I thought I was getting ready to marry the love of my life until I found something in her house that turned my world upside down! Things got messy when I realized her ex was linked to the item I discovered at her place. Next thing you know, a prenup was mentioned. Read on to hear the full crazy story!
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I had been looking forward to THIS especially exciting day for weeks! What day, you ask? Well, traveling for my brother’s wedding had been exhausting. But I was finally back in town and EAGER to see my fiancée, Carol!
We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I couldn’t wait to spend some quality and romantic time together. Boy, had I missed her! You’d swear we didn’t talk on the phone and video call several times a day the way I am behaving!
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Without wasting any time after my arrival back in town, I was off to see my girl. I arrived at her apartment, and she greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss. It was a normal day hanging out at her place. Everything seemed perfect!
After a bit of catching up, things changed for the worse when I excused myself to the restroom. As I lifted the toilet seat, something strange caught my eye. There, taped to the underside, was a folded note with MY name on it.
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My heart dropped and then started to race. “Why would there be a note for me here?” I whispered to myself. My mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario. Had Carol been seeing someone else while I was away? Was it them who left me the note?
Of course, Carol would never check there, so I wondered if that meant some guy had been here since my last visit. I carefully peeled off the tape and unfolded the note. I braced myself for a gut-wrenching confession, something like:
“Sorry buddy, she only told me this morning that she has a guy…”
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But what I read was SO much worse! The note read:
Hey, I know you guys are engaged now and everything. But you have to know that this woman took everything from me. From bro to bro, please make sure you get a prenup before signing the marriage documents. Sorry for such a weird spot for the note, I don’t have your number. Call me if you want to know more: (XXX) XXX-XXXX.
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I realized that the note was from Carol’s ex-husband, Kevin. I had known about him, of course. And since he had a key to her apartment, it seemed he went in to leave her future husband a message. My fiancée had told me they had parted ways amicably. But this note painted a very different picture.
My hands shook as I reread the message. Could it be true? Was Carol capable of such deceit? I slipped the note into my pocket, determined to find out more without alerting my fiancée. I didn’t want to confront her without having all the facts.
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The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Carol didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss, and I struggled to keep up the facade of normalcy. As soon as I got home, I dialed the number from the note. It rang a few times before a man’s voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Kevin?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“My name is Michael. I’m Carol’s fiancé. I found your note.”
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There was a pause on the other end. “I was hoping you would call. Look, man, I know this is a lot to take in, but you need to know the truth about Carol.” I took a deep breath. “What happened between you two?”
Kevin sighed. “We met in college, and everything was great at first. We got married right after graduation,” he shared. “I thought she was the love of my life. But after a few years, things started to change.”
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My heart started beating fast as he continued. “She became distant and secretive. I found out she had been funneling money out of our joint account into a private one.”
“When I confronted her, she filed for divorce. She then took half of everything I owned because we hadn’t signed a prenup.” I felt a cold chill run down my spine. “Did you try to fight it?”
“Of course I did,” Kevin replied bitterly. “But she had covered her tracks too well. I couldn’t prove anything,” he said reluctantly. “In the end, I lost my house, my savings, everything. I’m still trying to recover financially.”
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“Why didn’t you warn me sooner?” I asked, feeling a mix of anger and fear.
“I didn’t know about you until recently. I moved out of state after the divorce,” Kevin explained. “But when I heard through mutual friends that she was engaged again, I had to reach out.”
“I couldn’t let the same thing happen to someone else.” I sat in stunned silence, processing everything Kevin had said. Could Carol be the manipulative person he described? It seemed so far-fetched from the woman I thought I knew.
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“Thank you for telling me,” I said finally. “I need to figure out what to do next.”
“Just be careful,” Kevin warned. “And seriously, get a prenup.” After hanging up, I felt like the ground was pulled out from under me. I didn’t want to believe Kevin, but his story had too many details to ignore. I needed to confront Carol, but I had to do it carefully.
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The next day, I suggested we go out for dinner. Carol seemed thrilled, and we went to our favorite restaurant. As we sat down, I tried to gather my thoughts. “Carol, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady.
She looked at me with concern. “What’s wrong, my love?” I took a deep breath. “I found a note yesterday. Under the toilet seat. It was from Kevin.” Her eyes widened, and she looked away.
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“What did it say?” she asked quietly.
“He warned me about you. He said you took everything from him and that I should get a prenup.” Her face turned pale!
“Michael, it’s not what you think. Kevin is lying.”
“Is he?” I asked, feeling a surge of frustration. “Because his story was very detailed,” I challenged her. “Why would he go through the trouble of leaving a note like that if it wasn’t true?”
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She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “Michael, please. Kevin was abusive. He controlled every aspect of my life,” she explained. “I left him because I couldn’t take it anymore. He’s trying to ruin my happiness because he can’t stand to see me move on.”
I felt torn. Her words sounded sincere, but so had Kevin’s! “Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”
“I didn’t want to burden you with my past. I wanted to start fresh with you.”
I pulled my hand away. “I need some time to think about this.”
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The drive home was silent.
Carol tried to reach out to me a few times over the next few days, but I couldn’t respond. My mind was spinning with conflicting emotions.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept replaying both conversations in my head, trying to make sense of it all. I decided to do some digging on my own. Over the next few days, I reached out to mutual friends, looked through old records, and even spoke to Kevin again.
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Piece by piece, the truth began to emerge. Kevin had, indeed, been controlling. But there were also signs that Carol had taken advantage of the situation. It was a complex and messy story, with no clear villain or hero.
When I finally confronted my fiancée with everything I had found, she broke down in tears! She admitted to taking money from Kevin but insisted it was only to escape his control. Carol begged for my forgiveness, swearing that she loved me and that things would be different with us.
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I felt like I was standing at a crossroads! Could I trust her after everything I had learned? Or was I setting myself up for the same fate as Kevin? In the end, I decided to take her ex’s advice. I asked Carol to sign a prenup.
It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was a step towards protecting myself. Carol agreed, though I could see the hurt in her eyes. Our relationship wasn’t the same after that. Trust, once broken, is hard to rebuild. But we were both committed to trying. Only time would tell if love could conquer all.
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In a similar tale to Michael’s, a woman thought her husband was cheating on her with his female friend. But the truth was something quite unexpected, perhaps even worse. Luckily, what she discovered redefined their relationship in a good way and allowed her husband to truly be himself with her.
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.
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Velho vende mala surrada, todos o ignoram, exceto o menino coxo que concorda em comprá-la — História do dia
Um garoto vai ao mercado de pulgas para comprar fitas de música antigas, mas tem pena de um senhor idoso que está vendendo uma mala velha, e esse ato de gentileza muda sua vida.
A vida de Martin Farmer não era fácil e continha poucos prazeres. Ele tinha dezessete anos, mas já carregava um pesado fardo de responsabilidade. Sua mãe estava doente, e seu pai havia falecido dois anos antes, deixando-o como o homem da casa.
Pouco depois disso, um acidente de moto deixou Martin com ferimentos graves na perna esquerda, o que encerrou sua brilhante carreira no futebol, e ele estava contando com o futebol para pagar sua faculdade…
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O dinheiro era curto, então Martin trabalhava depois da escola todos os dias e o dia todo aos sábados para sobreviver e ajudar a pagar os remédios da mãe. De vez em quando, ele tirava US$ 5 de suas economias e ia ao mercado de pulgas local para procurar fitas de música antigas dos anos 80 e 90.
Essas viagens mensais ao mercado de pulgas eram seu único prazer — seu único hobby. Naquele domingo, Martin estava se recuperando de uma semana particularmente difícil. Ele havia trabalhado duro, mas as contas médicas de sua mãe tinham chegado pelo correio.
O salário da semana não era suficiente para manter os lobos afastados para sempre, Martin sabia disso. Ele e a mãe tiveram uma discussão acalorada na noite de sábado. Ele queria largar a escola e trabalhar em tempo integral, mas a mãe discordou.
Esta manhã ele acordou cedo, fez o café da manhã para ela e então foi para o mercado de pulgas. Pelo menos por algumas horas, ele pararia de pensar em seus problemas.
Era uma manhã linda, então a feira estava cheia de pessoas vasculhando o lixo e os tesouros da vida de outras pessoas, e Martin foi até um vendedor em particular que ele conhecia bem.
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Ele estava de pé ao lado da mesa do homem, examinando um tesouro de fitas antigas quando um velho chegou e montou uma pilha de bolsas e malas velhas na porta ao lado. O homem imediatamente começou a anunciar seus produtos:
“Malas, bolsas e pastas!” ele gritou com sua velha voz rachada. “Cinco dólares cada, a melhor pechincha da sua vida!”
Uma mulher que passava parou, olhou e cheirou. “Tralha velha é o que você tem! Tem tanto mofo nessa mala que ela provavelmente vai se desfazer!”
“Vá em frente, moça!” o velho se virou. “Ajude um velho! Estou limpando meus velhos tesouros e com certeza posso usar o dinheiro! As coisas estão difíceis…”
Outro homem passou e cutucou uma maleta com o pé. “Velho, eu não daria nem um dólar por esse pedaço de lixo! Você não vai vender nada!”
Milagres acontecem onde e quando menos esperamos.
O velho balançou a cabeça. “Você está errado. A pessoa certa vai aparecer porque isso aqui é uma mala cheia de esperança”, ele disse. “Porque parece uma mala para você, mas eu prometo a você, é um sonho se tornando realidade!”
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Martin sorriu. Ele se virou para o homem e disse: “Eu poderia usar muita esperança agora mesmo! Quanto custa o sonho se tornando realidade?”
“Jovem”, disse o velho sorrindo alegremente. “Esta maravilha aqui é 100% couro legítimo, feita na década de 1930, e pode ser sua por apenas $5!”
Sorrindo, Martin pescou no bolso sua única nota de $5 e entregou ao homem. “Aqui está”, ele disse.
O homem estava sorrindo enormemente, e ele agarrou a mão de Martin. “Você é um garoto gentil”, ele disse. “E você merece o que está recebendo!”
Martin riu, pegou a velha mala que era muito mais pesada do que ele imaginava e acenou um adeus pesaroso para o músico. “Da próxima vez!”, ele prometeu e foi para casa almoçar.
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Quando ele chegou em casa, sua mãe reclamou da mala imediatamente. “Martin! Você teve que comprar tralha? Já temos o suficiente disso! Coloque na garagem ou vai encher a casa de poeira!”
Martin obedientemente carregou a mala para a garagem. Ele estava prestes a colocá-la em cima de uma mesa velha quando mais uma vez percebeu o quão pesada ela era. Ele abriu a mala e ficou surpreso ao ver que ela estava cheia de pacotes embrulhados em jornal.
Curioso, ele rasgou o jornal e encontrou um maço de notas de $20! Rapidamente Martin desembrulhou os outros pacotes. Era tudo dinheiro! Milhares de dólares, centenas de milhares de dólares!
Martin gritou por sua mãe e ela veio correndo. Ela ficou sem palavras ao ver as pilhas de dinheiro. Ela não reclamou da poeira…
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Naquela noite, Martin e sua mãe contaram e recontaram o dinheiro. Havia $300.000! “Há o suficiente para as contas médicas e os medicamentos…” disse Martin.
“Ah, e para a faculdade”, disse a mãe de Martin. “E talvez então a gente pague a hipoteca…”
“Mas mãe”, Martin disse suavemente. “Não é nosso dinheiro. O homem me vendeu esta mala por cinco dólares e ele parecia muito pobre. Tenho certeza de que ele não sabia sobre o dinheiro.”
A Sra. Farmer cuidadosamente colocou todo o dinheiro de volta na mala velha. “Nesse caso, você tem que encontrá-lo, Martin”, ela disse. “E devolver tudo a ele.
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Nas três semanas seguintes, Martin assombrou os mercados de rua e mercados de pulgas procurando pelo velho, mas ele não estava em lugar nenhum. Então, um dia, ele o viu em um ponto de ônibus, carregando outra mala velha.
“Espere!” Martin gritou. “Escute, você se lembra de mim? Você me vendeu uma mala velha? Eu tenho que devolvê-la para você!”
“Devolver?” perguntou o velho. “Eu não quero de volta!”
“Por favor, você não entende”, disse Martin. “A mala estava cheia de dinheiro, seu dinheiro!”
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O velho começou a rir. “Eu sei DISSO!” ele disse. “Você se lembra do que eu te disse? A mala estava cheia de esperança e sonhos se tornando realidade. É para isso que ela serve. Use-a bem.”
O velho se virou e começou a ir embora, mas Martin correu atrás dele. “Mas eu pensei que você fosse pobre!”
O homem sorriu. “Não, filho. Sou um homem que passou a vida inteira ganhando dinheiro e agora descubro que tenho mais do que qualquer um deveria ter. Então, dou para aqueles que são gentis o suficiente para ajudar os necessitados. E esse é você!”
Martin foi para casa e contou à mãe a história do velho. Eles decidiram usar o dinheiro para ajudá-la a melhorar e pagar a faculdade dele, e daquele dia em diante, eles incluíram o Suitcase Man em suas orações.
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Milagres são encontrados onde e quando menos esperamos. Martin e sua mãe estavam no fim da corda quando encontraram o dinheiro na mala.
- Atos de gentileza são sempre recompensados. Martin gastou seus preciosos $5 para ajudar um homem que ele achava que era mais pobre do que ele e recebeu um presente que fez seus sonhos se tornarem realidade.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
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