret looked upset. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” she asked Camilla.
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“I didn’t want you to be in her life and then disappear like you did with me and Michael,” Camilla said.
“You’re right. I wasn’t a good mom. But maybe I can be a good grandma,” Margaret said.
“Let’s take it slow,” Camilla replied. “Do you know what’s happening with Grandma?”
“Camilla…” Margaret hesitated. “You need to rest and not stress.”
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“What happened to her?” Camilla insisted.
“Her heart stopped,” Michael said. “The doctor said it had been bad for a while. I think that’s why she wanted us all together.”
Camilla started to cry, and Scott hugged her.
A doctor entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but we found something in Eleanor’s belongings. I think you should see it,” the doctor said, handing Michael a folded note. Michael brought it to Camilla, and they read it together.
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I know our family isn’t the closest, and I wanted to change that. I hope it can happen with you, but I have more hope for the new generation. Camilla, I know you’re pregnant, even though you tried to hide it. I’m so happy for you and Scott. That is why I want my great-grandchild to inherit everything I have. Teach this child to love and protect our family, as it’s the most important thing we have. Michael, it’s time to leave Stacy. Margaret, it’s time to learn to be a mother and a grandmother. I love you all very much and hope you know that. Learn to love each other too.
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Michael and Camilla had tears streaming down their faces.
“It looks like your little girl is very lucky,” Michael said. “Do you know what to name her?”
Camilla looked at the baby, then at Scott. Scott nodded.
“Her name is Eleanor.”
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For Months, I Kept Receiving Gifts From a Secret Admirer, but the Truth I Discovered on Valentine’s Day Shocked Me — Story of the Day
I never cared for romance. It always seemed like a fantasy, something that belonged in movies, not real life. But then the gifts started arriving—flowers, chocolates, even books I had wanted. No name, no clues. Just a secret admirer who knew too much. Someone was watching. But who? And why?
To be honest, I was never the romantic type. It had always been that way. Ever since my teenage years, I never understood why everyone was so obsessed with romantic comedies.
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The grand gestures, the dramatic confessions, the over-the-top happy endings—it all felt staged, unrealistic.
Love didn’t work like that in real life. At least, that’s what I believed. Yet, someone decided to prove me wrong.
One day, I arrived at work, juggling my coffee and bag, only to freeze at my desk.
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A massive bouquet of flowers sat there, bright and overwhelming. A note was attached.
My heart pounded as I unfolded it, hoping for a name. But all it said was, “Your smile brightens my days.”
“Did anyone see who brought this bouquet?” I asked, holding up the note.
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Robert looked up from his computer. “No. I was the first one here. It was already on your desk when I arrived.” His usual warm smile made me trust him.
Robert was my favorite coworker. He was kind, thoughtful, and always had my back.
“Wow,” Brian said from across the room. “Someone actually noticed you exist.”
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I rolled my eyes. Brian was my least favorite coworker. Brian never missed a chance to annoy me.
Since my first day at the office, he had made it his mission to get on my nerves.
“Do you have to be like that?” Robert asked, shaking his head. “Jealous the bouquet isn’t for you?”
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Brian smirked. “Oh, look at our knight in shining armor.” He walked off before I could reply.
“Thanks,” I said to Robert.
“Always happy to help,” he said, winking.
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I smiled, pushed the flowers aside, and turned on my computer. Work had to come first.
The thing was, Robert, Brian, and I were each working on a project for the company, but only one of us would receive funding.
Winning meant recognition, respect, and career growth. Losing meant months of effort wasted. I figured that was why Brian had been even more unbearable lately.
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He thrived on competition and loved getting under my skin. This was a battle, and in battles, anything was fair game.
I couldn’t let him—or even Robert—win. I was one of the only women in the company, and I had worked hard to get here.
If my project got funded, it would prove I belonged, that I was just as good—no, better—than the men.
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But then, there were the gifts. The gifts from my secret admirer didn’t stop—they kept arriving almost daily.
At first, I didn’t mind. A bouquet one day, chocolates the next. Then, candy and books—ones I had wanted but never mentioned aloud, at least not that I remembered.
That’s when it stopped feeling sweet and started feeling… unsettling. I wasn’t the kind of person to daydream about romance.
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I didn’t swoon over mystery admirers. I analyzed, questioned, doubted. How did this person know so much about me?
Someone was watching. Someone knew my habits, my preferences. I wasn’t flattered. I was scared.
“You must be happy to have a secret admirer,” Robert said one day, leaning back in his chair.
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“Honestly, it freaks me out,” I admitted.
Robert raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. It’s sweet.”
I shook my head. “Not so sure about that.”
Brian, who had been eavesdropping, smirked. “Right. It’s probably some psycho who’s going to be waiting outside the office one day to get rid of you.”
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I grabbed a pencil and threw it at him. “Only a sick idiot like you would do that.”
Brian dodged it easily. “Touched a nerve?”
I turned back to my work, pushing away the anxious thoughts. My head was already spinning from this project.
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I just wanted to get it over with. The presentation wasn’t until February 14th. Ironic, wasn’t it?
Brian wasn’t done. He strolled over and glanced at my computer screen. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
I turned the monitor away from him. “Stop snooping. You probably just want to steal my idea.”
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“My idea is way better,” Brian said, crossing his arms.
“Sure,” I said, dripping with sarcasm.
Brian rolled his eyes and walked away.
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I sighed and reached for my paper cup, but it was empty. “I really need to buy a water bottle. I’m tired of constantly running to the cooler,” I muttered to myself.
The next morning, when I arrived at work, a sleek new water bottle sat on my desk.
A note was attached. “So you don’t have to keep running to the cooler.” I froze.
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What the…?
Someone had overheard me. Someone from this office.
“Want to grab lunch together?” Robert asked, appearing beside me.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, distracted.
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“Nice bottle,” he said, pointing at it.
“Yeah,” I murmured, picking it up.
“You don’t seem too happy about it. Didn’t you want one?” Robert asked, watching me closely.
I nodded, but my mind kept racing. Something didn’t feel right. Then, it clicked. It was Robert. Robert was my secret admirer.
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He sat next to me every day, close enough to hear my offhand comments. He knew my favorite things.
He had always been kind, always supportive. Who else could it be? It made perfect sense.
I wanted to ask him about it, to confirm my theory. But the presentation was too important.
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I couldn’t let myself get distracted now. My focus had to stay on my project.
On February 14th, we finally presented. The conference room was packed, tension filling the air.
As the discussion began, I listened carefully. Robert’s project came up first.
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Then Brian’s. Executives asked questions, debated ideas. But no one mentioned mine. Not once.
“You’ve talked a lot about Robert’s and my projects, but you haven’t said anything about Leslie’s,” Brian suddenly said, his voice steady.
“You think it’s worth discussing?” our boss, Paul, asked, barely glancing at my report.
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Ouch. That stung.
Brian sat up straighter. “I think it’s the most deserving of the three. It’s obvious Leslie’s project is the best.”
I had to stop my jaw from dropping. Brian, of all people, was defending me?
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“I don’t think so,” Robert cut in. “I still believe mine is the best, or at the very least, Brian’s. Men are better architects than women.”
I felt like I had been slapped. Robert, who I had thought was supportive, had said that?
One of the executives finally looked at my project. He flipped through the pages, nodding slowly. “Actually, I think Brian is right. Leslie’s project is the strongest.”
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A heated debate followed. People argued back and forth, numbers and strategies thrown around. I held my breath, waiting for the final decision.
Nearly an hour later, we walked out of the conference room.
I had won.
My project had been chosen. Relief and pride flooded through me. I knew I had earned it.
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“Thanks for speaking up for me,” I told Brian as we walked down the hallway.
He shrugged, hands in his pockets, then kept walking.
I shook my head and turned to Robert. My excitement was quickly fading. “You were acting weird during the presentation. Especially considering how you feel about me.”
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Robert frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I know you like me. You’re my secret admirer,” I said, crossing my arms.
Robert blinked. “What? Where did you get that idea?”
“Everything fits. Plus, you’re always nice to me,” I said.
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Robert sighed. “I’m just polite. I have a girlfriend.”
“Oh…” My stomach dropped.
“Yeah. And I still think my project should have won,” he added.
I shook my head. “Learn to accept defeat,” I said and walked away.
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If it wasn’t Robert, then who was it?
Now, my secret admirer scared me even more. What if he had some kind of listening device at my desk? How else did he know everything?
That evening, as I left the office, unease settled in my stomach. Brian’s words kept replaying in my head—that one day, my admirer would be waiting outside.
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When I stepped out and saw a figure standing by the door, my heart stopped. I panicked and screamed.
“Oh my God, Brian! You scared me!” I yelled, my pulse racing.
“Sorry,” he said, shifting on his feet.
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“What are you doing here?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Waiting outside the office to get rid of you,” he said, his tone unreadable.
“What…?” My confusion deepened.
Brian sighed. “Remember when we talked about your secret admirer, and I said that one day he’d be waiting for you outside?”
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I interrupted him. “Yeah, but what does that—” I froze. My mind pieced it together. “Wait… it’s you?”
Brian nodded.
Only then did I notice the large bouquet in his hands. Tulips. My favorite.
“But why all of this?” I asked, staring at the flowers.
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“I figured you needed to see a different side of me. Not just the Brian who teases you,” he said, shifting awkwardly.
“You could have just stopped acting like a jerk instead of scaring me half to death,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“Yeah… it didn’t go exactly as I planned,” Brian admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
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“So… you like me?” I asked.
Brian covered his face with his hand. “I’m not good at talking about this,” he muttered.
“I’ve noticed,” I said, smirking.
“…Yeah. I do,” he finally said, avoiding eye contact.
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I smiled.
“Well, happy Valentine’s Day,” Brian said, turning to walk away.
“Hey, that’s it?” I called after him. “No invitation to dinner?”
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Brian hesitated. “You’d actually want that?”
I walked up to him and took his arm. “Well, I do need to get to know this other Brian,” I said.
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