When Arnold sees his poor mother at his wedding, he becomes furious because he told her not to come. She hands him a gift and gives him a toast, and Arnold bursts into tears and drops to his knees the next minute.
“Ah, look, someone is leaving the café smiling. Just look at her blush!” Diana’s boss said as a wave of laughter rumbled across the eatery’s kitchen.
“We’ll be there, Miss Diana. What time is the wedding?” a co-worker asked as others flocked around Diana, who couldn’t stop blushing.
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“It’s at 11 a.m. this Sunday. I’ll be looking forward to seeing all of you at the church.”
The 60-year-old was a cleaner at the café. She had taken half a day off to buy the best wedding suit for her only son, Arnold. Diana spent a long-time shopping for the blue suit. It was pretty expensive, but she wasn’t bothered. “My boy should look his best!” she thought.
Diana had spent all her savings on buying her son’s suit, and she couldn’t wait to see his reaction when she surprised him at home…
“I can’t wait to see him get married!” Diana thought. She had been impatiently waiting for this moment ever since Arnold told her about his plans to marry his girlfriend, Masha.
“Son, look what I got for you!” Diana burst into their home, suit in hand and a beaming smile on her face. “I’m sure you’ll love this! Can you please try it on? The seller assured me I could still exchange it if there’s something wrong with the fit.”
Arnold walked away to throw his mother’s gift he thought was ‘garbage,’ but he was interrupted by her voice on the mic.
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She took out the suit from the garment bag and showed it to Arnold, who frowned. He was not pleased.
“I’m not wearing such an ordinary suit for my wedding. I’m marrying a rich man’s daughter and should look my best. I would look tacky in that cheap suit.”
Diana’s eyes started to fill with tears. She pretended she was okay, but her son’s words silenced her. She was disappointed, and her heart felt heavy.
But nothing crushed her more than when Arnold told her: “One more thing…I don’t want you to come to my wedding. Everyone from my fiancée’s wealthy family will be attending. I don’t want you to be there in your dirty clothes and spoil my image. Everyone will ask me what you do, and I don’t want to have to tell them you’re just a cleaner.”
Diana could no longer hold back her tears. She hurried to her room and locked herself away. She cried the rest of the day because she was terribly hurt. Arnold was too busy to check on her and left to attend to the wedding preparations. The celebration was in two days.
It was Sunday—Arnold’s much-awaited big day. And despite her son’s prohibitions, Diana wouldn’t miss such a beautiful moment. She pulled herself together and checked her wardrobe, picking the prettiest dress she had, then she got ready.
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“You are too young to understand this mother’s wish and pain. I cannot afford to miss your big day, son. I’m coming,” she said aloud as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Diana packed an old ceramic vase she intended to give as a gift to her son. When she arrived at the church, she saw her colleagues and boss were already there. She was happy and, for a moment, forgot Arnold had asked her not to attend his wedding.
“Howdy, Miss Diana! I’m sure you are the happiest mother on earth!” her boss commented.
Diana smiled and walked in with the heavy gift box. She watched the bride and groom exchange wedding rings and then kiss. Even if she wanted to, Diana could not stop her tears from flowing. She was delighted. “I’ve done it!” she said.
Following the wedding, a lavish reception took place. Several wealthy guests flocked to the venue to greet the newlyweds. Arnold saw his mom approaching and was shocked. He raised his eyebrows in disgust. “Why has she come? I told her not to spoil my day!” he thought.
“Congrats, darling! You two look amazing! Best wishes!” said Diana, handing the gift to her son.
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Arnold looked around and realized the moment was being photographed. He didn’t want to make a scene, so he shyly took the gift from his mother. He slightly tore open the box and saw the vase inside. “She gave me an old vase lying around in the house? How cheap?!” he groaned.
Arnold walked away to throw his mother’s gift he thought was ‘garbage,’ but he was interrupted by her voice on the mic. Arnold turned pale with shock. He had no idea that a twenty-five-year-old secret she’d been keeping from him would be unraveled that day.
“Twenty-five years ago, just minutes before my best friend died….” began Diana, who quickly looked up at the ceiling as tears started to gather in her eyes.
“She gave me an old vase and told me to give it to her son the day he gets married. It was a gift from her late parents, and she wanted her son to have it.”
Arnold did not understand what his mother was saying.
“After she died, I adopted her little son and raised him as my own. I never married anyone because I wanted to devote my time and love only to my child. Son, it’s time to check out what your late mother left you in that vase. Cheers!” Diana lifted a glass for a toast as a shocked Arnold inspected the vase.
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He was flabbergasted. Inside the old ceramic vase were wads of cash. Tears gushed from his eyes as he dropped to his knees.
Arnold realized the woman he was ashamed of was not his birth mother but the one who sacrificed her whole life to raise him. She was more than a mother to him. She was his savior and guardian angel who saved him after he was orphaned.
“I’ve kept my promise to my late friend. I’m happy for you, son. Take care, and God bless you!” Diana finished. She walked toward the entrance to leave, but Arnold couldn’t let her go like that. He raced after her and blocked her way.
“Mom, I’m sorry. Your love for me is priceless. I’m sorry for hurting you. I was never a good son, but you were always a good mother to me. Why didn’t you tell me I was an orphan? Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to become an orphan again.”
Diana hugged Arnold, and they returned to the stage, where the groom danced with his mother.
“I love you, mom!” he whispered, and Diana smiled, tears of joy gushing from her eyes.
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What can we learn from this story?
A mother will do anything for her child, even look past his faults to see him happy. Though her son forbade her from attending his wedding out of shame, Diana chose to ignore that because she wanted to witness her son’s big day and his happiness.
No amount of money can measure up to the love a mother has for her child. When Arnold learned Diana had raised him and given him a better life after his birth mother’s death, he regretted uninviting her to his wedding. No amount of wealth could measure up to Diana’s love for him.
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My Husband Cheated on Me While I Was Postpartum – I Pretended Not to Know, Planning to Hit Him Hard with My Revenge
My Husband Cheated on Me While I Was Postpartum – I Pretended Not to Know, Planning to Hit Him Hard with My Revenge
I thought my husband and I were on the same page when we conceived our first child together, but he chose our baby girl’s birth as the reason for his infidelity. Little did he know I found out and played him, pretending to still be in love with him until I could drop the real surprise!
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Right after I gave birth to our only child, I found out that my husband had been sneaking around with a mistress. The truth shattered my heart into a billion pieces when I discovered the truth, finding myself tangled in a web of betrayal and pain.
I thought we had a healthy and happy marriage until I started noticing the late-night calls, secretive outings, and general changes in his behavior.
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What broke my heart the most was that he strayed while I was postpartum, a time when our family should have been basking in the joy of our new addition. Instead, I was left grappling with a hurt that seemed insurmountable.
I was able to confirm his infidelity when I pored over what felt like a thousand texts between him and his side chick, trying to figure out WHY. Like, what did she have that I was missing?
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While I was trying to work, take care of our little one, and maintain a happy marriage, he was finding love and joy in the arms of someone else. I don’t want to lie… I was livid! I felt betrayed, but anger was the main emotion fueling me.
Then a wild idea hit me!
I decided to secure a life for myself and our baby girl by buying an apartment where we’d love together. I also moved our money around so I could have access to it when needed without him being aware.
I also spoke to a lawyer and prepared to get sole custody or shared if it came down to that.
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However, I had a bigger and more elaborate plan than what I already did. I started morphing into every little thing he’d been daydreaming and texting her about. His messages to her started drying up.
When I read how he loved seeing her wearing “her short miniskirt with the cute little heels,” I incorporated that into my look. When he mentioned liking the way she “lightly touched his forearm when they conversed,” I started mimicking that behavior.
Ironically, he never asked me about these changes but just became more interested and invested in me.
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He spoke of feeling alive, desired—a contrast to the life we had woven together. It pained me to see him find solace in another when I had poured every ounce of my love into our union.
And then, the moment I’ve been biting my nails for happens… he breaks it off with her! My plan had yielded the results I wanted, leading him to tell her he loves me!
My husband cut things off with his mistress and was finally mine, but it was a bittersweet victory.
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Relief washed over me, yet the seed of my plan had already taken root. Preparation for my divorce was underway, a final act of defiance against the hurt that had been inflicted upon us both. He was unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, a storm that would break in the serene setting of a restaurant, under the guise of a romantic evening.
So, when our anniversary came, I pretended to still be in love with him and planned this super romantic dinner at a restaurant where I invited him as my date. He’s all sparkly-eyed, totally excited, looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
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That night, as we sat across from each other, I played the part of a loving wife to perfection. Laughter and tender glances were exchanged, a facade of normalcy that belied the tumult within me.
At one point, I asked him to pose for this photo, you know, “for the memories…”
…And then his face went ghost-white the second I unveiled the culmination of my plans: Divorce papers slid across the table!
I TOOK THIS PHOTO OF MY HUSBAND MINUTES BEFORE RUINING HIS LIFE.
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His eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over him. “Is this some kind of joke?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
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“No joke,” I replied, my voice laced with a resolve that surprised even me.
“I know everything, about her, about the lies. It’s over.”
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“But, I…I thought we were happy,” he managed, his words tumbling out in desperation.
“We were until you decided that wasn’t enough,” I said, standing up, the chair scraping quietly against the floor. “I deserved better. Our child deserves better.”
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He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “Please, can’t we talk about this? There has to be another way,” he pleaded.
“There was. It was called trust,” I answered, turning away from the table, from the life we shared, from the man I thought I knew.
The shock that rippled through him was palpable, a stark contrast to the composed demeanor I maintained. His face, a canvas of confusion and hurt, mirrored the turmoil I had wrestled with in solitude. The photographs, now haunting relics of a happiness that was no more, served as a testament to the depth of my resolve.
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As I walked away from that table, the weight of my decision settled around me. It was a choice born of pain, a necessary end to a chapter that could no longer sustain us.
The relief I had expected to feel was mingled with a profound sadness. Yet, amid the tumult of emotions, there was a flicker of hope. Hope for healing, a future unfettered by betrayal, and the strength to rebuild from the ashes of a love that once was.
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In the end, it wasn’t just about revenge or the satisfaction of catching him unawares. It was about reclaiming my life, about setting boundaries for the respect and love I deserved. As I stepped into the unknown, with my child by my side, I knew that no matter how daunting the path ahead might be, we would navigate it together, with our heads held high and our hearts open to the promise of new beginnings.
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In a similar tale, a wife discovered her marriage was a lie during a vacation:
Alice’s tale is stirred by secrets and lies. Imagine, if you will, a life seemingly lifted from the pages of a fairy tale, with Alice, her devoted husband Tom, and their daughter, Sarah, living a dream punctuated by laughter and love. On the surface, everything’s picture-perfect – until her husband’s surprise vacation to the Maldives reveals cracks in the facade.
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Their Maldivian adventure starts like a dream, with romantic beach dinners under the stars, but soon, Tom’s incessant phone calls cast a shadow over paradise. Alice’s discovery of Tom’s deception – telling another woman that she was dead – turns the dream into a nightmare.
The plot thickens as Alice, reeling from the revelation, decides not to play the victim but to craft a cunning plan of retribution. Her strategy unfolds over a dinner designed to expose Tom’s betrayal, under the guise of forgiveness and new beginnings.
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The dinner, intended as a celebration, transforms into an arena where truths are unveiled, leaving Tom grappling with the consequences of his actions. Alice’s encounter with Amanda, the other woman, reveals a twist of fate, turning a moment of personal betrayal into an opportunity for empowerment.
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In the end, Alice steps away from the wreckage of her marriage, embarking on a journey of self-discovery and healing, with Sarah by her side. Her story, while steeped in betrayal, is ultimately a testament to resilience, the power of the truth, and the courage to rebuild.
It’s a vivid reminder that even in the aftermath of deception, new beginnings can be forged, shaped by strength and the will to move forward on one’s own terms.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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