I Tried to Warn My Ex Husband About His Gold Digger Fiancée but He Ignored Me, So I Took Action — Story of the Day

My ex-husband was ready to start a new chapter, but something about his engagement didn’t sit right with me. A casual conversation at work turned into a revelation I couldn’t ignore. He refused to believe me, so I had to show him the truth—no matter how much it would hurt.

I was sitting at work, though working as a restaurant administrator didn’t leave much time for sitting.

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This was one of those rare moments when the dining area was quiet—no guests asking for special requests, no complaints from the kitchen, no servers rushing over with last-minute problems.

I took a deep breath, savoring the short-lived peace, knowing it wouldn’t last.

My phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen—Aaron. My ex-husband. Curious, I picked it up and tapped the message.

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A photo loaded. It was David, our son, grinning from ear to ear, holding a giant stuffed animal. The bright lights of an amusement park sparkled behind him.

A warmth spread through me. I was glad Aaron and David were having fun.

Nearby, two waitresses chatted, their voices light and excited. Lindsey held out her hand, her fingers stretched to display a massive diamond ring.

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Claire grabbed Lindsey’s hand, her eyes wide. “That stone is huge! Probably visible from space.”

Lindsey laughed, tilting her hand to catch the light. “I know, right? I got so lucky.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “Is he rich or something?”

Lindsey smirked. “He’s not a millionaire, but he has money. Enough to buy this, at least.”

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I frowned. Lindsey had been dating Leo, one of our kitchen staff, for over a year. “Aren’t you with Leo?” I asked.

“I am,” Lindsey said, still admiring the ring.

I stared at her. “Since when was Leo rich?”

Lindsey finally looked at me. “Leo isn’t. But my fiancé is. That was Leo’s idea, actually.”

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I blinked. “What?”

“The plan was simple,” Lindsey said. “Find a rich guy, marry him, divorce him in a few months, take the money. Then Leo and I live the good life.” She twirled the ring on her finger. “Halfway there.”

My stomach twisted. “Don’t you think that’s… cruel?”

Lindsey shrugged. “I don’t love my fiancé, so no.”

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“But he might love you,” I said. “He proposed, didn’t he?”

Lindsey waved me off. “That’s his problem. He fell for the fact that I’m younger.”

I stared at her, unable to believe what I was hearing.

I had married young and for love. Back then, Aaron and I believed love was enough.

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But as the years passed, we realized we were too different. We wanted different things, handled problems in opposite ways, and saw the world through separate lenses.

Letting go had been painful, but we knew it was the right decision. Even now, I had no regrets.

Aaron was still a good friend, and most importantly, he was a wonderful father to David.

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That evening, when I got home, Aaron was already at the door with David. My son bounced inside, his face glowing with excitement.

“Mom! We went on the biggest roller coaster! I wasn’t even scared!” he said, barely pausing for breath.

I smiled, ruffling his hair. “Sounds amazing.”

Aaron, however, stood stiffly behind him. His expression was tense.

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“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“We need to talk,” he said. “Privately.”

I nodded and led him to the kitchen.

We sat down at the table. Aaron ran a hand through his hair, his fingers drumming lightly against the table.

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Something was off. His shoulders were tense, his gaze shifting, like he wasn’t sure how to start.

I leaned forward. “Aaron, you’re scaring me. Did something happen?”

He exhaled sharply. “No, nothing bad. Actually… it’s serious. But in a good way.”

I frowned. “Serious in a good way? What do you mean?”

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Aaron hesitated. Then, in one breath, he said, “I’m getting married again.”

I blinked. “What? That’s great!” I smiled, trying to reassure him. “I don’t see why you were so worried.”

Aaron shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I thought you’d be upset.”

“Upset? Aaron, I’m really happy for you. You deserve to be happy.”

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Relief softened his face. He nodded. “Thanks. I’ll tell David later. I wanted you to know first.”

“Of course. I’m sure he’ll be happy for you too,” I said.

Aaron smiled, more relaxed now.

“So… who is she?” I asked. “Are you going to show me a picture? How did you two meet?”

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Aaron chuckled. “I knew you’d ask.” He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “I came prepared.”

He turned the screen toward me. My stomach dropped. I couldn’t hide my shock.

“That’s Lindsey,” I said, my voice flat. “One of my waitresses.”

Aaron shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. That’s why I was worried about your reaction.”

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I looked back at the picture, my mind racing. “How did this even happen?”

Aaron scratched the back of his neck. “I met her when I picked up David from the restaurant. Later, I saw her on a dating app. We started talking… and here we are.”

I swallowed hard. My hands clenched under the table. I couldn’t keep this to myself.

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“Aaron, I need to tell you something,” I said carefully. “And it’s not good.”

Aaron’s face tensed. “If this is about the age difference, I already know. Eleven years. It doesn’t bother us.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that. Just today, Lindsey was talking about her fiancé. I didn’t realize she meant you.”

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Aaron’s brow furrowed. “What are you saying?”

“She said she’s marrying you just to divorce you and take your money.”

Silence. Then, suddenly, Aaron’s expression darkened. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you!” he shouted. “I can’t believe you’re making this up!”

“Aaron, it’s the truth!” I protested. “Why would I lie?”

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His jaw clenched. “Because you’re jealous!”

I gasped. “Jealous? I’m trying to protect you!”

“Right. You just can’t stand that I found someone younger who actually loves me,” Aaron snapped.

“She has a boyfriend! He works in our kitchen!” I shouted.

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“You’re lying!” His face was red with anger. “I can’t believe you’d sink this low.”

“It’s the truth!”

“This conversation is over.” He stormed out, slamming the front door behind him.

I couldn’t just let this go. I wouldn’t allow Lindsey to scam Aaron. He didn’t deserve that. No matter how angry he was at me, I had to make him see the truth.

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All night, I kept thinking about it. Aaron wouldn’t believe words alone—he needed proof. Clear, undeniable proof.

The next day, I watched for Leo. He was working in the kitchen, focused on chopping vegetables. I took a deep breath and walked over.

“Hey, Leo,” I said, stepping closer. “You and Lindsey make such a great couple. I was thinking—why not surprise her with a romantic dinner here after closing? She’d love it.”

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Leo’s face lit up. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “She even mentioned wanting something special like that recently.”

He wiped his hands on his apron, looking excited. “Wow, I had no idea. That sounds perfect.”

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I nodded. “You could set up a nice table, maybe bring some flowers. She’d love the effort.”

Leo grinned. “That’s a great idea, Melanie. Thanks for suggesting it. Can I do it tonight?”

I smiled. “Of course.”

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After that, I sent Aaron a message. My hands hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I typed.

I knew he wouldn’t reply. He was too angry. But he didn’t have to answer—he just needed to read it.

@Me

I know you think I’m lying, but if you want the truth, come to the restaurant after 10 p.m.

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I hit send and exhaled. My chest felt tight. Would he come? Would he ignore me? I had no way of knowing. All I could do was wait.

That evening, after putting David to bed, I opened my laptop. My fingers trembled slightly as I logged into the restaurant’s security system.

The cameras flickered to life. I found the right angle—one that showed the table Leo had set up.

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Candles flickered in the dim light. A small vase with flowers sat in the center. It looked romantic. Too romantic.

I watched as Leo and Lindsey sat together. They ate, talked, and laughed. Leo’s eyes shone with love.

He was completely devoted to her. Lindsey smiled, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

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She leaned in, brushing her hand against his arm. Then, finally, she kissed him.

I grimaced and quickly switched cameras. I couldn’t watch that. My stomach twisted.

On the outdoor camera, movement caught my eye. My breath hitched. Aaron was there. He had come. He pushed open the restaurant door and walked inside.

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Heart pounding, I switched back to Lindsey and Leo. Just in time.

Aaron stepped into view, his face contorted with rage. Lindsey and Leo broke apart, their expressions shifting from shock to panic.

Leo’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Lindsey’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape.

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Aaron’s voice boomed. I couldn’t hear what he said, but his anger was clear. He pointed at Lindsey, then at Leo.

Lindsey crossed her arms, tossing her hair over her shoulder, but Leo looked terrified.

Then, suddenly, Lindsey yanked off her engagement ring and threw it at Aaron.

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It clattered onto the table. Aaron picked it up, his face pale. Without another word, he turned and stormed out.

I switched cameras again. Outside, Aaron stood still, his shoulders shaking.

His head dropped into his hand. Even from behind a screen, I could tell—he was crying.

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I swallowed hard. I had done the right thing. He needed to see the truth. But somehow, I still felt guilty.

After a while, the doorbell rang. I hesitated before opening it. Aaron stood there, his face red from crying, his eyes filled with regret.

“You were right,” he said, his voice hoarse.

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“This isn’t satisfying for me, just so you know,” I said. “I didn’t want to be right about this.”

Aaron nodded, his shoulders heavy. “I’m sorry for doubting you.” He took a shaky breath. “I should have trusted you.”

He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. “Thank you.”

I hugged him back, feeling his pain.

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Woman Starts Working as a Nanny and Finds the Shoes of Her Long-Lost Daughter — Story of the Day

While working as a nanny, Lori uncovered something she never thought she’d see again—a pair of shoes that once belonged to her daughter, who vanished 22 years ago. The shoes, a painful reminder of the past, were now inexplicably in the home where she was caring for a little girl.Lori sat on the living room floor, her hands trembling as she pulled the lid off another dusty box. Old memories flooded her mind, filling the air with a heaviness she couldn’t shake.
Three-year-old Marissa, the sweet little girl Lori was caring for, stood nearby, her wide eyes filled with confusion. Marissa didn’t understand why Lori was crying so hard. Lori was clutching a tiny child’s shoe in her hands, tears streaming down her face. This shoe had belonged to her daughter, who disappeared 22 years ago. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it, but nothing added up. Just then, the front door creaked open, and Lori heard footsteps. Emily, Marissa’s mother, entered the room, her face filled with concern.”Lori, are you okay?” Emily asked, her voice trembling with concern.Lori didn’t look up. Her voice cracked as she asked, “Where did you get these shoes?”Emily’s heart raced. She glanced at the small shoe, then at Lori. “I… ,” she stammered, struggling to find the right words. 22 years ago…Lori sat on the floor, carefully folding clothes and placing them into a small suitcase. She glanced at the list beside her, checking off items as she packed.It was Olive’s first trip without her, and Lori’s heart felt heavy. Olive’s father, Chris, was taking her to Scotland. Lori wasn’t sure if she could trust him to handle everything. Scotland seemed so far away, and the thought of being apart from her little girl made her anxious. As she zipped up the suitcase, four-year-old Olive came bouncing into the room. “Mom, why can’t you come with us?
” Olive asked, looking up at Lori with wide eyes.Lori knelt beside her and smiled. “I’d love to, sweetie, but this is a special trip for you and your dad.” Olive frowned. “What will I do without you?””You’ll have fun with your grandparents,” Lori said, brushing a curly strand away from Olive’s face. “You’ll see where your dad grew up and learn about Scotland. It’s a part of who you are.” Olive’s eyes filled with worry. “But I’ll miss you.”Lori’s heart ached as she pulled Olive into a hug. “I’ll miss you too, sweetheart. But it’s only five days, and we’ll be together again before you know it.” Olive pulled back a little, her face thoughtful. “Is five days a lot or a little?” “It’s a little,” Lori said, stroking her daughter’s cheek. “The time will fly by.”Olive nodded slowly. “Okay, but promise we’ll see each other soon. Promise you’ll miss me.” Lori smiled and kissed the top of Olive’s head. “I promise, baby. I’ll miss you so much.” She held Olive close, not wanting to let go. A few hours later, Chris arrived to pick up Olive. Lori knelt down, gently slipping Olive’s little shoes onto her feet. She had embroidered tiny flowers on them herself, making them special. “Be good for your dad, okay?” Lori said softly, hugging Olive tightly. Olive nodded and smiled, but Lori could still feel a tug in her heart as they left for the airport.Later, her phone buzzed. It was Chris, calling to let her know they had arrived safely. He sent a picture of Olive smiling at the airport. Lori smiled, feeling a small sense of relief, but deep down, a knot of worry still remained. Something didn’t feel right. Chris and Olive had been in Scotland for four days. They were supposed to return the next day. For the first three days, Chris had been good about sending Lori photos of Olive. Each picture showed Olive smiling, exploring new places, and it gave Lori some peace.But on the fourth day, nothing came. No messages. No pictures. Lori’s worry grew with each passing hour. She tried calling Chris, but her calls went straight to voicemail. She texted him, hoping for a quick response. Nothing. Her heart began to race. She called Chris’s parents, but there was no answer from them either. That’s when she knew something was wrong. Her hands trembled as she dialed again, but still no answer. Lori spent the entire day by the phone, her mind racing with horrible thoughts.Finally, in the evening, her phone rang. She saw Chris’s name on the screen. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and answered.”Chris, is everything okay? I was starting to worry,” Lori said, her voice tense.There was a pause. “Lori, are you sitting down?” Chris asked quietly. Lori frowned. “What? Why would I need to sit down?” she replied, her heart starting to race. “Just answer the question, Lori. Are you sitting down?” Chris repeated, his tone firm.Lori’s voice shook. “Yes, I’m on the couch. What’s going on?” “Alright. Listen carefully. Don’t panic,” Chris said. Lori’s breath caught in her throat. “What? Why would I panic? Chris, what’s happening?” “Olive is missing,” Chris finally said.Lori felt her world spin. “What? What do you mean, missing? How could she be missing?” she nearly screamed. “We were walking in the city this morning. I lost sight of her for a second. She was just gone. But I’ve already gone to the police, Lori. They’re looking for her,” Chris explained. Lori’s hands shook. “She’s been missing since this morning? And you’re only telling me now? You lost our daughter!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face.”I’m sorry, Lori. I didn’t know what to do,” Chris said, his voice weak. “I’m taking the next flight. I won’t stop until I find her,” Lori said, and without waiting for his response, she hung up the phone, her mind spinning. Lori flew to Scotland the very next day, determined to find Olive. She couldn’t rest, couldn’t think of anything else. She spent years in Scotland, pouring all her time and energy into the search. She walked the streets, put up posters, and talked to anyone who might have seen Olive.But it was as if Olive had vanished into thin air. No one knew anything. The police helped at first, but as time passed, they stopped looking. Lori refused to give up, continuing the search on her own. But with each year, her hope faded a little more.Then, a few years later, the police contacted her. They had found a body in the river and said it most likely belonged to Olive, but it was hard to identify. Lori’s world fell apart in that moment. It was as if her heart had shattered.She knew then that she had lost her daughter forever. With no hope left, Lori returned home, broken and defeated.Present Day… Lori, trying to control her tears, looked at Emily, who stood silent, not knowing what to say. After a long moment, Emily finally spoke. “These are the shoes my family found me in,” Emily said softly. “I was very young then, and I don’t remember much. I just know that I got lost somehow. I remember arriving in a strange city by bus, where my family found me. They adopted me later.”Lori could hardly breathe. “That’s… impossible,” she whispered, disbelief filling her voice.Emily hesitated before continuing. “I didn’t know where I came from, or my parents’ full names. My adoptive parents tried to find them, but no one came forward. After a while, they gave up,” she explained. “When I was six, we moved here, and I’ve been here ever since.” Lori wiped her face, her hands shaking. “Is Emily your real name?” she asked quietly. Emily looked confused. “No. I had a different name when they found me. But they changed it when I was adopted,” she replied.Lori’s heart ached. “Your name was Olive, wasn’t it?” Lori asked, staring at her. Emily’s eyes widened in shock. “How… how do you know that name?” Lori’s voice shook as she raised the little shoes. “These were my daughter’s shoes. She was wearing them when she disappeared in Scotland.” Emily stared at her, tears forming in her eyes. “I lived there before we moved here.”Lori’s voice cracked as she said, “I can’t believe you’ve been so close all this time. I never should have stopped looking.” Emily’s voice broke. “So… you’re my mother?”Lori nodded, her tears falling again. “Yes.” Emily threw her arms around Lori, who held her daughter tightly, just as she had done 22 years ago when she was little. The feeling of finally being reunited filled Lori’s heart with both joy and disbelief.They sat there, not saying a word, just holding each other. Time seemed to stop for them. After a few moments, little Marissa wandered over, curious. She looked at them with big eyes, then wrapped her small arms around both of them. Emily laughed softly, her eyes still teary, and kissed Marissa’s head. So, you’ve already met your granddaughter,” Emily said, her smile softening as she looked down at Marissa, who was now sitting between them.”Yes, I have,” Lori replied, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I can’t believe I’ve been her nanny for two whole years without realizing she was my granddaughter.” Lori gently ran her fingers through Emily’s hair. “You used to have such bright red hair as a child. Marissa’s hair is the same color. What happened to yours?”Emily chuckled. “I started dyeing it in high school. I wanted a change, and I guess I just never stopped.” “That’s a shame,” Lori said with a hint of nostalgia. “You had such beautiful hair, just like Marissa’s.” Emily’s eyes welled up with tears again. She leaned in and hugged Lori tightly, overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment. Lori, still in disbelief, held her daughter close, marveling at the fact that after all these years, she was finally able to hug her little girl again.”If you hadn’t asked me to go through these old boxes, I might never have known you were my daughter,” Lori said, her voice soft. Emily wiped her eyes and grinned. “So, does that mean I don’t have to pay you extra for organizing them?” “I’m ready to give you all the money I have, just promise me you’ll never disappear again,” Lori said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I promise,” Emily replied softly. She hugged her mother, feeling the weight of all those lost years. Lori held her daughter tightly, her arms wrapped around her as if she could protect her from ever disappearing again. She closed her eyes, taking in the familiar warmth she had longed for over so many years. The fear that Emily might vanish once more lingered in her heart. This was truly her daughter—no longer the little girl Lori had lost so many years ago, but now a grown woman, with her own life and even a child of her own. Yet, to Lori, she was still her little Olive.

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