Woman Arrives at the Farm She Inherited from Her Grandfather to Sell It, but a Farmhand Stands in Her Way — Story of the Day

Rebecca arrives at the farm she inherited, ready to sell it and move on. But a stubborn farmhand refuses to let her make an easy sale. He challenges her at every turn, forcing her to confront not just him but the memories and responsibilities she thought she left behind. Their clash will decide the farm’s fate.

Early in the morning, Rebecca got into her car, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. This wasn’t part of her usual routine, but something unexpected had come up, and she had to deal with it.

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Leaving her small business in the hands of her assistant, she set off on a long drive, heading out of the busy city.

Rebecca was on her way to her late grandfather’s farm, which he had left to her in his will. She hadn’t been there in years. As a child, she spent summers there, running around and playing, but once she grew older her visits stopped.

Rebecca always assumed her grandfather would pass the farm on to one of his workers, someone who truly needed it. Now, she had no intention of running it herself. Her plan was simple—check things out, find a buyer, and sell it as quickly as possible.

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Rebecca parked near the farmhouse and stepped out, glancing around. As she turned, she noticed a man on the porch. He stood up quickly, smiling.

“Hey there,” he said. “You must be my new boss. I’m Derek.” He stepped forward, offering his hand.

Rebecca shook it, frowning slightly. Something about him seemed familiar. “Hi, Derek. But you’ve got it wrong. I’m not your boss.”

Derek tilted his head. “Well then, may I at least know the name of my non-boss?”

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“Oh,” Rebecca said, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Wait a minute. Are you the same Rebecca who let all the chickens out so the dog could have fun?” He chuckled.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as the memory came back. Derek was the son of one of her grandfather’s workers, and they used to play together when she was little. “And you’re the same Derek who taught me to chase them with a slingshot?”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. They both laughed, easing the tension.

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Derek’s expression grew serious. “So, what do you mean you’re not my boss? The farm was left to you, right?”

Rebecca’s smile faded. “Yes, but I don’t plan to keep it. I’m here to sell it.”

“What? Sell it? To who?”

“I don’t know yet,” she said, shrugging. “Whoever wants to buy it.”

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“Even if they tear it down?” he asked.

“Well… yes.”

Derek stepped closer, his voice rising. “How could you do that? Your grandfather spent his life on this farm! It was everything to him.”

Rebecca felt a pang of guilt but tried to stand her ground. “He’s gone, Derek. And I have my own life. Being a farmer wasn’t part of my plan.”

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Derek’s eyes searched hers. “What about the animals? The people who work here? You’re just going to let them lose everything?”

She hesitated. “The new owner will handle that.”

Derek’s face darkened. “You don’t care at all, do you?”

“I care. It’s just… not my responsibility anymore,” she said quietly, turning to walk toward the house.

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Derek’s voice followed her. “You heartless witch!”

Rebecca winced but didn’t turn back. She quickened her pace, heading inside, trying to ignore the doubts his words stirred.

The next morning, Rebecca was startled awake by a knock on her door. She groggily got up and opened it to find a man standing on the porch.

“Good morning, Rebecca,” he said, nodding politely. “I’m Travis. I manage the fields here. Something’s happened, and I think you’ll want to see it.”

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Rebecca rubbed her eyes. “Morning. Just give me a moment to get dressed.”

She quickly threw on the first clothes she found, then followed Travis outside. They walked through the farm until they reached one of the main fields. Rebecca’s heart sank when she saw the crops. They looked weak, wilted, and sickly.

“What’s wrong with them?” she asked.

Travis sighed, his expression grim. “Hard to say. Maybe someone spread something to damage them. Could be competitors. But if we don’t act fast, we’ll lose the entire crop.”

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Rebecca’s face tightened. “I don’t care. I’m selling the farm. That’s my plan.”

Travis glanced at her. “You’d get a lot more money if you sold it as a working farm. Not just land.”

Rebecca knew he had a point. She hesitated, then asked, “So, what do you need from me?”

“I need an extra worker. One of our guys is out sick, and we don’t have enough hands,” Travis explained.

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“Alright,” Rebecca said. “I’ll find someone to help.”

Rebecca spent the entire day making phone calls, trying to find someone to hire. She went through a long list of contacts, but every answer was the same—nobody was available.

By evening, she was exhausted, her energy completely drained. She felt like a squeezed lemon, with nothing left to give.

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Tired and frustrated, Rebecca found herself wandering toward the stables. She remembered how, as a child, she would sit there for hours, surrounded by the soft sounds of the horses.

It always calmed her. She gently petted their noses, fed them some hay, and felt a wave of comfort wash over her. She sighed, thinking, who would have imagined this farm could bring her so many problems?

“Oh, I didn’t know princesses visited stables,” Derek said, his tone icy as he stepped inside.

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Rebecca turned, frowning. “What’s with the attitude?”

Derek folded his arms. “How else should I talk to someone who doesn’t care?”

“For your information, I spent all day trying to find a worker for Travis,” she snapped. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to explain herself, but his accusation stung.

Derek’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “So you can sell the farm for a better price. That’s what Travis said.”

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Rebecca rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the guilt building inside her.

“I can help Travis,” Derek said, “but I need support with the livestock. That’s my job.”

“There’s no one available to work,” she said.

Derek stepped closer, his gaze steady. “You could help.”

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Rebecca blinked, surprised. “Me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Or are your hands too soft for real work?”

“I know how to work,” she shot back. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever really known how to do.”

“Good,” Derek said, turning toward the door. “Then it’s settled.”

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Rebecca stood there, still processing, as he walked away, wondering how she’d just agreed to help.

For the next few weeks, Rebecca found herself doing things she never expected. She woke up early each morning, pulling on boots and gloves, ready to work. She helped the workers in the fields, fed the animals, and even joined them in the kitchen, cooking meals after long days.

At first, she thought it would be a struggle, but the workers were patient and kind, teaching her the tasks step by step. They treated her like part of the team, and she started to see how much they cared about the farm.

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Rebecca began to question if selling the farm was the right decision. Every night, she fell into bed exhausted, but it was a different kind of tiredness. The farm, once just a burden, was slowly becoming a place she was starting to care about.

One evening, as she walked back to the house, she spotted something unusual—small surveillance cameras mounted on poles, pointing straight at the field. Why hadn’t she noticed them before?

After asking around, she learned from Sarah, a longtime farm worker, where to access the footage. Sarah brought it to the house, and Rebecca started watching the recordings.

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She fast-forwarded until she found what she was looking for—footage of someone sneaking through the field, scattering a strange powder over the crops. The image was blurry at first, but then the figure’s face came into view. Rebecca’s heart dropped. It was Derek.

Furious, she slammed her laptop shut and stormed out of the house. Without thinking, she marched straight toward Derek’s cabin, her mind spinning.

Rebecca stormed up to Derek’s door. When he opened it, she held out her laptop, the screen showing the footage. “Care to explain this?!” she snapped.

Derek sighed, his shoulders drooping. “I was trying to delay the sale,” he said.

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“So you decided to destroy the farm?!” Rebecca yelled, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t destroy it,” Derek replied. “I slowed things down. It worked. I know you’ve started to care.”

“You can’t just do that, Derek! People had to work harder because of you!” she shouted.

“I thought you didn’t care about the people here,” he said. “I wanted to make you see what this farm means.”

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Rebecca felt a sting in his words, but she refused to back down. “But you messed up! I don’t care! That’s why I’m selling it—to the first buyer who shows up!” she yelled, her voice cracking as she turned and stormed away, leaving Derek standing there.

Two days later, two businessmen arrived at the farm. Rebecca greeted them with a polite smile and led them on a tour, showing them the fields, the barns, and the house. She kept her tone professional, trying to stay detached.

After the tour, Ryan, one of the men, said, “We’re ready to buy it.”

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Rebecca felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “Great! When can we sign the contract?” she asked.

“Right now,” said the other man, Tom. “We brought our lawyer with us.”

Rebecca nodded and led them inside. They sat at the dining table, and the lawyer set the papers down. She picked up the pen, but her hand froze. Something didn’t feel right. “You’re buying the farm to run it, right?” she asked.

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“Not exactly,” Ryan replied. “We plan to build a factory here. Is that a problem?”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted. She hesitated, but forced a smile. “No, no problem.” Her eyes drifted to the wall. A childhood photo of her and her grandfather hung there—she was feeding a calf, smiling wide. She took a deep breath, pushing the papers closer. Slowly, she prepared to sign.

After fifteen minutes, Rebecca walked Ryan, Tom, and their lawyer out of the house. She spotted Derek sitting under a tree, watching. Tom shook her hand. “Well, good luck,” he said. Ryan did the same, and then they drove off.

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Derek got up and walked over. “Congratulations,” he said flatly. “The farm’s no longer your problem. How much did you sell it for?”

Rebecca looked at him. “I changed my mind.”

“What?” Derek’s eyes widened, confused.

“I’m not selling it,” she repeated.

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Derek’s frown melted into a smile. “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy,” she said, trying to stay serious. “I’m a demanding boss. My employees usually avoid me.”

Derek suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, catching her off guard. After a moment, she realized what was happening and hugged him back, feeling something warm and hopeful stir inside her.

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My Girlfriend Received a Rose Bouquet Delivery, but It Was Not from Me – The Truth behind It Turned My Life Upside Down – LoveAnimals

My world flipped upside down when my longtime girlfriend received a present that had me believing she was cheating. Looking back now, I jumped to the conclusion of infidelity because of my past trauma. In the end, my girlfriend’s gift set me on a journey of healing.

What I thought was a normal day turned into something quite unexpected. At one point, I thought my relationship with my girlfriend was over. Let me introduce myself, my name is Garry, 30, and I have been dating my partner for four wonderful years.

I truly believed our relationship was over when on a typical Thursday afternoon at the office my phone buzzed with a text from my girlfriend, Emily. I glanced at the phone, expecting a quick chat about dinner plans, but the text was filled with excitement.

Confused, I opened the message and was left in shock when I read it! “Thank you for the flowers, sweetheart! They’re so beautiful and thoughtful,” she wrote. Attached was the picture – her and a huge bouquet of red roses.

I froze. “Flowers? I hadn’t sent any flowers,” I thought to myself as my mind started racing, but I managed to keep it calm. “I’m glad you loved them,” I wrote back, trying to mask my confusion. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”

Needless to say, the rest of my workday was a mess! I was FLOODED with suspicion. “Who had sent Emily those flowers?” I wondered to myself. I couldn’t shake the gnawing thought that she might be seeing someone else.

But I decided not to confront her over the phone. I needed to see those flowers and find out more. The workday dragged on painfully slow. My imagination ran wild with scenarios, each more distressing than the last! By the time I finally left the office and got home, I was a bundle of nerves!

When I walked through the door of our apartment, the first thing I saw was the bouquet of red roses on the dining table. They were stunning, arranged perfectly in a crystal vase. Emily greeted me with a kiss and a smile, but I was too distracted to fully respond.

I walked over to the flowers, pretending to admire them. “They really are beautiful,” I said, looking closely at the bouquet, my heart pounding. Then, I saw the note sticking out tucked between the flowers. My hands were shaking as I reached for it, expecting the truth about Emily’s cheating to come out.

I pulled it out and read the words that made my blood run cold and a chill run down my spine. The note read: “Your mother died. These were her favorite flowers. If you can, please come to the funeral.”

I felt the room spin, and I gripped the table to steady myself. Emily noticed my reaction and her face filled with concern. “Are you okay?” I shook my head, barely able to process the information. “These flowers…they’re from my mother’s husband. She’s…she’s dead.”

Emily looked shocked. “I didn’t know you were in touch with her,” she asked softly, coming over to embrace me. “I wasn’t,” I said, my voice hollow. “I haven’t spoken to her in years. She left my father and me for another man when I was a kid.”

Continuing my tale, I added, “She didn’t want children, so she abandoned me.” I could see how torn up Emily was to hear how I’d suffered growing up. I hadn’t been willing to share my whole background with her until now. Luckily, she was as supportive as ever.

The next few days were a blur of emotions. I couldn’t decide if I should go to the funeral. Part of me wanted to ignore the message, to pretend it had never arrived. But another part of me felt a pull, a need to find closure.

Emily was there for me through it all, though clearly confused by the sudden upheaval in my life. “Whatever you decide, I’ll be here for you,” she vowed. The day before the funeral, I received a phone call that changed everything. It was my father.

He surprised me by saying, “I’m going to the funeral,” his voice strained but resolute. I was stunned. “Dad, after everything she did to you, to us?” He sighed. “I’ve had years to think about it, and I’ve realized that holding on to all that anger has only hurt me more,” adding:

“I need to let it go, for my own sake. And I think you need to do the same.”

We drove to the funeral together, the car ride filled with an uneasy silence. When we arrived, I saw faces I didn’t recognize, people who had become part of my mother’s new life. I felt like an outsider, but having my father there made it bearable.

The service was somber. As I looked at the casket, I realized how much time had been wasted in anger and resentment. My mother had made her choices, and they had hurt me deeply, but she was still my parent.

After the service, I approached my mother’s new husband. He looked tired and grief-stricken. “I’m sorry for your loss,” I said as I placed a hand on his shoulder, and I meant it. He nodded gratefully, tears in his eyes.

Then he told me something I didn’t know I needed to hear. “She spoke of you often, you know. She regretted leaving you.” Between trying to hold back tears, he shared, “She always hoped you might forgive her someday.”

I thanked him for sharing that information with me before walking away. The ride home was quiet but less tense. My father and I had both faced our past and while it didn’t erase the pain, it felt like a step towards healing.

My sweet Emily was waiting for us when we returned. Her presence was a comforting reminder of the love and stability I had now. “I’m proud of you,” she said, hugging me tightly. As I held her, I made a deep realization.

It dawned on me that while the flowers had brought back painful memories, they had also given me a chance to confront and let go of the past. My life had turned upside down, but in a way that allowed me to start anew. This time with a heart a little lighter and a future a little brighter.

Weeks later, Emily and I were having dinner when she looked at me thoughtfully. “What are you thinking about?” she asked. “I’ve been thinking about my mother,” I admitted. “I never expected to feel this way, but her death has made me realize how important it is to let go of the past.”

Emily reached across the table and took my hand. “I’m here for you, whatever you need.” I squeezed her hand, grateful for her support. “I know. Thank you for being here through all this.” That night, as we sat together, I thought about the journey ahead.

There would be more difficult moments and more painful memories to confront, but I wasn’t alone. I had Emily, my father, and a renewed sense of hope. My life had changed, but had also been set on a new, promising path.

A few months later, I received another unexpected message. This time, it was from one of my mother’s old friends. She wanted to meet and share some memories of my mother. I hesitated, but Emily encouraged me to go.

When I met with her, she handed me a box filled with letters and photos. “Your mother kept these all these years,” she said. “She always hoped you would read them someday.” As I read through the letters, I felt a mix of emotions.

There were apologies, explanations, and expressions of love. It was overwhelming, but it also brought a sense of closure. Returning home that evening, I shared the letters with Emily. “It’s strange,” I said, “but I feel like I understand her a little better now.”

Emily hugged me. “That’s important. Healing takes time, but you’re doing it.” Looking back, I realized that the bouquet of roses had been the catalyst for a journey I never expected to take.

It had brought back painful memories but had also opened the door to healing and forgiveness. Being brought back into my mother’s life even though it was in her death had also set me on a new, hopeful path. I was even finally ready to propose to Emily!

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