On my 35th birthday, my husband handed me the keys to a brand-new car. It should have been a dream come true, but instead, it became the beginning of a nightmare I never saw coming.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way Roy’s face lit up when he handed me the tiny black key. It was my 35th birthday, and I was expecting something small—a dinner, maybe a bouquet.
Instead, he stood there in the driveway with a ridiculous grin, a shiny yellow car behind him, and a bow on the hood so big it looked like it belonged on a Christmas commercial.
Man presenting a car as a birthday gift to his wife | Source: Midjourney
“Happy birthday, babe,” he said, placing the key in my hand like it was a treasure.
I blinked, staring at the car like it might vanish if I looked away. “Roy… is this real? Is it mine?” My voice trembled, half from excitement and half from disbelief.
“All yours,” he confirmed, slipping an arm around my waist. “No more running for the bus in the rain or carrying three bags of groceries on foot. You deserve this.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you! This is—this is amazing!”
Couple hugging next to a brand new car | Source: Midjourney
But as I hugged him, a small, nagging thought pushed its way into my mind. We were a one-car family, living comfortably but not extravagantly. Roy had been putting in long hours at work lately, but even with overtime…
“Wait,” I said, pulling back to study his face. “How could we afford this? Did you get a bonus or something?”
He hesitated. It was subtle, just a fraction of a second too long, but I caught it. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said lightly. “I’ve got it covered.”
The warmth in my chest dimmed, replaced by a chill of unease. Something wasn’t adding up.
A couple having an intimate moment | Source: Midjourney
“Roy,” I pressed, “where did the money come from?”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let’s not ruin your birthday with talk about finances, okay?”
I laughed nervously, but my stomach twisted. This was supposed to be the happiest moment of my day, maybe my year.
So why did it feel like the start of a mystery I wasn’t sure I wanted to solve?
The decision to follow Roy wasn’t one I made lightly. For days, the nagging voice in my head had been relentless. It whispered doubts and begged me to find answers.
Woman in deep thoughts standing by the window | Source: Midjourney
When Roy left that evening, claiming yet again he had a “late meeting,” I grabbed my purse and my courage, determined to follow him.
I kept a safe distance as his car weaved through the city. At first, it seemed routine. He passed familiar intersections and drove through the usual part of town. But then he took a sharp right, down a street I’d never been on.
“Where are you going, Roy?” I muttered under my breath.
He pulled into a parking garage. I hesitated, nervous to get too close. A few seconds later, I saw him step out of his car.
And then I saw her.
Woman in her car spying on her husband | Source: Midjourney
She emerged from the passenger’s side. She was the kind of woman who looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, not walking through a dingy garage. Gold bangles glinted on her wrist, and her laugh echoed off the concrete walls—light, confident, and far too familiar.
Roy was smiling. Not the polite, business smile I knew, but something softer, more personal. He said something to her, and she laughed again, touching his arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
My chest tightened. This wasn’t a colleague. This wasn’t a meeting.
Shocked woman inside a car | Source: Midjourney
I hid behind a corner, my hands trembling as I pulled out my phone. I snapped a picture, then another, making sure their faces were clear. But what happened next stopped me cold.
The woman reached into her oversized designer bag and pulled out an envelope—thick, bulging. She handed it to Roy, and he tucked it into his jacket without hesitation.
“What the hell…” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the blood rushing in my ears.
I stayed hidden, watching as they disappeared into the building. My mind raced with possibilities. Was he in trouble? Was she blackmailing him? Or worse… was he working with her?
Wealthy woman handing an envelope to a man | Source: Midjourney
By the time I got home, my hands were shaking, I could barely unlock the door. Whatever Roy was caught up in, it was bigger than I ever imagined—and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to uncover the truth.
When Roy walked through the door that night, I was already sitting at the kitchen table, the photos on my phone queued up and ready. My heart was pounding, but I kept my voice steady.
“Roy, we need to talk.”
Disappointed woman seated at her kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
He stopped mid-step, his eyes locking onto mine. The weight in my tone must have tipped him off. “What’s wrong?”
I stood, holding my phone out in front of me like it was a weapon. “This. Who is she? What is this?”
His face turned ghostly pale as he saw the pictures—him and the woman, the envelope. He blinked, but no words came out.
“Well?” I pressed, my voice rising. “What does all this mean? And why was she giving you money?”
He sank into the nearest chair, rubbing his face with his hands like he could erase the moment. “I… I never wanted it to come to this,” he murmured, his voice breaking.
Stressed out man | Source: Midjourney
“What does that even mean, Roy?” I snapped. “Start talking. Now.”
“She’s… she’s my boss. Mrs. Hathaway,” he finally said, avoiding my gaze.
“Your boss?” I repeated, incredulous. “Why is your boss giving you cash in a parking garage? What’s going on?”
Roy exhaled shakily, tears brimming in his eyes. “She’s never been able to have kids,” he began, his words trembling. “And one day, she saw our kids. She said they were beautiful, perfect. She started asking questions, and then she… she started offering me money.”
Wealthy young woman in her office handing lots of cash to her employee | Source: Midjourney
My stomach twisted. “Money? For what?”
“To convince you to have another child,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “For her. She said if we had another baby, she’d take it after it was born. She’d raise it as her own.”
I staggered back, my breath caught in my throat. “Are you even hearing yourself? You’re asking me to sell our child? For a car?”
“No!” he shouted, standing abruptly. “It wasn’t just about the car. I thought… I thought it could solve everything. Help us out, and fix things. But I couldn’t go through with it, I swear.”
Guilty man explaining himself to his wife | Source: Midjourney
I stared at him, shaking my head as tears blurred my vision. “You didn’t tell me, Roy. You made this deal behind my back. How am I supposed to trust you now?”
He reached for me, but I stepped away. “I was desperate,” he whispered, his face crumpling. “I never wanted to hurt you. Please, believe me.”
But I didn’t know what to believe anymore. The man standing before me wasn’t the one I thought I knew, and his secrets had shattered the life we’d built together.
The weight of Roy’s confession pressed down on me like a crushing wave. He hadn’t just lied—he’d bartered our trust, our family, for something unthinkable.
“And the car?” I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper.
A brand new car | Source: Midjourney
Roy looked up at me, his face streaked with tears. “The car was… my way of trying to make up for it,” he said, his voice trembling. “I thought… if I gave you something beautiful, something you’d love, maybe it would soften the blow. Maybe you wouldn’t be so angry.”
“Angry?” I repeated, my voice rising as the disbelief gave way to fury. “You thought this—a shiny distraction—would make me forget that you were willing to sell out our family? You thought a car could fix this?”
He leaned, his hands outstretched, desperate. “I made a mistake, okay? I didn’t know how to get out of it. I thought I was doing it for us—”
A couple having a heated conversation | Source: Midjourney
“For us?” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “You weren’t doing this for us, Roy. You were doing it for you. To ease your guilt. To buy your way out of the mess you made.”
I grabbed the car keys from the table, my hands trembling with rage. “You know what?” I said, throwing them at his feet. The clatter echoed in the tense silence. “I don’t want your car. I don’t want your excuses. And right now, I don’t even want you.”
Roy fell to his knees, his sobs filling the space between us. “Please, Sarah,” he begged. “Please don’t give up on me. I’ll fix this. I’ll make it right. I can’t lose you.”
A man on his knees begging his wife for forgiveness | Source: Midjourney
I shook my head, my throat tightening with the weight of my decision. “You already lost me, Roy,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “The moment you put a price tag on our family.”
I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him behind. The sound of his cries followed me, but I didn’t look back. Some things couldn’t be undone, and this betrayal was one of them.
As I stood by the window, staring at the car in the driveway, a painful truth settled in my heart. What had started as a dream had ended in ruins.
The man I thought I knew was gone. And so was the life I thought we had.
Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
Old Woman Took My Hand and Started Predicting My Future, Persuading Me to Cancel My Wedding
When a strange woman grabbed my hand and warned me not to go through with my wedding, I brushed it off. But when I found out she was a paid actress, I had to know: who would go to such lengths to stop me from marrying the man I loved?
I was never the superstitious type. I’m Penelope, just your average woman juggling work, wedding plans, and spending time with my best friend, Esther. Life had been a blur of excitement lately. Cameron, my fiancé, was everything I could ever ask for — thoughtful, funny, and supportive.
A grayscale photo of a loving couple | Source: Pexels
Our wedding was just a couple of months away, and Esther, as usual, was by my side through all the chaos, helping me pick out flower arrangements, dresses, and everything in between.
It was a normal Saturday afternoon when the strange encounter happened. Esther and I had just left our favorite boutique, where we’d spent hours browsing through racks of dresses and debating which honeymoon destinations were overrated.
She was still trying to convince me that Fiji wasn’t all it was cracked up to be as we strolled through the supermarket, picking up a few groceries for the week.
A shopping cart in a grocery store aisle | Source: Unsplash
We were halfway down the cereal aisle when I felt someone standing a little too close behind me.
Turning around, I was face-to-face with an old woman: her dark hair messy, her piercing eyes locked onto mine. Before I could react, she grabbed my hand, her grip firm, almost desperate.
“I feel four scars,” she said, her voice low and gravelly. “All on your legs. An animal… a wolf?”
An old woman with dark messy hair and piercing eyes is standing in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
I froze, my heart nearly stopping. My legs — she was right. I had those scars, deep and jagged from when a wolf attacked me on a family camping trip when I was five. I hadn’t told many people about that. How could she possibly know?
Esther, who had been distracted by a message on her phone, turned just in time to see the woman holding my hand. “Hey! Let go of her!” she snapped, stepping closer, ready to intervene.
A woman looking angrily at someone while standing in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
But the woman didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. “I see your upcoming wedding,” she murmured, her grip tightening. “Don’t do it. Trouble awaits you.”
My breath caught in my throat. I felt like I was rooted to the spot, unable to move. How did she know about my wedding? What kind of “trouble” was she talking about?
A woman looks surprised and worried while standing in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
Before I could ask her any of these questions, Esther pulled my hand free from the woman’s grip with one sharp tug. “Are you out of your mind?” Esther hissed at the woman. “Get lost, witch!”
The woman blinked, as if waking from a trance, then slinked away without another word. I stared after her, my heart still pounding.
“Penelope, are you okay?” Esther asked, her voice softening now that the stranger was gone. “She was probably just some crazy lady. Don’t let it get to you.”
A woman looks concerned while standing in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney
I tried to laugh it off. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said, though deep down, I wasn’t so sure. For the next two weeks, her words haunted me. “Don’t do it. Trouble awaits you.” They replayed in my mind like a broken record, and no matter how many times I told myself it was nonsense, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling.
A woman looks worried and thoughtful | Source: Midjourney
Then yesterday, while having lunch with my mom at a small café, I saw her again — at least, I thought I did. Across the street, a woman was hurrying into a shop, but this time, her hair was blonde, her eyes light. She looked completely different, but there was something about her, something familiar.
Without thinking, I jumped up from my chair and rushed outside. “Hey! You!” I called, catching up to her just as she was about to enter the shop.
A woman with blonde hair standing in a flower shop | Source: Midjourney
The woman turned, startled. “Let me go!” she shrieked as I grabbed her wrist.
“Who are you?” I demanded, tightening my grip.
“I… I’m an actress,” she stammered. “I was paid to scare you into canceling your wedding.”
My heart dropped. “Paid? By who?”
She hesitated, then reluctantly pulled out her phone. My blood ran cold when she showed me the photo on her screen.
I could barely feel my legs as I stared at the picture on her phone screen.
An extremely shocked woman staring at a phone screen | Source: Midjourney
It was Cameron. The man I was supposed to marry in a few months. The man I trusted, loved, and thought I would spend my life with.
“He… he paid you?” My voice cracked as I asked, still trying to process the betrayal.
The actress shifted nervously, glancing around as if afraid someone might see us. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I was just doing my job. Please let me go.”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Why? Why did he do this?”
An angry and upset woman | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t know,” she admitted, rubbing her wrist where I had grabbed her. “He just said he couldn’t go through with the wedding, but didn’t know how to tell you.”
I felt a burning rage rise in me, but it wasn’t the fiery kind that made me want to scream. No, this was cold. Ice cold. He couldn’t call off the wedding himself, so he hired someone to manipulate me into doing it? The sheer cowardice was almost laughable. Almost.
A closeup of a man paying money to a woman | Source: Pexels
I exhaled slowly, forcing a calm that I didn’t feel. “Thank you for being honest,” I muttered, turning away from her. I didn’t wait for a response. My feet carried me down the street in a daze. My mind raced, thoughts of Cameron, the wedding, everything spinning out of control.
By the time I got home, I had already made up my mind. Two could play this game.
That evening, I set the table for dinner as if nothing had happened. I cooked his favorite — roasted chicken with rosemary potatoes — and made sure everything looked perfect.
A photo showing roasted chicken served with rosemary potatoes for dinner | Source: Midjourney
The scent filled the apartment, warm and comforting, masking the cold storm brewing inside me.
When Cameron walked in, his usual cheerful demeanor seemed a bit off. Maybe it was guilt gnawing at him. Good. He deserved it.
“Hey, babe!” he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, oblivious to what was coming. “Something smells great.”
“Just your favorite,” I replied, forcing a smile as I placed the plates on the table. “I thought we could have a nice night in.”
A woman forces a smile while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
He sat down, and for a moment, we ate in silence. I waited, watching him between bites, waiting for the perfect moment. My heart raced, but outwardly, I stayed calm. When the time felt right, I casually began the conversation I had been planning all day.
“So,” I started, my tone light and easy, “you won’t believe what happened to me today.”
He looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What happened?”
A man looks surprised while sitting at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
“I was at the supermarket with Esther,” I said, setting my fork down and meeting his gaze. “And this woman just came up to me, grabbed my hand out of nowhere.”
Cameron froze, his fork hovering mid-air. “What?” he asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “What did she want?”
I shrugged, pretending it was no big deal. “Oh, she started talking about these scars I have on my legs. It was weird — she knew about them, even though I’ve never met her in my life.”
A closeup of a person’s body with a scar | Source: Pexels
His eyes widened slightly. “That’s strange,” he said, his voice a little too tight. “What else did she say?”
“Oh, you know,” I continued, keeping my voice light, “she mentioned our wedding. Said some interesting things about it.”
Cameron’s grip tightened on his fork. “Really? What… what exactly did she say?”
I smiled sweetly, watching him squirm. “She said you’d be a super successful man and that we’d have a very happy marriage.”
That’s when he choked. Right on cue.
A stunned man sitting at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
He coughed, gasping for breath as I sat back, watching with an almost detached amusement. His face turned pale, his eyes wide with panic as he tried to recover.
“Sweetie, are you okay?” I asked, doing my best to sound concerned, though inside, I was relishing every second of his discomfort.
“Y-yeah,” he sputtered, wiping his mouth. “Just… unexpected.”
I leaned in slightly, dropping the playful tone. “Unexpected? What’s unexpected, Cam? The part about us having a happy marriage? Or the fact that you’re such a coward, you couldn’t even break off the engagement yourself?”
An angry and upset woman at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
His face went white as a sheet. “W-what? What are you talking about, Pen?”
I didn’t let him off the hook. “I ran into your actress today. The one you hired to freak me out and get rid of me!”
For a moment, Cameron just sat there, stunned, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He had no words: no explanation, no excuses. He was caught, and we both knew it.
“How… how did you—” he stammered, but I cut him off.
An extremely shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t you dare deny it! I know everything” I kept my voice low and steady. “You really thought I wouldn’t figure it out, huh?”
His hands trembled slightly as he set his fork down, staring at the table. “Pen, I—”
“Don’t,” I interrupted, standing up slowly. “Don’t even try to explain. I’m done being fooled by you.”
He finally looked up at me, his face a blend of guilt and desperation. “I didn’t know how to tell you, Pen. I thought it would be easier this way.”
A man looks guilty and desperate | Source: Midjourney
I laughed — actually laughed at the absurdity of it. “Easier? You thought hiring some stranger to spout nonsense about our wedding would be easier than just talking to me? We’ve been together for years, Cam! And this is how you handle it?”
He didn’t respond. He couldn’t.
I leaned in close, just enough to see the shame in his eyes. “I guess I’ll be the one to call off the wedding then,” I whispered.
A woman looking at someone at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
With that, I turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving him sitting there, stunned and speechless. As I closed the door behind me, the weight that had been crushing me for weeks finally lifted. The future I had envisioned with Cameron crumbled, but in its place, a new path opened — one where I no longer had to pretend.
Game over, Cameron. Game over.
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Did you find this story exciting? Wait till you read this next one: I was just moments away from saying ‘I do’ when the church doors burst open, and my father shrieked that the WEDDING WAS OFF. What he said next shattered my heart in the blink of an eye.
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