After Mom’s Death, Son Kicks Stepdad Out of the House & Posh Car Stops in Front of the Old Man — Story of the Day

A man is abandoned by the stepson he raised as his own after his wife died, and is unexpectedly rescued by a kind young man.

Do you believe in karma? Bob didn’t. He lived his life and made his decisions with no thought for anyone except himself. What he wanted was what was right, no matter the cost to everyone else.

Bob never imagined that his attitude would reverberate down the years until he found himself standing by the side of a lonely road watching his only family drive away, leaving him alone, abandoned.

Bob was stunned when his stepson turned him out like a stray dog | Source: Shutterstock.com

Bob was stunned when his stepson turned him out like a stray dog | Source: Shutterstock.com

The man driving away from Bob was Sam, his stepson, the boy he’d raised as his own and loved with all his heart from the time he was five years old. Back then, Bob had been on the verge of marriage when he’d met Sam’s mother, Adele.

Adele had been beautiful, charming, exciting, and Bob had walked out on his fiancée without an explanation. He left his old life behind like a dirty shirt and married the wealthy Adele.

For thirty years Bob and Adele had been happy. They traveled around the world living a life of luxury in the inheritance she had received on the death of her wealthy old husband — Sam’s father.

Bob thought they had been a happy family until Adele had become very ill. Unfortunately, not all the money in the world could save her from the terrible cancer that burned through her frail body.

Selfish Bob had walked away from his fiancée to marry a rich woman with a child | Source: Pexels

Selfish Bob had walked away from his fiancée to marry a rich woman with a child | Source: Pexels

When they lowered Adele’s coffin into the ground, Bob had stood by the graveside, shaking. “My love,” he whispered, “I will never forget you, never! And I promise you I will look after Sam.”

But unfortunately for Bob, Sam had made no such promises. A few days after Adele’s death, her lawyer called Bob and Sam and explained that she hadn’t left a will, and the estate would be in Sam’s hands provisionally.

Be careful of the examples you give the young because they will surely follow them.

“Until we can ascertain Bob’s rights, Sam,” the lawyer explained. “Since the bulk of the estate was left by your father…”

Sam had smiled. “Of course…That seems very fair to me, and Bob, you can be sure I’ll be fair.” Bob smiled and thanked Sam for his kindness, never imagining the true intention behind his words.

Bob raised Adele's son as if he were his own | Source: Unsplash

Bob raised Adele’s son as if he were his own | Source: Unsplash

That weekend, Sam invited Bob to go for a drive out in the country to get some fresh air. “Bob,” he said. “We need to get rid of the cobwebs before we can start a new life!”

The two had driven off in Sam’s convertible and Bob had noticed that his stepson was uncharacteristically quiet, even though he smiled a lot, and looked amused.

When they were outside the city limits, Sam stopped the car. “Get out,” he said. “Get out now.”

“Sam?” asked Bob, bewildered. “What’s going on?”

When Adele passed away, Bob was devastated | Source: Pexels

When Adele passed away, Bob was devastated | Source: Pexels

“As I told you, I’m getting rid of the cobwebs, starting a new life,” Sam said with a nasty little smile. “And you’re dead weight, old man.”

“But…I promised your mother I’d look out for you…” Bob gasped.

“But I never made her any promises,” his stepson said. “I don’t owe YOU anything. You lived off her for thirty years, that’s long enough, don’t you think?”

“I love you!” whispered Bob with tears in his eyes. “You were like a son to me, I thought you cared for me!”

“Care?” asked Sam. “What I care about is all that money and I’m not about to share it with you. It’s MY money, old man, so get lost!”

His stepson Sam seemed very supportive, but after the funeral, Bob was in for a surprise | Source: Unsplash

His stepson Sam seemed very supportive, but after the funeral, Bob was in for a surprise | Source: Unsplash

Sam made a threatening gesture and Bob stumbled out of the car trembling. He stood and watched as Sam’s car vanished in a dwindling cloud of dust.

He looked around. The emptiness stretched out in all directions from horizon to horizon, and he had nothing except his walking stick. He started wobbling after Sam’s car, thinking that sooner or later he’d come across a house, or be overtaken by another vehicle.

Surely someone would be kind enough to stop for an old man? But car after car sped by, and no one stopped. After a while, Bob stopped trying to flag them down. He just stopped where he was.

The sun was going down and it was getting very cold when a large expensive-looking car stopped next to him. “Sir,” asked a kindly voice. “Are you alright?”

The lawyer told Sam and Bob that Adele had died without a will | Source: Unsplash

The lawyer told Sam and Bob that Adele had died without a will | Source: Unsplash

Bob felt tears fill his eyes at the sound of the concern in that stranger’s voice. “No,” he said shakily. “I’ve been abandoned here. Please, if you could take me to the nearest town, a police station? If it’s not too much trouble!”

“Abandoned?” the man sounded shocked. “That’s shocking! Please get in.”

The driver was a young man in his early thirties with a friendly smile and kindly blue eyes. He reminded Bob of someone, but he couldn’t remember who it was. Bob told the man, whose name was Jake Kale his whole story.

Jake was indignant, and when he saw that Bob was shaking from the cold, he decided to take him home. “I’ll take you to the police tomorrow morning, Bob,” he said. “Tonight you get warm and have a good meal and a restful sleep.”

Sam invited Bob to go for a drive | Source: Unsplash

Sam invited Bob to go for a drive | Source: Unsplash

Jake led Bob into a lovely cozy home and introduced him to his wife Angela and his daughter Faye. “My mother is joining us for dinner, Bob,” Jake said. As he was speaking, a cheerful voice called out a greeting and a sweet-faced woman in her sixties walked in.

She had Jake’s eyes, Bob noticed, and once again he had the eery feeling that he knew her from somewhere, but where? Bob was stunned when the woman turned and saw him standing there. She cried out, and Jake had to grab her before she fell.

“Mom!” Jake cried, “Are you OK?”

“That man…” gasped Peggy Kale. “Bob…It’s you!”

"It's MY money, old man, so get lost!" | Source: Unsplash

“It’s MY money, old man, so get lost!” | Source: Unsplash

“I’m Bob,” said Bob bewildered, “But how did you know?” Then he saw the years fall away from that sweet face. “Peggy! After all these years!”

“How did you get here? How did you find us?” Peggy asked.

Bob shook his head. “It was Jake who found me, rescued me. I was abandoned on the road. He picked me up. He’s your son?”

“Yes,” Peggy said quietly. “My son…and yours.”

A kind man driving by stopped and took Bob home | Source: Unsplash

A kind man driving by stopped and took Bob home | Source: Unsplash

“Mine?” whispered Bob. “You were pregnant? You didn’t tell me!”

“You walked away a week before our wedding,” Peggy said. “I didn’t know then — and later it didn’t seem to matter. You didn’t want me, and I wasn’t going to use my baby to pressure you.”

Bob lowered his head and cried bitter tears. “I raised Adele’s son!” he whispered. “You knew that?”

And as Peggy nodded, Bob continued bitterly: “It was Adele’s boy — whom I thought was my boy, who abandoned me by the side of the road like a stray dog.”

Jake's mother was the fiancée Bob had abandoned  | Source: Pexels

Jake’s mother was the fiancée Bob had abandoned | Source: Pexels

Peggy smiled. “And it was my son who saved you…Think about that, Bob!”

Bob did. He spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about the choices he’d made, the examples he’d given Sam. He’d raised a selfish, grasping, dishonest man, and Peggy had raised a good, generous one.

The next day, Jake took Bob to a police station and lodged a complaint against Sam. Jake got Bob a good lawyer and the courts awarded Bob half of Adele’s substantial estate.

Shortly after the court’s decision, Bob signed over every cent to his son Jake, and to his granddaughter. He begged Peggy’s forgiveness and he is now working hard at making it up to his son and his ex-fiancée.

Bob found the family he didn't know he had | Source: Unsplash

Bob found the family he didn’t know he had | Source: Unsplash

What can we learn from this story?

  • Be careful of the examples you give the young because they will surely follow them. Bob was a selfish man, and that was the example he gave his stepson.
  • Fate will bring you face to face with your greatest mistakes so you can make amends. The man who rescued Bob was his biological son whom he had apparently abandoned before he was born.

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I Went to Care for My Sick Boyfriend, but What I Found Changed Everything and Brought Someone Unexpected into My Life — Story of the Day

I went to check on my boyfriend, worried he was too sick to even text me back. But what I found shattered my trust and sent my world spinning. Days later, the last person I ever expected showed up at my door, and together, we started something that changed my life forever.

One crisp autumn day, I sat alone in my small, cozy apartment, the sunlight streaming weakly through the windows.

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The orange and red leaves outside seemed to mock my restlessness as I stared at my phone, waiting for my boyfriend, Jace, to finally show up.

He hadn’t visited in days, claiming he was just tired, but something about his excuses didn’t sit right with me.

I fiddled with the hem of my sweater, tapping my foot anxiously against the hardwood floor. Finally, I gave up and dialed his number. The phone rang a few times before he answered.

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“Hello?” Jace answered, his voice low and groggy, like he’d just woken up.

“Are you sleeping?” I asked, trying to hide the edge in my voice.

“Yeah,” he said, pausing for a second. “Sorry I didn’t text you. I just fell asleep. I’m not feeling great—might have a fever or something.”

“Oh…” I said softly, not sure what else to say.

He coughed hard into the phone, making me wince. “Look, I’ll text you later,” he muttered, his words rushed.

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“Feel bet—” I started, but the line went dead before I could finish.

Frustration bubbled up as I tapped my fingers on the table, my thoughts racing. If Jace was really sick, I couldn’t just sit there doing nothing. I’d take care of him, whether he liked it or not. That’s what girlfriends do, right?

Grabbing my coat, I headed out into the crisp autumn air, determined. The walk to the store was brisk, the kind that makes your cheeks tingle.

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Inside, I picked up fresh fruit, tea, and a box of throat lozenges, imagining how grateful Jace would be when I showed up.

Back at his building, I pressed the elevator button, adjusting the heavy bag on my arm. Usually, I took the stairs, but not today.

The elevator hummed softly as it descended, and I distracted myself by humming along to a tune stuck in my head.

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When the doors slid open, my heart stopped. There he was—Jace—with his arms around a woman I didn’t recognize.

Her face pressed against his chest, and they were so close it made my stomach churn. This wasn’t just a hug. It was something more.

“Looks like you’re feeling better,” I said, my voice louder than I intended, cutting through the quiet hallway.

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Jace’s head whipped toward me, his face draining of color. “Kate…” he stammered, his arms falling away from the woman. He stepped toward me, his hand reaching out like that would somehow fix things. “I can explain.”

His mouth opened, but I held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t. Just don’t. If you take one more step or say one more word, I swear I’ll make you regret it.” I hurled the bag of groceries at him, the fruit spilling across the floor.

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Without waiting for his reaction, I turned and walked away, my heart pounding with anger and disgust.

He didn’t call after me, didn’t try to stop me, and for that, I was glad. He wasn’t worth it. Not anymore.

A few days had dragged by since I’d caught Jace in the elevator with another woman. He hadn’t bothered to call, text, or even send a pathetic apology.

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Not even a simple “I’m sorry, I’m a jerk, and I don’t deserve you.” Was that too much to ask?

It gnawed at me, this unfinished business. I couldn’t move on, couldn’t let go, because it felt like he was still lurking in my life, like a shadow I couldn’t shake.

I decided I needed closure, even if it meant facing him. So, I texted him, my fingers trembling with anger. After a few minutes, he replied.

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@Jace:

Let’s meet tonight at 6 p.m., at our café.

Our café. The place where we had our first date. The nerve. Still, I agreed.

At 6 p.m., I sat in the corner booth, the one we always chose. The warm smell of coffee and pastries surrounded me, but it brought no comfort.

Every time the door opened, I glanced up, expecting to see him. But Jace didn’t show.

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By 7 p.m., I was tapping my foot under the table, staring at the cold tea I hadn’t touched. By 8 p.m., I was furious. Finally, my phone buzzed.

@Jace:

I can’t come. I can’t stand seeing you so sad like this.

I stared at the screen, stunned by his cowardice. What did that even mean? He couldn’t stand seeing me?

He was the one who had cheated, yet he was acting like the victim. My anger boiled over.

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When I finally got home, the fury still burned in my chest. I stomped up the stairs, muttering under my breath.

Then, as I turned the corner, I froze. Standing outside my apartment was her. The woman from the elevator. She looked nervous, like she’d been waiting for me.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the hallway. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to show up.

“I want to talk to you,” she said, her tone calm but uneasy. “I feel like I owe you… more than just a conversation.”

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I folded my arms tightly, glaring at her. “You’re a few hours late,” I snapped. “I don’t want anything to do with that jerk. You can have him.” Turning away, I fumbled with my keys, determined to shut this conversation down.

“That’s the thing—I don’t want him either,” she said, her voice firmer this time. It stopped me cold. “I finally realized what he’s really like, and I wanted to talk to someone who understands.”

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I hesitated, my hand still on the doorknob. This was absurd, completely insane. But a part of me was curious.

With a deep sigh, I turned back to her. “Fine. Come in,” I said, pushing the door open and stepping aside.

As she entered, I asked, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Ashley,” she said softly, her eyes darting to the floor.

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“Kate,” I said, introducing myself reluctantly.

“I know,” she admitted, guilt written all over her face.

I walked to the kitchen, motioning for her to follow. “Come on,” I said. “I’d offer you tea, but I think this calls for something stronger.” I grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter and set it down.

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Ashley sat at the table, folding her hands nervously. “You didn’t know about me,” she began. “But I knew you existed. Jace told me he had a girlfriend, but he said you were awful to him. He claimed you ignored him, flirted with other men, made him feel worthless.”

“What the—?! That’s exactly what he did to me!” I burst out, anger flaring.

Ashley nodded slowly. “I see that now, after what happened when you caught us. But back then, I believed him. I thought he was going to leave you and be with me.”

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“Looks like the jerk fooled both of us,” I said bitterly, pouring the wine.

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t want him to get away with it,” she said, her voice steady.

“What are you suggesting?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Ashley smiled, a sly, mischievous grin. “Revenge,” she said simply. “You know how much of a homophobe Jace is?”

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Her words made me pause, curiosity sparking despite my anger. And that was how it all began.

Ashley and I wasted no time setting our plan into motion. We created several profiles for Jace on popular dating sites, carefully crafting his “interests” and uploading photos we had saved from his social media.

We sent flirty messages to men who seemed eager to connect, pretending to be Jace himself.

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“I’m looking for someone special,” we wrote, ending with a winking emoji. We even set up meetups at his apartment, choosing times when we knew he’d be home.

The thought of him opening his door to confused strangers made us laugh until our sides hurt.

On another site, we posted his phone number with the tagline: “Night owl? Call me between 2 and 4 a.m. for some fun.”

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Though we couldn’t track the exact number of calls, the texts we received from Jace told us everything we needed to know. “Who are these people?” “Why won’t my phone stop ringing?” His desperation fueled us to keep going.

The billboard idea was the final touch. We found ad space in the busiest parts of town and designed a bright, eye-catching poster featuring Jace’s smiling face with the caption: “Looking for a man to support and cherish.”

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Seeing the first billboard go up was priceless. We high-fived in the car, imagining his face when he spotted it.

Our phones buzzed nonstop with texts and calls from Jace. “You have to stop this,” he wrote. “Please, I’m begging you!”

Eventually, we responded.

@Me:

We can stop, but there’s one condition.

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@Jace:

I’ll do anything. Just stop.

I sent him the amount—enough for a two-week vacation to Spain. When the transfer hit my account, I sent him one last text.

@Me:

Oops, we forgot the passwords to the accounts, and the billboards are prepaid for two months 🙂

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After sending that final text to Jace, Ashley and I blocked his number. There was nothing more to say. The moment felt oddly triumphant, like closing the chapter of a bad book I’d been stuck reading for far too long.

We immediately turned our focus to planning the trip. A few days later, Ashley and I landed in Spain.

The sun was bright, the air warm, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore was the perfect soundtrack to our newfound freedom.

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We found a spot on the beach, stretched out on lounge chairs, and ordered cold sangria.

Ashley turned to me with a grin. “Best team effort ever,” she said, raising her glass of sangria. I smiled, knowing she was right.

I’d lost a terrible boyfriend but gained one hell of a friend. Revenge never tasted so sweet.

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