When I agreed to go on vacation with my fiancé and his twin daughters, I thought we were celebrating a fresh start. Instead, I returned from the resort’s pool to a mysterious note that confused me more than ever. When we went back home, a shocking surprise awaited.
I met Matt three years ago at a charity event. He was charming and confident and had this soft spot for his daughters that instantly melted my heart. Ella and Sophie, his five-year-old twins, were the sweetest little girls.
A happy blonde man in his 30s running in the park with his twin daughters | Source: Midjourney
They’d lost their mother at the age of one, and Matt had done a marvelous job at raising them to be polite little girls.
I didn’t have much experience with kids, but those two made it easy. They’d run up to me with school stories whenever I was around, and before I knew it, they’d wormed their way into my heart.
One evening, after a particularly long day at work, Matt showed up at my apartment with the girls in tow. They were holding handmade cards with glitter and stickers.
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“We wanted to surprise you!” Ella beamed, thrusting the card into my hands. Inside, it read, “Thank you for being part of our family.”
I was speechless. Before Matt, I had dated men who were incredibly afraid of commitment. Truly. I was a magnet for those. I’d had so many bad dates that I can’t remember them all. But at that moment, looking at my boyfriend’s glowing eyes and his little girls, I felt pure warmth. I loved all three of them.
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That’s why there was really no other answer than “YES!” when Matt proposed after a special dinner that his daughters helped prepare around a week later. My life was coming together at last, and I couldn’t wait to get started, so I moved into Matt’s house as soon as I could.
Then, I started wedding planning. I had particular ideas about flowers, my dress, the girls’ gowns, and the venue. I’m a type-A kind of person, so I was really in the zone, but Matt got overwhelmed after a couple of months.
A black-haired woman in her 30s sits on the floor in front of the couch in the living room with flowers and samples on the coffee table smiling | Source: Midjourney
“Let’s take a break before the chaos hits,” Matt suggested one night in our bed. “A family vacation, just the four of us. It’ll be our little escape before the big day.”
I wasn’t eager to leave when there was so much to do, plus our work, but I agreed. He needed it badly. We booked a trip to a cozy island resort.
The first two days were magical. Ella and Sophie couldn’t stop giggling as they splashed in the pool, and I loved watching them build sandcastles with Matt on the beach.
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“Dorothy, look!” Sophie yelled, pointing at a sandcastle she’d decorated with shells. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“It’s beautiful,” I told her, snapping a picture with my phone.
Matt walked up, brushing sand off his hands. “You ready for some ice cream, girls?”
“Yes!” they both screamed in unison, running ahead.
Matt slipped his arm around my shoulders. “This was a good idea. We needed this.”
I leaned into him. “Yeah, we really did.”
A black-haired woman and a blonde man in their 30s cuddle close on the beach | Source: Midjourney
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop because I knew most people didn’t have this many picture-perfect family moments. And that came on our third afternoon at the resort.
Matt had wanted to stay back at the hotel that morning. He felt too tired, but the girls were buzzing for more time at the pool. So, I took them myself.
But by noon, Matt still hadn’t come down and wasn’t answering my calls, so I rounded up the girls and headed back to our floor.
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The girls chattered excitedly about the new friends they’d made at the pool. I barely registered their words as I unlocked the door to our room. Pushing it open, I froze.
I didn’t see anything amiss immediately. But my instincts told me something was wrong. I walked deeper inside and finally noticed that Matt’s suitcase was gone.
The room was perfectly polished and our beds made, meaning the cleaning service had stopped by. I went to the bathroom and only saw my things along with the girls’ stuff.
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His clothes, toiletries, and even his phone charger had vanished.
“Dorothy, where’s Daddy?” Ella asked, tugging at my hand.
My heart raced as I shook my head, and finally, on the nightstand, I spotted a note: “I have to disappear. Soon, you’ll understand.”
I sat down heavily on the bed, the heavy paper trembling in my hands. Disappear? What did that even mean? Was he in danger? Were we?
“Dorothy, are you okay?” Sophie whispered, her big eyes filled with worry.
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I forced a smile, trying to think quickly. What would any guardian do in this situation? Distract the girls.
“I’m fine, sweetie,” I replied. “Let’s get cleaned up and go downstairs for ice cream. Daddy is probably down there, too.”
The girls cheered and went to the bathroom together. That was good. They hadn’t seen my panic, and I couldn’t let them. Not yet. Not until I got some answers.
But Matt was truly gone, according to a nice bellhop who saw him with bags, hailing a cab. I tried calling, being as discreet as possible, but he still wasn’t answering his phone.
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Later, I finally managed to get the girls to sleep. I’d assured them that their dad had to go home early, but the lie left a bitter taste in my mouth. Alone on the balcony, I scrolled endlessly through my phone messages.
Still nothing from Matt. I started biting my nails, a habit that hadn’t surfaced in years, as my mind raced. Did he get cold feet? Was there something he wasn’t telling me?
Just in case, I called the front desk to ask if they’d heard from Matt. They hadn’t. I left more messages on his phone. Morning came, and there was nothing to do but pack up and go home.
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The plane ride was excruciating. Thankfully, the girls were occupied with their coloring books.
“Are we going to see Daddy when we get home?” Ella asked.
I swallowed hard. “I’m sure we will, sweetie.” I hated lying because I honestly had no idea what we were returning to.
When we finally landed, I was exhausted. The cab ride felt way too long, and I was so tired from the previous sleepless night that I fumbled with the keys several times, trying to unlock the door to our house while balancing our bags.
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“Come on, girls,” I called, yawning. “We’re home.”
But as I stepped inside, I stopped dead in my tracks.
In the middle of the living room, there was a bundle wrapped in a blanket. It was moving.
“What is that?” I whispered to myself.
Before I could react, the girls rushed past me.
“A puppy!” Ella squealed, dropping her backpack. “It’s a puppy!”
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The bundle wriggled, and a tiny St. Bernard poked its head out, tail wagging furiously. Sophie knelt, giggling as the puppy licked her face.
“Can we keep him? Please, Dorothy?” Sophie begged, her eyes wide with excitement.
I was too stunned to answer. But then, I saw a note tucked into the puppy’s forgotten blanket and picked it up.
“Dorothy, I know this was sudden, and I probably acted too rashly, but let me explain. I was scrolling through my phone at the hotel when I saw my friend giving away pups online. I had to leave immediately to make sure this little guy would be ours.
A blonde man in his 30s sits on a hotel resort bed scrolling his phone smiling | Source: Midjourney
Remember the story you told me about your childhood St. Bernard, Max? I couldn’t pass up the chance to bring that joy back into your life, as you’ve brought love into our lives.
Thank you for caring so much about my daughters. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for moving right in, and thank you for accepting to be ours forever. I’m sorry I didn’t explain before, but I got too excited. Please forgive me and give Max Jr. a little pet.”
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I sank onto the couch, shaking my head as my whole body felt relieved. My goofy fiancé had scared me half to death! But he’d done it for a beautiful reason.
Max. I hadn’t thought about him in years. When I was four, Max saved me from drowning during a family picnic. That dog was my hero, my protector. Losing him to old age had been devastating.
And now, Max Jr. was here, wagging his tail and making the girls laugh.
“Dorothy, what’s wrong?” Ella asked, her eyes shining.
Twin girls, 5 years old, smile with a Saint Bernard puppy in the living room | Source: Midjourney
I spoke through a thick throat. “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just… surprised.”
A few minutes later, the front door creaked open. Matt stepped inside, looking sheepish and carrying a bag of puppy supplies.
“Surprise?” he said tentatively.
I stood up and ran to him, not knowing if I wanted to throttle him for scaring me or kiss him senselessly. Kissing him won out.
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“You could’ve told me! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” I whispered, breathless after our lips parted.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” Matt said, his arms tightening around my waist. “But I couldn’t risk someone else adopting all the dogs before I had a chance. I had to return yesterday.”
Just then, the girls ran over, Max Jr. bounding after them.
“Daddy, you got us the puppy?” Ella asked, beaming.
We separated, and Matt crouched down, ruffling their hair. “Yes, baby! What do you think? Good surprise?”
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“The best!” Sophie answered instead and hugged him tightly.
Her sister joined their embrace, and that’s why I couldn’t stay mad. Seeing the joy on their faces melted my frustration. Still, I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.
“You owe me big time,” I warned, poking him in the chest.
Matt grinned. “Deal.”
We spent the rest of the evening playing with Max Jr. He chased the girls around the yard, barking happily, and curled up on the couch with us for a movie night.
A black-haired woman in her 30s curls up with a sleeping Saint Bernard puppy on the couch while watching TV | Source: Midjourney
Later, the puppy joined Matt and me in our bed, where he would sleep for the rest of his wonderful, amazing life.
Also, Matt paid what he owed me, so to speak… by giving me the best life possible.
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.
My Husband’s Lover Came to Me for a Massage, Not Knowing I’m His Wife
You never think it’ll happen to you. I thought my husband and I had built a life that no one could touch. But then a young, beautiful woman walked into my massage studio and started talking about her life. What she said left me speechless, but my response left her paralyzed.
I never imagined that a routine appointment at my massage studio would unravel my entire marriage. The woman on my table that day had no idea who I was, and by the time she realized the truth, it was too late.
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If you asked anyone to describe me, they’d probably say I’m the typical hardworking mom. My life revolves around my two boys, Ethan and Leo.
At 10 and 8 years old, they’re at that stage where they want to be independent but still need their mom for everything. And honestly, I love being there for them. The morning rush to get them ready for school, the endless soccer practices, and those quiet moments at bedtime when they tell me about their day motivates me to keep going.
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But my life isn’t all about the kids.
Five years ago, I opened my own massage studio, and it quickly became my second home. There’s something incredibly fulfilling about helping people relax.
It’s my passion, and I’ve poured my heart and soul into that place.
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Then there’s Henry, my husband of 12 years.
I met him when I was a young, vibrant woman, full of dreams and energy. Back then, I’d dress up for him, wear makeup, and make sure my hair was perfect. And he loved it.
We were inseparable. Henry always found a way to make me laugh and I continued believing we’d be happy forever. But life doesn’t stay the same.
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Over the years, I’ve become more practical.
I don’t spend hours on my hair or makeup anymore. I wear comfortable clothes and don’t spend money on fancy stuff because I believe I’d rather invest my time and money in my kids.
Henry never complained about it, but sometimes I wondered if he noticed.
It wasn’t that our marriage was bad. Henry still did his part. He was a present father, always at the boys’ games and school events. He fixed things around the house and never missed a birthday or anniversary.
I thought we were solid.
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But over the past year, something felt… off. Henry started working late more often. At first, I didn’t question it. He’s a lawyer, and I assumed he was putting in extra hours to give us a comfortable life.
Still, there were moments that gnawed at me.
He’d get home late and head straight for the shower without saying much. Sometimes, he’d sit with us for dinner, but his mind seemed elsewhere.
I chalked it up to stress. After all, I was busy too. Running a business and raising kids wasn’t easy.
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But deep down, a part of me knew something had changed. We weren’t the same couple we used to be.
I figured it was just part of being married for over a decade. You know, life gets busy, romance takes a backseat, and you fall into routines.
What I didn’t know was that my husband’s routine included someone else.
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning when Emily walked into my massage studio. She looked exactly like the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying.
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Everything about her screamed luxury. The way her sleek hair cascaded over her shoulders, the designer bag she casually set down on the chair, and her expensive perfume that filled the room.
“Hi, I’m Emily. I have a 10 a.m. appointment,” she said with a friendly smile.
I returned the smile, though something about her felt off. Maybe it was her confidence or the way she seemed so at ease as if she owned the place.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I brushed it off.
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“Welcome, Emily. Please, make yourself comfortable,” I said, gesturing toward the massage room. “You can hang your things there and lie down on the table. I’ll be right with you.”
Once she settled in, I started my usual routine. The room was calm and serene, with soft music playing in the background. As I massaged her back, she let out a deep sigh.
“Finally,” she said, her voice muffled by the table’s headrest. “I’m going to relax.”
I chuckled. “Much stress?”
“Too much,” she groaned. “I really needed this.”
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I kept my tone light and conversational. “Work stress?”
“Relationship stress,” she corrected. “My boyfriend is… complicated.”
I stayed silent, letting her talk if she wanted to. Some clients like to open up during their sessions, and I’ve learned that listening can be just as therapeutic as the massage itself.
Emily sighed again. “He’s in the process of a divorce, and it’s been messy. I don’t know why he hasn’t just finalized it already. His wife is such a drag.”
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I felt a pang of sympathy. Divorce is never easy, especially when kids are involved. Still, something about the way she said “drag” didn’t sit right with me.
“I guess that’s always hard,” I said carefully. “Especially with kids in the picture.”
“Oh, they’re not my problem,” she said dismissively.
My hands froze for a split second before I forced myself to keep going. I was horrified. How could someone be so heartless?
But I reminded myself not to judge. I didn’t know the whole story.
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“I don’t know how his wife does it,” Emily continued. “She just works, looks after the kids, cooks, cleans… No wonder he’s leaving her. She’s boring. No makeup, no effort. Just a mom. And of course, he’ll get the house. It’s his. The kids can stay with her. I don’t want to raise someone else’s brats.”
Her words stung, though I wasn’t sure why. It was like she was describing me. I shook the thought away.
Pure coincidence, I told myself.
Emily’s phone suddenly buzzed on the side table. I glanced at it, and my heart nearly stopped.
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The screen lit up with a picture of her and… Henry.
My husband. My Henry. Smiling with her. Holding her.
My heart pounded faster as I processed what I was seeing. My mind raced, replaying everything Emily had just said.
“Oh, I’ll answer later,” Emily said casually, reaching to silence the phone.
“No, dear,” I said, my voice unnervingly calm. “Please, answer it.”
A woman in her massage studio | Source: Midjourney
She blinked, surprised by my tone. “What?”
I stepped back and crossed my arms. “It’s my husband—your boyfriend dreaming of divorcing me—calling you. Go ahead.”
For a moment, there was dead silence. Then she screamed, “What the hell did you do?! I CAN’T MOVE!”
I watched as Emily struggled to lift her head, her arms trembling as she tried to push herself off the massage table. But her body refused to cooperate.
For a moment, I panicked. Did I seriously paralyze her? But then I realized what had happened.
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I must’ve pressed on a nerve in her neck. It was something I’d seen before in my practice. Temporary paralysis, usually gone in a few minutes.
Still, I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It’ll pass in a bit. Meanwhile, let’s have a chat.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You did this on purpose!”
I shrugged. “Prove it.”
Emily tried to wiggle her fingers, but they barely twitched. She huffed in frustration, glaring at me like a trapped animal.
“You’re insane!” she hissed.
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“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just a woman who’s tired of being lied to.” I pulled over a chair and sat down calmly. “Now, about that house… You think it’s Henry’s?”
Her lips pressed into a tight line.
“Yeah, it’s not,” I continued. “It’s in my name. The kids? They’re staying with me. And guess what? Courts tend to favor the spouse who wasn’t sneaking around.”
“You’re bluffing,” she spat. “Henry said—”
“Henry said a lot of things, didn’t he?” I leaned forward. “Did he mention that I’ve supported him through job changes, sleepless nights with our kids, and years of marriage? Or did he just paint me as some boring wife?”
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Emily’s nostrils flared. “He loves me.”
“Does he?” I laughed. “Or does he love the idea of you? The fun, carefree fling who doesn’t remind him of his responsibilities?”
Her phone buzzed again. This time, I picked it up and held it out for her to see.
“Would you like me to answer? Should I tell him you’re… indisposed?”
Emily’s expression shifted from anger to fear. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I dare.” I smirked. “But first, let me take a little souvenir.”
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I opened her phone and found a string of messages between her and Henry.
Sweet nothings. Promises of a future together. And a few photos that made my stomach turn.
I snapped pictures with my phone, making sure I had enough evidence to make my point clear. Then I locked her phone and set it back down.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Because you need to know what’s coming.” I stood up and leaned over her. “When you can move again, feel free to let Henry know I’ll be calling my lawyer today.”
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“You won’t win,” she muttered. “Henry won’t let you take everything.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, he’ll have no choice. I’ve got proof now. And when the courts see what he’s been up to, he’ll be lucky if he walks away with his clothes.”
Emily finally managed to lift her head. Her arms were still weak, but she was starting to regain movement.
“Don’t worry,” I said with a smile. “You’ll be fine in a few minutes. But your relationship with Henry? That’s done.”
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She glared at me as she swung her legs off the table, struggling to stand.
“You think you’ve won?” she raised an eyebrow. “He’ll come crawling back to me.”
“If you say so,” I laughed.
She grabbed her bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. I took a deep breath, letting the tension leave my body.
But I wasn’t done yet.
That evening, I waited for Henry to come home. He walked through the door like nothing had happened, kissed me on the cheek, and sat down at the dinner table.
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“Henry,” I said, setting my phone on the table between us. “We need to talk.”
His eyes flickered to the phone, and I could see the color drain from his face.
“I know everything,” I said quietly. “The texts. The calls. Your little plan to divorce me.”
He opened his mouth, but I held up a hand to stop him.
“No excuses, Henry,” I said. “You want a divorce? You’ll get one. But you’re leaving with nothing. The house is mine. The kids stay with me. And if you try to fight me, I’ve got plenty of evidence to bury you in court.”
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His face paled, and he slumped in his chair. “Sophia…”
I leaned in, my voice steady. “You should’ve thought about this before you lied to me. Now? You’re on your own.”
The next day, I filed for divorce.
Soon, Henry moved out, and Emily realized he couldn’t give her the life she wanted.
To be honest, leaving my husband wasn’t easy. But after thinking about what he’d been doing behind my back, I knew I had no other option.
I left Henry and promised to never look back again. Not even on days when I felt lonely.
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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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