My Colleague Came to My Date with Her 3 Kids in Tow & Ruined It – When I Confronted Her, She Boldly Said, ‘You Should Thank Me’

The night had everything I’d planned for: candlelight, wine, and the promise of a deeper connection. But when my colleague burst through the door with her kids in tow, the evening spiraled into a disaster I never expected and a truth I wasn’t prepared for.

The third date with Susan was supposed to be the charm. We’d met on Tinder — her profile was a perfect mix of witty banter and effortless beauty. After two great dates and a dreamy stroll in the park, I was ready to take things to the next level.

Couple on a date during sunset | Source: Pexels

Couple on a date during sunset | Source: Pexels

That night, I picked a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away from the usual hustle. It was the perfect backdrop for soft candlelight and deep conversation over wine and pasta.

Susan arrived in a navy dress that hugged her figure just right, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, and I thought, Wow, this might actually be something.

The waiter had just set down a basket of fresh bread when the sound of the door swinging open grabbed my attention. At first, I ignored it. But then I heard a familiar voice.

Couple on a fancy dinner date | Source: Midjourney

Couple on a fancy dinner date | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, hey, Rob! Fancy seeing you here!”

I froze mid-reach for the breadstick. Standing at the entrance, unmistakably Linda from accounting. Her bright floral dress clashed with the scene, but that wasn’t the real problem. No, the real problem was the three kids clinging to her, each armed with loud, sticky energy.

“Linda?” I managed, blinking.

She marched over with her kids toward our table. “You didn’t tell me you were coming here tonight!” she said.

Mother and her children walking into a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Mother and her children walking into a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Susan’s confused glance darted between Linda and me. “Friend of yours?” she asked, her tone cautious.

“Colleague,” I corrected, a forced smile plastered on my face as Linda plopped her kids into chairs at our table.

“It’s packed tonight,” Linda said, casually stealing a breadstick. “I figured we’d join you. You don’t mind, do you?”

Oh, I minded. I really minded.

Linda had always been an enigma. A single mom of three — ages two, eight, and 12 — from two failed relationships, she was equally magnetic and intimidating.

Woman walking into a fancy restaurant with her three children | Source: Midjourney

Woman walking into a fancy restaurant with her three children | Source: Midjourney

Around the office, she commanded attention with her sharp intellect and striking beauty, though she kept everyone at arm’s length. I admired her resilience, devotion to her kids, and ability to balance chaos with grace.

But that admiration was from afar — strictly professional. Besides, a woman like Linda? She’s completely out of my league.

But tonight, as she slid into the booth beside me with her kids, her aura wasn’t awe-inspiring. It was suffocating.

“Linda, what are you doing here?” I stammered, my voice low, my eyes darting toward Susan, whose confusion had quickly hardened into annoyance.

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Tense man talking to two women at a dinner table in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Linda replied, casually placing her hand on mine. I instinctively pulled back. “You promised to watch the kids tonight, and here you are… having dinner with her?” She nodded toward Susan as if she were an unwelcome guest.

Susan’s mouth fell open. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice sharp.

Linda wasn’t fazed. “I mean, we’re a family.” She gestured to her children, now happily devouring the breadbasket. “The kids were so excited to see you tonight!”

“Linda, I never promised—”

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Tense man talking to two women at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

She cut me off. “Really, Rob? You’re going to pretend this isn’t a thing in front of her?”

“Pretend what’s a thing?” Susan demanded, standing now, her face a mix of disbelief and fury.

Linda shrugged, a smug grin spreading across her face. “I didn’t mean to ruin your date, Susan. But you should know the kind of man you’re seeing. He’s been leading me — and the kids — on for months.”

My heart stopped. “What? Linda, stop this!” I hissed, glancing around. Other diners were starting to notice.

Susan grabbed her purse. “You two clearly have… unfinished business,” she snapped, glaring at me like I was something stuck to her shoe. She turned on her heel and stormed out.

I stood to follow her, but Linda’s toddler, an adorable baby girl, clung to my leg.

The restaurant went silent.

Toddler smiling while sitting in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Toddler smiling while sitting in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I turned to Linda, my voice barely contained. “What are you doing? You just ruined my date!”

She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her toddler now happily munching on a breadstick. “You should thank me.”

“Thank you?” I mumbled, my anger rising. “For what? Publicly humiliating me?”

Linda calmly pulled out her phone, scrolling with deliberate precision. “No. For saving you.”

“Saving me?” I stared at her like she’d lost her mind.

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Man with a confused expression | Source: Midjourney

She flipped the phone around, holding up an image. “Recognize this?”

I squinted at the screen. It was a grainy photo, but there was no mistaking the face.”That’s… Susan. Why are you showing me this?”

“This,” Linda said, zooming in on the photo, “is a mugshot.”

The words didn’t register at first. “A mugshot?”

Linda nodded, her expression grave. “My brother’s a cop. Last night, I stopped by the station to drop off some paperwork for him. While I was there, I noticed her face on the bulletin board. She’s wanted for fraud.”

“Fraud?” I echoed, my brain struggling to keep up.

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Man with a confused expression during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah,” Linda continued. “She’s been conning men. Gets into relationships with them, gains their trust, and then scams them out of thousands. I didn’t put two and two together until I saw the picture you posted on Instagram before your date tonight. So, I called my brother, and — well, here we are. She’s probably being arrested as we speak.”

The room tilted, or maybe it was just me. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” she said, her tone softening. “Look, Rob, I know this was… a lot. But I couldn’t just stand by and let her take advantage of you. You’re a good guy. You don’t deserve that.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The anger drained from me, replaced by something else — disbelief, confusion, maybe even gratitude. “Why didn’t you just… tell me? Why the whole spectacle?”

Man with a confused expression having a conversation with his coworker | Source: Midjourney

Man with a confused expression having a conversation with his coworker | Source: Midjourney

Linda sighed, her gaze flickering toward her kids. “I tried calling you before your date, but you didn’t answer. And once I saw you here, I panicked. I didn’t want her slipping away. I did what I thought was best.”

I sat back, rubbing my temples as the weight of her words settled in. “So… you’re saying Susan is—”

“Gone,” Linda finished, her voice firm. “And you’re welcome.”

I stared at her, my emotions swirling into chaos. If she was telling the truth, then maybe she’d saved me from disaster. But the way she’d done it? I wasn’t sure I could forgive that.

Tense, confused man with arms crossed, talking to his coworker in a fancy restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Tense, confused man with arms crossed, talking to his coworker in a fancy restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The realization hit me like a freight train. Susan — charming, witty, and gorgeous — was a scam artist. And Linda, with her kids and bold, chaotic interruption, had just saved me from walking straight into a disaster.

The table fell silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. For a moment, I couldn’t look at Linda. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions — gratitude, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite name.

Then her eldest broke the silence, kicking his legs under the table. “Are we getting pizza or what?”

I couldn’t help it — I laughed. A real, unfiltered laugh that seemed to cut through the tension in the room.

Man laughing while seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Man laughing while seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Linda smirked, leaning back in her chair. “You know, Rob, you should thank me right about now.”

I shook my head, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You’re unbelievable.”

She shrugged. “And yet, here you are. Not scammed out of your life savings.”

As I looked at her — tired but radiant, her kids clearly hanging on her every word — I felt something shift. Linda wasn’t just the brave, maddening woman who had bulldozed into my evening; she was something more. She’d saved me tonight, but she’d also shown me what I’d been too blind to see.

Man and woman in a fancy restaurant having dinner | Source: Midjourney

Man and woman in a fancy restaurant having dinner | Source: Midjourney

“Linda,” I began, my voice steadier than I expected, “can I buy you dinner? All of you.”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard. “You want to buy us dinner? After all this?”

“Yeah,” I said, glancing at the kids. “I think you’ve earned it. And honestly? I could use the company.”

Her oldest grinned. “I vote pizza!”

Linda studied me, her expression softening. Then she smiled — a real, genuine smile that made something stir in my chest. “Alright, Rob. But only if you’re buying dessert, too.”

“Deal,” I said, grinning.

Man and woman sharing a happy moment | Source: Midjourney

Man and woman sharing a happy moment | Source: Midjourney

Two years later, Linda and I are still together. I’ve adopted her kids, and every day, they remind me what it means to love and be loved.

As for Linda? She still insists I should thank her for that night.

And every single day, I do.

Happy couple enjoying breakfast in their home | Source: Midjourney

Happy couple enjoying breakfast in their home | Source: Midjourney

A 6-Year-Old Boy in a Shelter Noticed a Poor Teenage Girl Watching Him Through the Fence Every Day

Every day at the shelter, six-year-old Mike, who didn’t know his parents had died, waited for them to come back. One day, he noticed a poor teenage girl standing outside the fence, silently watching him. He didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t just watching him — she was WAITING for him.

Mike was only four when his life had shattered in ways no child should ever experience. He had spent that day at the neighbor’s house, playing with blocks and eating peanut butter sandwiches, completely unaware that it would be the last normal day of his life.

When the crash happened, he wasn’t there to hear the screech of tires or the crumpling of metal. He didn’t see the flashing red and blue lights that lit up the dark street. He didn’t feel the weight of the world shifting beneath him when his parents were declared dead.

A sad little boy holding an elephant plushie | Source: Midjourney

A sad little boy holding an elephant plushie | Source: Midjourney

All he knew was that later that night, the neighbor — a kind but visibly shaken woman — took his small hand and said, “You’ll be staying with me tonight, okay, sweetheart?”

He’d nodded, clutching his stuffed elephant, Jumbo. “Where are Mommy and Daddy?”

“They’ll be back soon,” she’d whispered, her voice trembling as she offered a silent apology he’d never hear.

“But I want them now,” Mike’s lower lip quivered. “They always tuck me in. Daddy does the funny voices for my bedtime story.”

The neighbor pulled him close, her tears threatening to fall. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

A woman embracing a heartbroken little boy | Source: Unsplash

A woman embracing a heartbroken little boy | Source: Unsplash

“Can you call them?” Mike asked, his small fingers gripping his elephant tighter.

The neighbor’s breath caught in her throat. “Not tonight, honey. How about I read you a story instead?”

“No. I want Mommy and Daddy to come back for me,” Mike sobbed, his eager eyes glued to the front gate, as if willing them to appear.

But they didn’t come back. Not that night, not the next day… not ever.

Mike didn’t remember much from the days that followed, except that the neighbor’s house felt cold and strange. People he didn’t know came and went, speaking in hushed tones and avoiding his wide, questioning eyes. And then, one day, a lady with soft brown curls and a kind smile arrived. Her name was Brenda, and she was the one who took him to the shelter.

A little boy standing outside a shelter | Source: Midjourney

A little boy standing outside a shelter | Source: Midjourney

Time fluttered by like leaves on the breeze, but Mike’s hope of seeing his parents again never dwindled.

“Will my Mommy and Daddy really come for me?” he asked again, the same question he’d been asking Brenda every day for the past two years.

Mike’s big blue eyes stared up at her with so much hope that it made her chest tighten. She knelt down to meet his gaze, smoothing back a lock of his golden brown hair.

“I really believe they will,” she said softly, even though the truth clawed at the back of her throat.

Mike’s face lit up with a grin. “I believe it too!” he chirped, then bolted across the yard to join the other kids playing ball.

“Wait!” he suddenly stopped and ran back to her. “What if they come while I’m playing? What if they can’t find me?”

A desperate little boy looking up at someone | Source: Midjourney

A desperate little boy looking up at someone | Source: Midjourney

Brenda’s heart shattered. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll make sure they find you.”

“Promise?” His small hand reached for hers.

“I promise,” she whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “Now go play.”

Brenda stood there for a moment, swallowing hard. She hated this part of her job. Watching these kids cling to hope that would never be fulfilled — it broke her in ways she couldn’t even explain. But what else could she do? Tell him the truth that his parents would never come? No. He was too young.

A sad woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

A sad woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

Mike adjusted quickly to life at the shelter. He laughed, played, and made friends easily. But at night, when the other kids fell asleep, he’d sit by the window clutching his stuffed elephant, his small face pressed against the glass.

“Mommy, Daddy,” he’d whisper, as if they could somehow hear him. “When are you coming to take me home? I miss you.”

One particularly difficult night, his whispers turned to quiet sobs. “I’ll be really good, I promise. I won’t ask for any toys or candy. Please come back.”

Brenda tucked him back into bed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She sat beside him, stroking his hair until he drifted off, all the while wishing she could give him the comfort he so desperately needed.

A distressed little boy lying in bed with his plushie | Source: Midjourney

A distressed little boy lying in bed with his plushie | Source: Midjourney

“Miss Brenda?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Do you think they forgot about me?”

Her hand froze mid-stroke. “Oh, Mike… No one could ever forget you.”

“Then why haven’t they come?” His voice was so small and broken.

Brenda gathered him in her arms, rocking him gently. “Sometimes, everything happens for a reason we can’t understand. But that doesn’t mean you’re not loved.”

Close-up shot of a woman holding a little boy's hand | Source: Pixabay

Close-up shot of a woman holding a little boy’s hand | Source: Pixabay

By the time Mike turned six, he had become a bit of a bright spot at the shelter. He had a way of lifting everyone’s spirits, from the kids to the staff. But no one missed the way his smile faltered when the older kids were picked up by foster families or adopted.

“Do you think my parents will come today?” he’d ask Brenda, his voice full of the same innocent hope. And she’d answer the same way every time: “I really believe they will.”

Days passed. One warm spring afternoon, Mike noticed her for the first time. He was in the middle of kicking a ball around with a group of kids when something made him look toward the fence. There she was — a teenage girl, around 16, standing just outside the chain-link barrier.

A teenage girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney

A teenage girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney

She wasn’t like the other adults who sometimes stopped to watch. She didn’t have that pitying look people got when they saw the kids in the yard. She just… stared at Mike. Quiet. Focused.

Her clothes were old and tattered, her hair messy and unkempt. But her eyes — they were dark and intense, locked on Mike like she knew him. He stopped kicking the ball. For a moment, the world around him seemed to fade as he stared back at her.

“Mike!” one of the kids yelled, breaking his focus. “Come on, we’re losing!”

“Who is she?” Mike whispered to himself, unable to look away.

He shook his head, snapped out of the moment, and went back to playing. But when he glanced back at the fence, she was still there.

A curious boy staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

A curious boy staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

The girl became a constant visitor. Every afternoon, like clockwork, she’d show up at the same spot outside the fence, watching Mike as he played. She never said a word, never tried to approach him. She just stood there.

One day, another child noticed her too. “Mike, that girl keeps looking at you. Do you know her?”

The question hit him like a punch to the gut. “No,” he said, but he wasn’t entirely sure.

Mike never told anyone about her. A part of him was curious, but another part was scared to find out who she was and why she was there.

Eventually, Mike was placed with the Smiths. They were a kind middle-aged couple who didn’t have kids of their own. They did their best to make him feel at home, decorating his new room with posters of superheroes and giving him a soccer ball to play with in the backyard.

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A kind couple hugging a little boy | Source: Pexels

“Do you like your room, Mike?” Mrs. Smith asked nervously on his first night.

He nodded, clutching his stuffed elephant. “It’s nice. Thank you.”

“We can change anything you don’t like,” Mr. Smith added quickly. “We want you to feel at home here.”

Mike’s eyes welled up unexpectedly. “Can I… can I keep my elephant?”

Mrs. Smith rushed to his side. “Oh, sweetheart, of course you can! This is your home now, and everything in it is yours.”

At first, Mike was shy around them, but over time, he opened up. He started calling them “Mom” and “Dad,” though a part of him still clung to the memories of his real parents.

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A heartbroken boy looking outside the window | Source: Midjourney

One day, during a quiet moment with Mrs. Smith, Mike (now 8 years old), asked the question he had avoided for years.

“Did my parents really die?”

Her face softened as she pulled him into her lap. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

“I kept waiting,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Every single day at the shelter, I waited. I overheard you talking to Dad… about the car crash. Why didn’t anyone tell me the truth?”

“Oh, Mike…” Mrs. Smith held him tighter.

Mike buried his face in her shoulder, sobbing quietly. It was the first time he truly understood what had happened, and the weight of it crushed him.

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A boy crying | Source: Pexels

For the next two years, Mike found stability with the Smiths. But no matter how good they were to him, there was always a part of him that felt incomplete.

Mike was ten when he returned to the shelter for the first time since leaving. The Smiths had told him they wanted to donate some of his old clothes and toys, and he’d insisted on coming along.

Walking through the front doors brought back a flood of memories. The smell of the place, the sound of kids laughing in the yard — it was all so familiar.

“Mike?” a familiar voice called out. “Is that really you?”

Miss Brenda greeted him with a warm smile, pulling him into a tight hug. “You’ve grown so much, young man!” she said, brushing a tear from her cheek.

A boy in the corridor | Source: Midjourney

A boy in the corridor | Source: Midjourney

“Miss Brenda!” Mike hugged her back fiercely. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart. Are you happy? The Smiths are treating you well?”

Mike nodded enthusiastically. “They’re really nice. But…” he hesitated. “I still think about before. About my parents.”

Brenda’s eyes softened with understanding. “That’s okay, Mike. That’s perfectly normal.”

As they caught up, one of the staff members poked her head into the room. “Brenda, can you come here for a second?”

Brenda glanced at Mike. “Wait here, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

A woman looking at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney

Mike wandered the room, looking at the photos on the walls. Then, the door opened, and Brenda stepped back in.

“Mike, there’s someone here to see you,” she said gently.

He frowned. “Who?”

When the door opened wider, his heart stopped.

There she was. The same girl from the fence.

She looked different now — older, taller, and more vibrant. Her hair was clean, her clothes neat and well-fitted. But her eyes were the same, dark and intense, locked on him like they had been all those years ago.

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A young woman smiling at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Who are you?” Mike asked.

The girl stepped forward, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. “My name is Angela,” she said softly. “I… I’m your sister.”

Mike’s eyes widened. “What?” He stumbled backward slightly. “No, that’s… that’s not possible.”

Angela took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Your father… he was my father too. From his first marriage.”

“Stop,” Mike whispered, shaking his head. “You’re lying. Why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying, Mike,” Angela’s voice cracked. “I’ve been watching over you for years. You were always playing with that stuffed elephant. You used to wear a blue t-shirt almost every day. You taught the younger kids how to play soccer.”

Mike’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of her words. “But… I never knew I had a sister.”

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A shocked boy | Source: Midjourney

“You didn’t,” Angela said, her voice breaking. “Your father left me and my mom when I was ten. He never told you about us. We had nothing after he left… no money, no home. My mom died a few years ago. And after that, I was on my own.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “One day, I saw Dad with you and your mom. I followed you, and that’s how I found out you were my little brother. After the accident… after they died, I found out you were here. I watched you every day, Mike. I wanted to come for you, but I had nothing to give you. I wasn’t ready.”

“All those days at the fence…” Mike’s voice trembled. “That was you?”

Angela nodded, wiping away tears. “I couldn’t leave you alone. I couldn’t.”

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Mike’s chest felt tight as he listened, his hands clenching at his sides. “Why didn’t you talk to me? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared,” Angela admitted. “But I made a promise to myself that I’d work hard, get a job, and save enough to take care of you. I’ve been working as a waitress, saving every penny I could. And now… I’m here to take you home.”

Mike stared at her, his emotions swirling. “I thought I was alone. When I found out my parents were gone, I thought I didn’t have anyone.”

“You were never alone,” Angela choked out. “Every day, every single day, I was there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping I could be good enough for you.”

Mike took a step forward, then another. “You… you really want me?”

“More than anything in the world,” Angela sobbed. “You’re my little brother, Mike. You’re my family.”

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A boy overwhelmed with emotions | Source: Midjourney

Mike burst into tears and ran into her arms. Angela pulled him into a hug, both of them crying as years of grief and loneliness poured out of them.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his hair. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”

“You’re here now,” Mike mumbled against her shoulder. “You’re here now.”

Angela got custody of Mike a few months later. The process wasn’t easy, but she somehow convinced the Smiths and fought for Mike’s custody with everything she had.

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Grayscale shot of a woman walking with a boy on a rainy day | Source: Pexels

The first night in their small and cozy apartment, Mike looked around at the modest space adorned with a worn couch, a small kitchen, and a secondhand bed. He smiled.

“It’s perfect,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Angela asked nervously. “It’s not much. Nothing like what the Smiths could give you…”

Mike turned to her, his eyes serious. “But it’s ours, right?”

“Yes,” Angela’s voice cracked. “It’s ours.”

She sat beside him, brushing his hair back. “We don’t have much, but we have each other. That’s enough, right?”

Mike nodded, clutching his stuffed elephant — the last reminder of his old life. “It’s more than enough.”

A boy clutching an elephant plushie | Source: Midjourney

A boy clutching an elephant plushie | Source: Midjourney

“I promise you, Mike,” Angela whispered, pulling him close. “From now on, you’ll never have to wonder if someone’s coming back for you. I’m here. And I’m staying. Always.”

Mike snuggled into her side, finally feeling complete. “I know,” he said softly. “I can feel it.”

That night, for the first time in years, Mike didn’t sit by the window waiting for someone to come. He didn’t need to anymore. His family was already there. Beside him.

Night view of a cottage window from a breathtaking garden | Source: Midjourney

Night view of a cottage window from a breathtaking garden | Source: Midjourney

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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