I Decided to Surprise My Husband at Work Only to Discover He Was on Vacation

I thought I would surprise my husband with lunch at work, but I discovered he was on vacation. The following day, skeptical and bewildered, I followed him and discovered a startling secret at my sister’s place. I was forced to reevaluate all of my assumptions about my marriage and my family after what I discovered.

Last Tuesday, I made the decision to surprise Ben at work with lunch. I had prepared his favorite dish, lasagna, all morning. I had some alone time with the kids at school, so I thought it would be a kind gesture. What spouse wouldn’t appreciate receiving a handmade meal and a surprise visit from his wife?

The receptionist at his office looked at me quizzically when I arrived.

She asked, staring at the lasagna in my hands, “You’re here for Ben?”

Yes, I simply wanted to take him lunch. Is he present?

She paused. “Ben has spent the last two weeks on vacation.”

I stood there in shock, attempting to take in what she had said. On vacation? He had informed me that he would be working late every day this week. I felt a knot form in my stomach and a chilly perspiration appear on my forehead. I departed after thanking her.

I attempted to figure it out at home. Perhaps there was miscommunication. However, what sort of miscommunication endures for two weeks? I had a persistent sense that something was seriously wrong. So I resolved to follow him the next day, as any suspicious wife would do.

I requested Mom to watch the kids for the day over the phone the next morning. I told her I needed to run some errands. She didn’t notice the chaos growing inside of me; she was just delighted to help. I decided to follow Ben to see for myself what was actually going on.

I kept my distance as I watched him leave the home and get into his car. He arrived at Kate’s—my sister’s—house after driving across town.

As I watched him get out of the automobile, my jaw fell open. Kate emerged, giving him a loving welcome and guiding him inside.

My thoughts became empty. Did Ben and my sister have an affair? It was unbelievable to me, but was there any other explanation? Tears welled up in me, the anguish of betrayal cutting deep. I needed to be certain.

After parking my automobile a little distance from Kate’s residence, I contacted my attorney, Carla. She had previously managed a few legal issues for us, so I trusted her opinion. With a voice trembling with hurt and anger, I told her everything.

“Julia, get some hard evidence before you jump to conclusions,” Carla replied in a composed and businesslike tone. It’s crucial to be certain before pursuing legal action.

I was aware of her correctness. I returned to Kate’s place and started to prowl around like a spies. Even though I felt absurd, I wanted to find out. I looked in a window.

I went inside and noticed a stack of papers and Ben and Kate hunched over lunch at the kitchen table. They appeared serious, and they occasionally cast glances around as though they were afraid of being discovered.

What schemes did they have in mind? I was more and more certain that something was seriously wrong the more I watched. They weren’t merely having an affair; they had plans.

Hands shaking, I took a couple pictures with my phone. I required evidence, something tangible with which to challenge Ben. My imagination was racing with horrible scenarios of all kinds. What actions did they take?

From my car, I made James a call. He detected the first ring. My brother-in-law James has always been the family’s practical one. He was the cool-headed, steady contrast to Kate’s more impetuous personality, having been married to her for almost ten years.

He and Ben got along well, frequently connecting over their passion for cooking and sports. I had faith in James, and I knew he could help me understand this.

It’s Julia, James. I must speak with you regarding Ben and Kate.

A pause occurred. “Calm down, Julia. What is happening?

My voice trembling, I blurted out, “I think they’re having an affair.”

James exhaled. “Julia, please come on over.” Right now.

With terror and betrayal racing through my head, I ran back to Kate’s place. James’ vehicle was already parked outside when I got there. I slipped up to the home and peered in the window once more. James was seated at the kitchen table with Ben and Kate.

Through the partially open window, I could hear brief chunks of their conversation.

James said, seeming worried, “Julia called me.” “She believes you two are having an affair and is worried sick.”

Ben gave a nod. That means she doesn’t know everything.

“That’s fantastic!” With enthusiasm in her voice, Kate answered.

“Our strategy is working,” Ben continued.

My heart broke. I was done listening. I stormed into the home, fury exploding in me.

“You traitors, you who lie and cheat! How could you subject me to this?

Ben and Kate gave me a shocked expression. James got up and tried to reassure me.

“Please, Julia, allow us to clarify.”

“What should I explain? that my sister is the object of my husband’s infidelity?” Tears were flowing down my face as I yelled.

In an attempt to reassure me, Ben remarked gently, “Julia, it’s not what you think.” “I worked on a surprise for you while I was on vacation.”

I gave a sour laugh. “A revelation? Is it unexpected to meet at Kate’s place every day?

“Yes,” Ben responded in a firm voice. “I had intended to fulfill your dream. You’ve always mentioned wanting to open a coffee shop, correct?

I blinked, not sure what to think. “What?”

Kate moved forward while carrying a stack of documents. “Ben has been purchasing a coffee shop for you with his inheritance. Here, we have been working on the company plan and all the related legal documentation.

My frustration began to give way to perplexity and a flicker of hope. “A coffee shop? For me, please?

After giving me a nod, Ben took out a folder and gave it to me. “See, these are the files. Everything from the restoration ideas to the lease. I waited for it to be flawless before telling you. I wanted to make sure James and Kate, who are co-investors, are fully on board.

I peered at the documents, tears clouding my vision as I read them. Everything was in one place. The coffee shop I had always imagined was the evidence of his devotion and love. Ben stopped me before I collapsed because my knees gave up.

How awful it is, Ben. I truly apologize. I considered… I believed you to be.

He gave me a hard hug and whispered, “I know.” “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I should have told you.” When I gave you the keys, I wanted to see your face.

“I cry so much into his chest, I’m such an idiot.” “I truly apologize.”

“Shhh, don’t worry. I can see why you had such feelings. But I do adore you, Julia. I’d never turn on you.

I felt the weight of my error as I nodded. “I’m grateful, Ben. I am very grateful for what you have done.

We went to sign the last set of documents the following day. We owned the coffee shop. It was hard for me to believe. I was ecstatic as soon as I entered the charming little area and could smell the aroma of freshly baked pastries.

Ben gave me a tight squeeze. “Baby, this is all for you. I have faith in you.

I grinned, happy tears rolling down my cheeks. “Love, I adore you. I appreciate your confidence in me.

Together, we transformed the coffee shop into a wonderful place. It developed into a place where hopes were realized and where trust and love were the key components of every dish.

In retrospect, I see how crucial communication and trust are to a relationship. Misunderstandings can occur, but what matters most is how we respond to them.

The smell of freshly baked goodies filled my coffee shop as I stood there feeling appreciative of Ben’s constant love and support. Together, we had weathered the storm and emerged stronger.

Sometimes all it takes to see the reality behind the secrets is a little trust and a lot of love, so to anyone out there who feels like their relationship is in peril. And occasionally, such secrets can become the most exquisite revelations of all.

I Wrote My Son Daily from a Nursing Home with No Reply until a Stranger Came to Take Me Home — Story of the Day

After my son convinced me to live in a nursing home, I wrote letters to him daily telling him I missed him. He never replied to any of them until one day, a stranger shared why and came to take me home.

When I turned 81, I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis, which made it difficult for me to move around without assistance. My condition also made it difficult for my son Tyler and his wife Macy to take care of me, so they decided to move me to a nursing home.

“We can’t be tending to you the entire day, mom,” Tyler told me. “We have work to do. We’re not caregivers.”

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I wondered why he suddenly felt that way towards me, as I always tried to stay out of their way so I wouldn’t disrupt their daily schedules. I would stay in my room and use my walker to assist me whenever I needed to walk to another area of the house.

“I’ll stay out of your way, I promise. Just don’t send me to a nursing home, please. Your father built this house for me, and I’d love to keep living here for the rest of my life,” I begged.

Tyler shrugged me off, saying that the house my late husband James had built was “too big for me.”

“Come on, mom,” he said. “Leave the house to Macy and me! Look at all this space – we can have a gym and separate offices. There’s plenty of room to renovate.”

At this point, I understood that his decision to move me to a nursing home was not because he wanted me to get proper care but to get my house for himself. I was deeply hurt, trying to stop myself from crying upon realizing that somehow, Tyler had grown up to be a selfish man.

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“Where did I go wrong?” I asked myself when I got into my room that night. I thought I had raised a well-mannered man, but it seems I was wrong. I never expected to be betrayed by my son.

Without giving me much of a choice, Tyler and Macy took me to a nursing home nearby, where they said I’d get round-the-clock care from the nurses. “Don’t worry, mom, we’ll visit as much as we can,” Tyler assured me.

Hearing this, I realized that maybe moving to a nursing home wasn’t too bad because they’d come to see me anyway. Little did I know, Tyler was lying and simply trying to get me off his back.

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Every day at the nursing home seemed like an eternity. Although the nurses were friendly and the other patients were nice to talk to, I still longed to be with family and not in a place full of strangers.

Without a phone or tablet, I wrote letters to Tyler every day asking him to visit me or how they were doing. Not once did I get a response nor a visit.

After two years in the nursing home, I lost any hope of anyone coming. “Please, take me home,” I would pray every night, but after two years, I tried to convince myself not to get my hopes up anymore.

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One day, however, I was surprised to find out from my nurse that a man in his forties was at the counter, looking for me. “Did my son finally come to visit?” I said, getting my walker quickly before making my way to the front.

When I got there, I had a big smile on my face thinking it was Tyler, but to my surprise, it was another man I hadn’t seen in ages. “Mom!” he called out and gave me a tight hug.

“Ron? Is it you, Ron?” I asked him.

“It’s me, mom. How have you been? I’m sorry it took me so long to visit you. I just arrived back from Europe, and I went straight to your house,” he said.

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“My house? Did you see Tyler and Macy there? They put me in this nursing home a couple of years ago, and I haven’t seen them since,” I revealed.

Ron looked at me sadly and asked for me to sit down. We sat in front of each other on the couch, and he began to fill me in on what had happened in the past two years I was inside the nursing home.

“Mom, I’m sorry you have to hear this from me. I thought you already knew,” he started to say. “Tyler and Macy died in a house fire last year… I only found out when I went to your house and saw it abandoned. I decided to check the mailbox to see if I could get information on where to find you, and I saw all your unread letters,” he explained.

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I couldn’t believe what Ron was telling me. Although I felt resentment towards my son for what he did to me, hearing about his death still broke my heart. I cried that entire day, mourning him and my daughter-in-law Macy.

Throughout my crying, Ron never left my side. He consoled and stayed with me without saying a word until I was ready to speak again.

Ron was a boy I once took into my home. He and Tyler were childhood friends and were inseparable when they were younger.

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Unlike Tyler, who had everything he could possibly want, Ron lived in poverty and was raised by his grandmother after his parents passed away. I treated him like my own son, fed him, clothed him, and made him live with us until he moved out to study college in Europe.

After getting a high-paying job in Europe, Ron didn’t return to the US, and we eventually lost touch. I never thought I’d see him again until he showed up at the nursing home.

“Mom,” he said after I finally calmed down. “I don’t believe you belong here in this nursing home. Will you please allow me to take you home? I would love to take care of you,” he said.

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I couldn’t help but cry once more. My own son kicked me out of my house, and in front of me was a man who wanted to take me in, even though I wasn’t his blood relative. “Would you really do that for me?”

“Of course, mom. You don’t even have to ask that. You raised me to be who I am today. Without you, I’m nothing,” Ron said, hugging me.

That evening, Ron helped Jude pack her things and took her into his newly-purchased home. There, Jude discovered he had a large family, and they welcomed Jude warmly. She spent her last years in happiness, surrounded by people who truly loved her and cared for her.

What can we learn from this story?

Respect your elders and never forget what they’ve done for you. Tyler didn’t show appreciation to his mom despite everything she had done for him. He didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of her when she got older and chose to send her to a nursing home.

Family doesn’t always mean blood. Ron didn’t see Jude for years but never forgot about the kindness she showed him when he was younger. Ultimately, he decided to repay her kindness by taking her in and caring for her for the rest of her life.

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If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a son who visited his dad at a nursing home, only for the nurse to say that his carbon copy had taken the old man home a day before.

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