Marcus thought he’d done everything right after deciding to divorce his wife, Izzy. But his new girlfriend’s presence at his daughter’s 15th birthday party ended up with cackling laughs, a terrible slap, and a revelation he never expected.
I thought I was on the correct path when someone new and exciting came into my life. It was impulsive and fast, but it felt like the right thing, and it ruined everything.
After 20 years of marriage to Isabel, or “Izzy” to everyone who knew her well, I’d thought there would be no excitement left in life. Nothing new. But then, out of the blue, I met Jenna at a friend’s board game night that my wife didn’t attend.
A woman at a board game party | Source: Midjourney
Before you get any ideas, I’m 49. My wife is 47, and Jenna is 46. This isn’t the typical story of a man who leaves his wife for a young girl.
Jenna felt like someone had lit a spark in me I didn’t even know I’d lost. We just clicked. I can’t explain it in a less cliché way. But I knew one thing for certain: I would never cheat on my wife.
So, I faced the difficult choice of picking between 20 years of loyalty and two kids versus the chance of a new romance. It would’ve been a no-brainer for most people.
A businessman thinking | Source: Midjourney
But it felt right, especially after I ran into Jenna at two different coffee shops, and even the supermarket, days after the party. It was fate, so impulse took over.
I told Izzy I wanted a divorce. Remembering that day is still painful and makes me want to go back in time, like that scene in “Interstellar.”
“MAKE HIM STAY, MURPH!”
A man in an astronaut suit | Source: Midjourney
Anyway, it was late in the evening when I got home from work, and the house felt emptier than usual. I knew our daughter, Maya, was at volleyball practice. Our son, Caleb, had his own college dorm, but he was sometimes around. Not that night, though.
I’d been thinking about Jenna all day and felt guilt as I spotted my wife. She was going through some work emails, and when I walked in, she looked up with her familiar warm smile. I wished Izzy wouldn’t have grinned at me.
Before I knew it, the words tumbled out: “I think… I think we need to talk about us. About…me wanting a divorce.”
A man looking nervous as he speaks | Source: Midjourney
The smile on her face and the light in her eyes faded into blankness. She was quiet for a long time after, and I was almost grateful for that silence.
But when she finally spoke, her voice was steady but strained. “You’re serious? After twenty years, just like that? Out of the blue?”
I tried to explain, saying things like “We’ve grown apart” and “It’s not you, it’s me.” More clichés that tasted bitter in my mouth. Yet, Izzy listened without interrupting.
A woman looking serious | Source: Midjourney
Eventually, she nodded, a sad smile barely curving her lips. “If this is what you want, Marcus, I won’t stand in your way. I hope you never come to regret this.”
***
That night haunted me for weeks, but Jenna and I moved forward. And surprisingly, the divorce went smoothly. Caleb and Maya seemed to handle the news as well as they could.
It was also good timing because my son was 19 and my daughter was almost 15. They could understand more easily.
After I explained, they nodded and acted politely, though my daughter barely looked at me. Caleb wrinkled his nose several times.
A young man looking angry | Source: Midjourney
I knew I should’ve talked to them before jumping the gun, but I didn’t want to overthink it or spoil my chance at this piece of happiness.
Meanwhile, Jenna was a breath of fresh air. She made me feel younger, and freer, like I could finally be myself again. Our dates were amazing, and she was completely focused on me. I was the sun in her galaxy. That makes a man stand taller and, honestly, more confident.
After that, things just fell into place. The divorce was amicable, though lengthy because of all our assets and the laws in our state.
As man holding some documents and smiling slightly | Source: Midjourney
My kids were also adjusting seemingly okay, though Maya had to alternate between houses. But this was our new normal, and I was genuinely happy.
Months passed, and the divorce was finalized without an issue. So, when Maya’s 15th birthday came up, I thought long and hard but concluded that it was time to introduce Jenna to everyone.
It wasn’t the easiest decision because the party was being held at my ex-mother-in-law’s house, but many of my relatives would also be there. In my mind, it was the right time.
An older woman at the front porch of a nice house | Source: Midjourney
Jenna and I walked through the door, and many did double takes. Still, my family was friendly and welcoming while I introduced my beautiful girlfriend proudly.
As we moved deeper into the house, toward the backyard, I caught sight of David, Izzy’s brother. He looked us up and down as his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. I froze for a second.
But Jenna leaned into me, squeezing my arm, and whispered, “Ignore him.” I smiled at her, nodded at my still-scowling ex-brother-in-law, and finally stepped out into the backyard, where most of the attendees were.
A backyard where people are gathered for a party | Source: Midjourney
I was looking for Maya and Caleb, specifically. But I wasn’t distracted enough to not notice the immediate change in the air.
The chatter had stopped, and only the music from unseen speakers kept going. Instead of my children, I saw my ex-wife first.
She was by the drinks table, talking to some people until she noticed the atmosphere shift, too, and turned toward us. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked completely stunned as her eyes darted between me and Jenna.
A woman stunned at something standing to the side | Source: Midjourney
I expected the tension. I even thought she would be angry, but I was sure I could explain any trouble away. Except, without warning, Izzy blurted, “You idiot!” and burst into laughter. The sound was loud and uncontrollable.
I froze again, as everyone turned to her in confusion. My kids, who I finally noticed, had been at a table eating burgers, but they stood and looked just as perplexed as everyone else.
I looked at my girlfriend and noticed her smile had frozen. She looked around and swallowed, nervously. But before I could ask her or Izzy what was going on, I saw Gloria, Izzy’s mother, stomping toward us.
An older woman angry | Source: Midjourney
Her face was red with anger. She stopped just inches from Jenna and, without warning, slapped her hard across the face.
My girlfriend staggered back, her hand flying up to her cheek, eyes wide with shock. I moved forward, trying to shield her, but Gloria wasn’t finished.
“How dare you show your face here!” she screamed her fury at Jenna. “After everything you did to my daughter? You think you can walk in here?!”
“Gloria, what the hell are you talking about?” I demanded, trying to push her away gently.
A man looking confused and upset | Source: Midjourney
Suddenly, my ex-brother-in-law stepped forward and put his arms on Gloria to hold her back while glaring at Jenna with open hatred.
“You really don’t know, do you?” he spat, looking at me like I was the biggest fool on earth. “This woman,” he pointed at Jenna, “was Izzy’s high school bully. She tormented her, and it was relentless!”
My stomach twisted as I looked at Jenna, who was staring at the ground, refusing to meet my eyes. “Is… is this true?” I whispered.
Jenna hesitated, then nodded tightly. “Yes, but that was years ago. I was young and stupid…”
A woman looking serious | Source: Midjourney
David cut her off. “It wasn’t just high school, Marcus! She tried to get Izzy kicked out of college. Spread lies and accused her of cheating on exams and plagiarizing papers all her freshman year.”
I stepped back, shaking my head. “No, that can’t be,” I said, turning to Jenna. “Tell them that wasn’t you!”
“It was her,” David spat. “She almost destroyed my sister’s future because she was too stupid to get into college!”
A middle-aged man in front of an older woman looking angry | Source: Midjourney
Those words set fire to Jenna. “I WASN’T STUPID!” she yelled at him but quickly turned to me. “Yes, I did those things, Marcus. It’s true. But people change. Doesn’t that count for something?”
My head was spinning. “Did you know she was my wife when we met and kept running into each other?” I asked.
Jenna looked down and nodded.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Gloria screamed, thrashing in David’s arms.
An upset older woman pointing | Source: Midjourney
“Please, Marcus. Leave with me, and I’ll explain everything,” Jenna said, trying to touch my arm, but I was done with her.
“No,” I said, and this time, my voice cracked.
A hard look came over her face. “You think you’re so perfect? You think you didn’t hurt anyone? You left your wife and kids just because you were bored. This isn’t all on me!”
A woman looking upset | Source: Midjourney
I don’t know if she said that out of spite, to hurt me, or to justify herself. But she turned and walked away with her head held high, though I could see the redness of her cheek from Gloria’s slap.
When she was out of sight, I noticed the entire backyard was silent. Everyone watched me, waiting for something.
There was pity in my relatives’ eyes, but contempt in Izzy’s side of the family. Caleb stood off to the side with his arms crossed and his face tight. Maya looked at me like I was a stranger.
A teenage girl, looking sad | Source: Midjourney
“Dad,” she whispered. “How could you?”
“Maya, I didn’t know any of this!” I cried out.
Caleb walked forward. “Honestly? You didn’t know?” he asked. My son had always been the suspicious type, always analyzing why people did or acted in certain ways.
“It doesn’t matter!” Maya continued angrily. “You broke our family for NOTHING!”
Those words hit me harder than anything else that day.
A man looking sad | Source: Midjourney
I’d spent months convincing myself I was doing the right thing. That it was meant to be because things were going so smoothly. Everyone seemed happy!
But my kids weren’t. At all. That’s what I realized at that moment. Yet, I still felt like the wronged party.
Throughout all this, Izzy had said nothing. She stood there and watched it play out like it was none of her business. I don’t know why I hated that so much. It was to her that I yelled, “IT WASN’T MY FAULT! I DIDN’T KNOW!” before walking out in shame.
A sad man looking at something to the side | Source: Midjourney
***
In the days that followed, I calmed down and tried reaching out to my kids. Caleb responded occasionally but was always short with his answers. Maya didn’t respond at all. I didn’t dare call Izzy.
At first, I was defensive and told myself that no part of this was my doing. I had no clue. I’d just fallen in love. My relatives who were at the party eventually understood that, but the fact that my children couldn’t made me resentful.
After all, I’d cut Jenna off for good. She kept texting me, but I eventually blocked her. But no one was giving me the chance to explain it. Weeks later, I ran into my cousin and vented some of my feelings to her. By the end of that meeting, she gave me the business card of a therapist.
A woman holding a business card | Source: Midjourney
I called only a few days later. One thing he said actually put things into perspective.
“Whether you knew or not is irrelevant. You chose the divorce. You hurt your family on an impulse, as you’ve told me,” the doctor began. “What your ex-in-laws revealed was a bombshell, for sure. But at the end of the day, what matters now? Do you want to lose your kids for good?”
No, I didn’t want that. And after that simple realization, everything else he said in just one session made sense. I saw all the selfishness and stupidity I’d displayed. So, I took action.
A man in an office | Source: Midjourney
First, I called David, and I got the full detailed story of how Jenna almost ruined Izzy’s future. They’d needed lawyers and cops to finally get her to stop and disappear from their lives. During our talk, he called me many names and insults and told me Jenna had played me.
I knew and was glad that, at least, my love for her was gone. She wasn’t going to play me ever again. I asked for David’s forgiveness and he gave it grudgingly.
Afterward, I called my ex-mother-in-law and begged her to see my perspective. She forgave me only after giving me a two-hour lecture. She also told me I would never find someone as great as her daughter. That was true.
An older woman looking angry while on the phone | Source: Midjourney
I would never have Izzy as my wife again, but she was the mother of my children and the person I called next. This was the most painful conversation. Aside from forgiveness, I had to beg her for help with the kids.
I couldn’t let my relationship with them be completely destroyed. Fortunately, Izzy was gracious enough to agree after telling me that I really had no way of knowing who Jenna was. I breathed a sigh at last.
It took several weeks, but eventually, she called me, saying Caleb and Maya were open to having a deep conversation with me. We had to start slow, though. It had to be on their terms.
A man looking thoughtful | Source: Midjourney
This is my ONE chance to make things TRULY right and get my children back. I’m seeing them tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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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Casei-me com uma mãe solteira com duas filhas – Uma semana depois, as meninas me convidaram para visitar o pai delas no porão
Quando Jeff se casa com Claire, uma mãe solteira com duas filhas doces, a vida parece quase perfeita — exceto pelos sussurros assustadores sobre o porão. Quando as meninas inocentemente pedem para ele “visitar o papai”, Jeff descobre um segredo de família inacreditável.
Mudar para a casa de Claire depois que nos casamos foi como pisar em uma memória cuidadosamente preservada. O piso de madeira rangia com o peso da história, e o cheiro de velas de baunilha pairava no ar.
Velas perfumadas sobre uma mesa | Fonte: Pexels
A luz do sol entrava pelas cortinas de renda, espalhando padrões pelas paredes, enquanto o zumbido da vida enchia cada canto. As meninas, Emma e Lily, zumbiam como beija-flores, suas risadas eram uma melodia constante, enquanto Claire trazia uma sensação de calma que eu não tinha percebido que estava procurando.
Era o tipo de casa que você queria chamar de lar. Só havia um problema: o porão.
A porta ficava no fim do corredor, pintada do mesmo branco casca de ovo das paredes. Não era abertamente ameaçadora — apenas uma porta. No entanto, algo nela chamou minha atenção.
Uma porta interna | Fonte: Pexels
Talvez fosse o jeito como as meninas sussurravam e olhavam para ele quando achavam que ninguém estava olhando. Ou o jeito como suas risadas diminuíam sempre que me pegavam observando-as.
Mas mesmo sendo óbvio para mim, Claire não pareceu notar… ou talvez ela fingisse que não notou.
“Jeff, você pode pegar os pratos?” A voz de Claire me chamou de volta à realidade. O jantar foi macarrão com queijo — o favorito de Emma e Lily.
Macarrão com queijo em uma assadeira | Fonte: Pexels
Emma, de oito anos, mas já mostrando sinais da determinação da mãe, me seguiu até a cozinha e me estudou com foco enervante. Seus olhos castanhos, tão parecidos com os de Claire, brilharam de curiosidade.
“Você já se perguntou o que tem no porão?” ela perguntou de repente.
Quase deixei os pratos caírem.
Um homem segurando pratos | Fonte: Midjourney
“O que é isso?”, perguntei, tentando parecer tranquilo.
“O porão”, ela sibilou. “Você não se pergunta o que tem lá embaixo?”
“A máquina de lavar? Algumas caixas e móveis velhos?” Eu ri, mas minha risada saiu fraca. “Ou talvez haja monstros lá embaixo? Ou tesouros?”
Emma apenas sorriu e voltou para a sala de jantar.
Uma garota entrando por uma porta | Fonte: Midjourney
Na sala de jantar, Lily, com apenas seis anos, mas travessa para sua idade, caiu na gargalhada.
No dia seguinte, eu estava dando o café da manhã para as meninas quando Lily deixou cair a colher. Seus olhos se arregalaram e ela pulou da cadeira para pegá-la.
“Papai odeia barulhos altos”, ela disse cantando.
Eu congelei.
Um homem atordoado | Fonte: Midjourney
Claire nunca tinha falado muito sobre o pai de Lily e Emma. Eles foram felizes casados em um ponto, mas agora ele tinha “ido embora”. Ela nunca tinha esclarecido se ele estava morto ou apenas vivendo sua vida em outro lugar e eu não a pressionei.
Comecei a pensar que talvez devesse ter insistido para que ela me contasse o que tinha acontecido com ele.
Poucos dias depois, Lily estava colorindo na mesa do café da manhã. A caixa de giz de cera e lápis era um arco-íris caótico espalhado pela mesa, mas seu foco era absoluto. Inclinei-me para ver no que ela estava trabalhando.
Uma criança desenhando em um livro | Fonte: Pexels
“Somos nós?”, perguntei, apontando para os bonecos de palito que ela havia desenhado.
Lily assentiu sem olhar para cima. “Essa sou eu e Emma. Essa é a mamãe. E essa é você.” Ela levantou um lápis de cera, considerando sua tonalidade, antes de escolher outro para a figura final.
“E quem é esse?”, perguntei, gesticulando para a última figura parada um pouco afastada.
“É o papai”, ela disse simplesmente, como se fosse a coisa mais óbvia do mundo.
Uma criança sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
Meu coração pulou. Antes que eu pudesse perguntar qualquer outra coisa, Lily desenhou um quadrado cinza ao redor da figura.
“E o que é isso?”, perguntei.
“É o nosso porão”, ela disse, com o tom mais prático do que nunca.
Então, com a confiança inabalável de uma criança de seis anos, ela pulou da cadeira e foi embora, deixando-me olhando para o desenho.
Um homem problemático | Fonte: Midjourney
No final da semana, a curiosidade tinha se tornado uma coisa roedora. Naquela noite, enquanto Claire e eu estávamos sentados no sofá com taças de vinho, decidi tocar no assunto.
“Claire,” comecei cuidadosamente. “Posso te perguntar uma coisa sobre… o porão?”
Ela parou, sua taça de vinho suspensa no ar. “O porão?”
“É só que… as meninas continuam mencionando isso. E Lily desenhou essa imagem com — bem, não importa. Acho que estou apenas curiosa.”
Um homem sentado em um sofá | Fonte: Midjourney
Seus lábios se apertaram em uma linha fina. “Jeff, não há nada com que se preocupar. É só um porão. Velho, úmido e provavelmente cheio de aranhas. Confie em mim, você não vai querer ir lá.”
Sua voz era firme, mas seus olhos a traíam. Ela não estava apenas descartando o tópico; ela estava enterrando-o.
“E o pai deles?”, pressionei gentilmente. “Às vezes falam dele como se ele ainda estivesse… morando aqui.”
Um homem sério | Fonte: Midjourney
Claire exalou, colocando seu copo na mesa. “Ele faleceu há dois anos. Foi repentino, uma doença. As meninas ficaram devastadas. Tentei protegê-las o máximo que pude, mas as crianças processam o luto do seu jeito.”
Havia uma rachadura em sua voz, uma hesitação que pairava pesadamente no ar. Não insisti mais, mas o desconforto se agarrou a mim como uma sombra.
Tudo culminou na semana seguinte.
Um casal em pé em sua casa | Fonte: Midjourney
Claire estava no trabalho, e as duas meninas estavam em casa, doentes com fungadas e febres leves. Eu estava fazendo malabarismos com sucos de caixinha, biscoitos e episódios do desenho animado favorito delas quando Emma entrou na sala, seu rosto estranhamente sério.
“Você quer visitar o papai?”, ela perguntou, com a voz firme de um jeito que fez meu peito apertar.
Eu congelei. “O que você quer dizer?”
Close up dos olhos de um homem | Fonte: Midjourney
Lily apareceu atrás dela, segurando um coelho de pelúcia.
“A mamãe o mantém no porão”, ela disse, tão casualmente como se estivesse falando sobre o clima.
Meu estômago caiu. “Meninas, isso não tem graça.”
“Não é brincadeira”, Emma disse firmemente. “Papai fica no porão. Podemos mostrar a você.”
Uma garota séria | Fonte: Midjourney
Contra todo instinto racional, eu os segui.
O ar ficou mais frio conforme descíamos os degraus de madeira rangentes, a lâmpada fraca lançando sombras assustadoras e bruxuleantes. O cheiro de mofo enchia meu nariz, e as paredes pareciam opressivamente próximas.
Parei no último degrau e olhei para a escuridão, procurando por qualquer coisa que pudesse explicar por que as meninas acreditavam que o pai delas estava morando ali.
Um porão mal iluminado | Fonte: Pexels
“Aqui”, disse Emma, pegando minha mão e me levando em direção a uma pequena mesa no canto.
A mesa estava decorada com desenhos coloridos, brinquedos e algumas flores murchas. No centro dela, havia uma urna, simples e modesta. Meu coração pulou uma batida.
“Veja, aqui está o papai.” Emma sorriu para mim enquanto apontava para a urna.
Uma garota com uma urna | Fonte: Midjourney
“Oi, papai!” Lily gorjeou, dando tapinhas na urna como se fosse um bichinho de estimação. Então ela se virou para olhar para mim. “Nós o visitamos aqui embaixo para que ele não se sinta solitário.”
Emma colocou uma mão no meu braço, sua voz suave. “Você acha que ele sente nossa falta?”
Minha garganta fechou, o peso da inocência deles me fez cair de joelhos. Puxei os dois para um abraço.
“Seu pai… ele não pode sentir sua falta porque ele está sempre com vocês”, eu sussurrei. “Em seus corações. Em suas memórias. Vocês fizeram um lugar lindo para ele aqui.”
Um homem abraçando duas meninas | Fonte: Midjourney
Quando Claire chegou em casa naquela noite, contei tudo a ela. Seu rosto se enrugou enquanto ela ouvia, lágrimas escorrendo.
“Eu não sabia”, ela admitiu, com a voz trêmula. “Achei que colocá-lo lá embaixo nos daria espaço para seguir em frente. Não percebi que elas… oh meu Deus. Minhas pobres meninas.”
“Você não fez nada de errado. Eles só… eles ainda precisam se sentir próximos dele”, eu disse gentilmente. “Do jeito deles.”
Um casal tendo uma conversa emocionante | Fonte: Midjourney
Ficamos sentados em silêncio, o peso do passado nos pressionando. Finalmente, Claire se endireitou, enxugando os olhos.
“Nós o moveremos”, ela disse. “Para algum lugar melhor. Assim, Emma e Lily podem lamentar sua morte sem ter que descer até aquele porão mofado.”
No dia seguinte, montamos uma nova mesa na sala de estar. A urna tomou seu lugar entre as fotos de família, cercada pelos desenhos das meninas.
Uma urna sobre uma mesa | Fonte: Midjourney
Naquela noite, Claire reuniu Emma e Lily para explicar.
“Seu pai não está naquela urna”, ela disse suavemente. “Na verdade, não. Ele está nas histórias que contamos e no amor que compartilhamos. É assim que o mantemos por perto.”
Emma assentiu solenemente, enquanto Lily segurava seu coelhinho de pelúcia.
“Ainda podemos dizer oi para ele?” ela perguntou.
Uma menina segurando um coelho de pelúcia | Fonte: Midjourney
“Claro”, disse Claire, sua voz embargada um pouco. “E você ainda pode desenhar figuras para ele. É por isso que trouxemos sua urna aqui e fizemos um lugar especial para ela.”
Lily sorriu. “Obrigada, mamãe. Acho que o papai ficará mais feliz aqui em cima conosco.”
Começamos uma nova tradição naquele domingo. Quando o sol se pôs, acendemos uma vela perto da urna e nos sentamos juntas. As meninas compartilharam seus desenhos e memórias e Claire contou histórias sobre seu pai — sua risada, seu amor pela música, a maneira como ele costumava dançar com elas na cozinha.
Uma mulher conversando com suas filhas | Fonte: Midjourney
Enquanto eu os observava, senti uma profunda sensação de gratidão. Eu não estava lá para substituí-lo, percebi. Meu papel era somar ao amor que já mantinha essa família unida.
E fiquei honrado em fazer parte disso.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
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