Iris was so delighted. Her daughter Eliza was all set to get married to the love of her life, Daniel. So Iris shuffled toward her future son-in-law to give him her late husband’s diamond cufflinks.
But Daniel was walking too fast, and Iris had to race her achy knees. She watched him approach Melissa, one of the bridesmaids, and whisper something to her.
Then, they both walked away from the venue toward the back of the restaurant. Curious, Iris tiptoed behind them, only to see them slipping into a bathroom together…
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Iris slightly opened the door, and her heart sank when she peered inside.
“I can’t wait anymore, babe,” Daniel tugged at Mellissa’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Not now, darling,” Melissa crooned. “If someone finds out, our plans will be ruined. Patience, babe…you just need to stay married for a little. Think of the big payday we’ll get when you divorce your boring wife. Millions of dollars worth…but now control yourself!”
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Iris leaned over and glimpsed at Daniel and Melissa on the bathroom mirror. They were locked in each others’ arms, kissing passionately.
“Not now…” Melissa muttered. “We have to get back.”
“Not until you promise to meet me at my house later,” Daniel said. “We carry on like we always have…after Eliza’s gone to work!”
Melissa giggled. Unable to see or take it anymore, Iris hurried away to warn her daughter.
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Iris hurried to the dining room, but Eliza was not there. Suddenly, the MC called for everyone’s attention.
“Before we proceed to the wedding hall, the bride has a special gift for the groom,” he announced.
Eliza appeared on the stage and took the mic from the MC.
“…I’ve waited for a long time to find a real love…and I want to dedicate this to him!”
As the band behind Eliza started playing the chords, she sang a melodious love song. A hush fell over the room as Eliza finished singing.
The guests applauded, and Daniel rushed onto the stage and hugged her. Iris knew it would crush her daughter’s heart when she learned the truth about Daniel’s scheming.
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The MC interrupted the bustling wedding scene. “And now… love birds, your first dance!”
Iris weaved through the crowd and approached her daughter. “Eliza, I have to tell you something…it’s about Daniel.”
“Is everything okay, Mom?”
“Sweetie, he is…Can we talk privately?”
“Daniel’s waiting for me. We’ll talk after the first dance, okay?”
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Melissa sidled around Iris and approached the bride. “Daniel’s waiting for you in the dance hall.”
Eliza was so gorgeous in her wedding dress as she followed Melissa to the door. Iris was shattered, and she did not have the courage to break her daughter’s heart on her big day.
So she watched in agony as the wedding proceeded. There was nothing she could do to bring Daniel and Melissa’s affair to light. There was only one way to expose him: Iris had to ensure Eliza caught him red-handed.
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Eliza and Daniel drove Iris to the airport the following Monday to catch an early flight back home. Iris was disgusted to watch Daniel acting so lovey-dovey with Eliza.
Iris hugged Eliza goodbye before heading to the boarding lounge. Around 15 minutes later, she called a cab and returned to Eliza’s house.
Iris knew Melissa and Daniel would meet after Eliza went to work, and she decided to catch them.
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When Iris arrived at Eliza’s house, she saw Melissa’s car parked in the driveway. She quickly called Eliza.
“Sweetie, my flight was canceled,” Iris told her daughter. “I hailed a taxi to your place…I’m feeling dizzy…can you meet me there?”
“Oh, God, Mom! I’m busy…but don’t worry. I’ll call Daniel and ask him, alright?”
“No, don’t call him. I want you to come here…please, it’s important.”
Eliza sighed. “Fine…I’m coming.”
Iris hung up and crept up to the window.
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She peered through the glass pane and saw nothing strange at first. Then, the door swung open as Daniel and Melissa entered the room, kissing each other.
He set her down, and the pair started making out on the couch.
Iris glanced at the street, but there was still no sign of Eliza. She peeked through the window and quickly looked away in disgust, seeing how things inside had heated up.
Iris stood by the curb, praying for her daughter to be there soon. Five minutes later, Eliza pulled up.
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“Mom, are you okay?” Eliza approached Iris.
“No, I’m not. Your husband and that Melissa. They’re in there…fooling around.”
“WHAT?” Eliza was shocked.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I overheard them on your wedding day…”
“You overheard what?”
“They are having an affair…and have planned to swindle you and take your money when Daniel leaves you,” Iris replied as Eliza froze.
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“Daniel and Melissa?” Eliza’s breath shuddered. “He’s always been nice to me…how did I not have a clue about this affair?”
“They’re in there right now…” Iris pointed to the door. “Why don’t you go see with your own eyes?”
Eliza nodded curtly and wiped her tears. She angrily marched to the front door, and Iris was right behind her.
They tiptoed to the living room. The sound of Daniel and Melissa giggling behind the couch echoed in the hallway.
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“What the hell’s going on here?” she yelled.
Iris rushed in but was caught off-guard by the sight before her shocked eyes. It didn’t make any sense.
Just mere minutes ago, when she looked through the window, Daniel and Melissa were engrossed in their intimate moment. But now, they were casually seated on the sofa like nothing had happened.
“Eliza? What do you mean?” Daniel replied. “Melissa and I were discussing work…Didn’t I tell you I’d be working from home this week?”
“You LIAR!” Iris pointed at Daniel. “I saw the both of you doing ‘things’ on that sofa…you must’ve seen us coming and gotten dressed.”
“Gotten dressed?” Melissa frowned. “Jesus…you think Daniel and I are having…an affair?”
“Just shut up,” Eliza snapped. “My mother saw you two in the bathroom on our wedding day…and now, in our house. You were so insistent on sharing our assets and money when we got married. And now I know why…Daniel, you married me for my money.’
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“That’s not true!” Daniel denied the allegation. “Being married means sharing everything. What’s mine is yours, Eliza. I’m sorry your mother thinks so cheap of me…but she’s mistaken. Melissa and I are friends and business partners. I thought you… trusted me.”
“I did, Daniel. But why would my Mom lie to me? I just…I just don’t understand.”
“Eliza, I love you…and I can prove it,” Daniel took Eliza’s hand.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys.
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“See this?” He dropped the keys into Eliza’s palm. “I made the final payment for our new home yesterday. Melissa was here to help me with an idea to surprise you. But everything’s ruined now.”
“He’s lying, Eliza,” Iris insisted as she watched Eliza lift the keys with her trembling fingers.
But Eliza didn’t seem to hear. “You were going to surprise me?” she whispered.
“Yes! I wanted to drive you there in a blindfold…walk you onto the lawn…and show you our dream home. But I guess I’ll be staying there alone now. There’s no point in sharing my life with a woman who doesn’t trust me.”
Daniel snatched the keys from Eliza and stormed to their bedroom.
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“Wait, you can’t just leave me like this,” Eliza ran after Daniel. “I don’t doubt you…but I know Mom would never tell me something like this unless it’s true.”
Daniel stopped and turned around. “I don’t know what your Mom saw and heard. I’ve offered you proof. If you still don’t believe me, I don’t think this marriage can last.”
“I trust you…that’s why it hurts so much to think of you cheating on me. I love you, Daniel…”
“I love you too,” Daniel said. “I don’t understand what went wrong to make it easy for you to believe such awful things about me. If you truly believe that I’ve been unfaithful to you, tell me now. I’ll pack my things and leave you…forever.”
“I trust you! Please forgive me,” Eliza hugged Daniel as Iris couldn’t believe it.
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Iris’s heart raced in her chest. It was all too much for her. Her knees gave way as a dull pain spread through her chest. The last thing Iris heard was the piercing shrill of ambulance sirens.
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Iris was rushed to the hospital, where the doctors informed her she’d had a heart attack.
“You scared me, Mom…I’m glad you’re okay,” Eliza visited Iris and hugged her.
“I’ll feel a lot better if you tell me that you’ve kicked that fraudster and his mistress out.”
Eliza rolled her eyes. “Mom, please don’t talk about my husband like that. You’ve mistaken things about him…”
“Wake up, Eliza. He’s just using you. All that nonsense about buying a house was his way of guilt-tripping you into staying.”
“But it proves he loves me. Why would he want me to stay if he was only after my money?”
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“Why don’t you check your prenup, Eliza?” Iris snapped. “Good Lord, how do I make you understand that your husband is a gold-digger?”
“Mom, please stop this. Let’s not assume things and punish Daniel for something he’s never done.”
“Fine then,” Iris said. “If you don’t want to open your eyes and see the reality, then things are going to be different from now on.”
“What do you mean, Mom?”
Iris reached for her phone and dialed a number.
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“Hello, Mr. Simms…I’m calling you about my will,” Iris told her lawyer. “I want to make an urgent change. I’ve decided to leave all my wealth to charity. My daughter will not inherit a dime. And I want you to freeze her bank account. Yes…immediately. Thank you.”
“What?” Eliza stood shocked. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m sorry, Eliza, but you left me with no choice. I don’t want our family’s hard-earned money being palmed to a gold-digger using you.”
“Fine!” Eliza yelled. “If you’re cutting me off your will, so be it. I don’t want to see you again.”
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The following few weeks were the most challenging days for Iris. She underwent heart surgery and was released from the hospital after a long recovery period.
She felt very lonely and even tried calling Eliza. But her daughter never answered, and Iris was heartbroken. She called her every day and sent her text messages.
Iris wasn’t surprised when there was no reply. But one day, her doorbell rang. When Iris opened the door, she froze in disbelief.
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“Eliza?!” Iris teared up as a wave of emotions washed over her. “Sweetie…”
Iris stopped talking when Eliza looked at her with red, puffy eyes.
“It’s Daniel, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around Eliza’s shoulders and led her inside.
“I’m sorry, Mom…I should’ve listened to you,” Eliza sobbed. “You were right!”
Iris hugged Eliza. She hated seeing her daughter so heartbroken but was glad she was finally free from that money-grubber, Daniel.
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Granddad Forbids Anyone from Touching His Old Mattress, Girl Finds Stash There after His Death – Story of the Day
Inside her late grandfather’s mattress, Brooke uncovers a stash that shatters everything she thought she knew about her parents’ death. But this hidden secret doesn’t just affect her; it threatens to destroy the entire town.
Brooke stood in the doorway of her grandfather’s bedroom, her nose prickling as memories flooded her mind. Her breath came in unevenly as she remembered all the times she had visited him, almost hearing Granddad Charles’s hearty laugh echoing through the halls.
“I can’t believe he’s truly gone,” she whispered, running her hand along the old oak dresser.
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The room smelled of old books and the faint scent of Granddad’s favorite pipe tobacco and his signature Aqua Velva aftershave.
After a moment, Brooke’s eyes fell on a framed photo of her parents on the nightstand. She was truly alone in this world now, as they had died years ago in a freak car accident.
As she began the daunting task of sorting through Granddad’s belongings, her mind wandered to how Granddad had never allowed anyone to touch his bed.
“Don’t you ever touch that mattress, young lady,” Granddad would say whenever Brooke jumped and bounced on the surface as a child. “It’s got more secrets than you can imagine.”
Now, standing before that very bed, Brooke felt an irresistible pull. She lifted one corner of the mattress, figuring that any secret would be hidden beneath.
She didn’t actually expect to find anything, much less something that would change everything. Beneath the mattress lay a small leather-bound book, yellowed newspaper clippings, and a stack of photographs.
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“Oh, Granddad,” Brooke breathed, “what were you hiding?”
She took the items and sifted through the papers. As she read, her eyebrows raised in surprise. For some reason, Granddad had meticulously documented the investigation into her parents’ “accident.”
He had been obsessed with it, claiming the police officers were corrupt, despite having served as a cop for decades himself. He had insisted that something was wrong.
Brooke hadn’t believed him then, but now, with the evidence before her, she felt compelled to dig deeper. Investigating this matter suddenly became her entire focus.
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“Mr. Johnson was seen leaving the Starlight Lounge, visibly intoxicated,” she read aloud. “Officer Parker waved him through a checkpoint.”
Brooke’s hands trembled as she pieced together the truth that her granddad had uncovered: the police had covered up the drunk driving of a wealthy person in town who run into her parents.
Hot, angry tears streamed down her face, but she refused to break down from the unfairness and frustration. She knew she had to do something about this information.
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“I’ll finish what you started, Granddad,” Brooke vowed. “They won’t get away with this.”
***
The next day, Brooke marched into the offices of the local newspaper, her granddad’s evidence tucked safely in her bag.
The bustling newsroom barely noticed her arrival, but she didn’t care.
Brooke walked straight to an editor’s office and blurted out, “I’ve got a story you need to hear!”
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The gruff man sitting behind the desk looked up from his reading and leaned back in his chair, eyeing Brooke warily. “Hello, young lady. I’m Frank, and I have to tell you, we get a lot of people in here claiming to have the next big scoop. What makes yours special?”
Brooke took a deep breath, sat in the chair opposite the editor, and began to lay out the facts. As she spoke, Frank’s expression changed from doubt to intrigue.
After a few minutes, he leaned forward, resting his head on his linked hands, clearly captivated by the story unfolding before him.
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“This is explosive stuff, Ms. Taylor,” he said when she finished. “Are you sure you want to go public with this? There could be serious consequences.”
Brooke’s eyes flashed with determination. “Sir, I’ve spent years wondering why the universe took my parents. Every birthday, every holiday, every milestone in my life since they died has been overshadowed by this unanswered question. Now that I know it wasn’t just fate, but foul play, I can’t sit on it. This isn’t just about my family anymore. It’s about every person in this town who’s been told to accept injustice because that’s just how things are.”
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Frank studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright, Ms. Taylor. We’ll run the story. But I need you to understand something. This isn’t going to be easy. People are going to come after you, try to discredit you, and maybe even threaten you. Are you prepared for that?”
“My grandfather was a cop for thirty years,” Brooke responded. “He taught me that doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but it’s always necessary. I’m ready for whatever comes.”
Frank’s face softened slightly. “Your grandfather sounds like he was a good man. Alright, let’s get to work. We’ve got a lot to do if we’re going to break this story wide open.”
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***
The story hit the front page the following week, and Brooke’s phone buzzed constantly with messages of support and outrage.
She also took to social media, sharing the link to the story and rallying people to demand justice.
“My parents deserved better,” she wrote in a viral post. “We all deserve better from those sworn to protect us.”
As public pressure mounted, the police department grudgingly reopened the case.
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Brooke watched with grim satisfaction as Officer Parker, the officer in charge of the original investigation, squirmed under questioning during a special press conference.
“We had no choice,” he finally admitted. “Mr. Johnson’s family has connections. We were told to make it go away.”
The Johnson family was indeed wealthy and influential, owning many businesses in the area and having funded the campaigns of several local government officials.
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The revelation sent shockwaves through the community, leading to protests outside the police station as citizens demanded accountability and transparency.
Protesters also gathered at Mr. Johnson’s and his family’s known properties in town. The Johnson family quickly lawyered up and hired PR representatives to try to discredit Brooke.
However, in this political climate, people were more inclined to believe the young woman who had lost everything. The community’s support for Brooke only grew stronger, and the pressure on the Johnson family and local officials intensified.
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While walking down the street one day, Brooke was suddenly surrounded by a swarm of reporters.
“Ms. Taylor, some people are saying you’re doing this for attention or financial gain. How do you respond to that?” one journalist asked.
Brooke’s eyes flashed with emotion, but she took a deep breath before responding. “I lost my parents when I was eight years old. Do you know what that’s like? I’m not doing this for fame or money. I’m doing it because for years, I’ve had a hole in my heart where my parents should be, and my granddad believed something was wrong. How could I possibly stay silent?”
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Her voice broke slightly, but she continued
“This isn’t just about me. It’s about every family who’s lost someone because people in power decided their lives were less important than protecting the wealthy and influential. It’s about making sure no other child has to grow up feeling like their parents’ lives didn’t matter. So no, I don’t care about attention or money. I care about justice, pure and simple.”
As the investigation progressed, more details emerged. It turned out that Mr. Johnson had a history of drunk driving incidents that had been swept under the rug, further fueling the community’s outrage and deepening the scandal.
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Other families came forward with similar stories of injustice, further exposing the depth of corruption in the town.
Months later, a trial was set, becoming a media circus. Each day, the courthouse steps were crowded with reporters and protesters.
Inside a cold courtroom, Brooke sat stoically as Mr. Johnson finally faced justice.
The prosecution presented a damning case, bolstered by the evidence her granddad had gathered. Brooke testified about the emotional and financial strains her small family suffered after her parents’ death, vividly describing the pain and loss they endured.
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But Brooke also added her own emotions, and the judge allowed her to speak. “My grandfather never stopped searching for the truth,” she said. “He knew something wasn’t right, and he refused to let it go. I’m here to finish what he started.”
As the trial neared its end, the Johnson family contacted the D.A.’s office, hoping for a settlement. The prosecutors consulted Brooke, but she refused any monetary offer.
“Money was always how the Johnsons solved things,” she thought. “Not anymore!”
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The case continued, and on the last day, Mr. Johnson stood and looked at Brooke. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry.”
Brooke simply nodded.
The case concluded, and the jury took a couple of days to deliberate. The courtroom was hushed as they filed in.
“How do you find the defendant?” the judge asked.
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“Guilty, Your Honor,” the jury foreman replied.
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Brooke closed her eyes and felt a wave of relief wash over her. We did it, Granddad!
The aftermath of the trial brought sweeping changes to the town. Several corrupt officers were fired, and new policies were implemented to ensure greater accountability.
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The case and her story were the talk of the town for a long time, but Brooke didn’t care about the attention. Justice had been served, and Mr. Johnson would spend several years in jail.
Now, it was time to look to the future, and perhaps… help others find justice too.
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