Jimmy was stunned when the homeless man he’d bought coffee for earlier boarded the plane and sat beside him in first class. Who was he and why was he asking for money in the first place?
I’d never thought much about destiny until I met Kathy.
Three months ago, she walked into my life, and within weeks, she became my world. People called me crazy for proposing after just a month, but I couldn’t ignore the way everything fell into place with her.
A woman sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney
We shared the same outlook on life, the same love for skiing, and even a mutual obsession with science fiction novels. It felt like the universe was nudging me, whispering, she’s the one.
Now, here I was, flying out to meet her parents for the first time.
Kathy warned me about her dad, David. She called him a stern man who didn’t give his approval easily. But she also insisted he had a good heart and loved her more than anything.
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To be honest, I was scared. I knew I just had one shot to prove I was worthy of his daughter, and I didn’t want to mess it up.
I’d arrived at the airport too early, nerves pushing me to leave home long before I needed to. To kill time, I ducked into a cozy little coffee shop across the street.
The hum of conversations and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee were a welcome distraction from the thoughts swirling in my head.
That’s when I noticed him.
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The man shuffled in, wearing tattered clothes. His face had wrinkles that showed he had worked hard all his life. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his eyes, though tired, darted around the room like he was searching for something.
I watched as he approached a few tables, speaking softly to the people seated there.
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Most people shook their heads, avoided eye contact, or offered an awkward apology. Then, he stopped in front of my table.
“Excuse me,” he said politely. “Could you spare some change? Just enough for a coffee.”
I hesitated. My first instinct was to decline. Not because I didn’t care, but because I wasn’t sure how much to trust him. You know, some people are genuine while others are just looking for handouts.
But something about him felt different. He wasn’t pushy, and he looked embarrassed to be asking.
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“What kind of coffee do you want?” I asked.
“Jamaican Blue Mountain,” he said, almost sheepishly. “I’ve heard it’s really good.”
I almost laughed. It was the priciest option on the menu. For a moment, I thought he might be joking. But the way he looked at me made me stop.
“Why that one?” I asked.
“It’s my birthday,” he smiled. “Always wanted to try it. Figured… why not today?”
A part of me wanted to roll my eyes.
Sure, it’s your birthday, I thought.
But another part of me decided to believe him.
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“Alright,” I said, standing up. “Let’s get you that coffee.”
His face lit up with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” he said.
I didn’t just buy him the coffee, though. I added a slice of cake to the order because, honestly, what’s a birthday without cake? When I handed him the tray, I gestured to the empty chair at my table.
“Sit,” I said. “Tell me your story.”
For a second, he hesitated, like he wasn’t sure if I meant it.
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But then he sat down, cradling the coffee cup like it was something sacred. And he started to talk.
His name was David, and he’d lost everything years ago, including his family, his job, and even his home. Betrayal and bad luck had played their parts, but he didn’t make excuses.
He spoke plainly, with a kind of raw honesty that made it impossible not to listen.
As I sat there, I realized this wasn’t just a man looking for a handout. This was someone who’d been broken by life but hadn’t given up.
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By the time he finished his story, I felt a lump in my throat I couldn’t quite swallow. I slipped him $100 before leaving, but he tried to refuse it.
“Consider this a gift from my side, man,” I told him. “And happy birthday!”
I walked out of that café thinking I’d done a small, good thing for a stranger. I’d never imagined I’d see him again. Or that he’d turn my entire world upside down just a few hours later.
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The airport was buzzing with its usual chaos as I sat in the first-class waiting area, sipping another cup of coffee.
My nerves about meeting Kathy’s parents had calmed somewhat, but the thought of her father loomed large in my mind. What if he didn’t like me? What if he thought I wasn’t good enough for her?
I picked up my phone to text Kathy, who had already reached her parents’ place.
I’m super nervous, I wrote. How’s it going there?
Everything’s great, she texted back. I’m sure Dad’s going to love you.
When the boarding call came, I joined the line and found my seat near the window.
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First class felt like a luxury I didn’t deserve, but Kathy insisted I spoil myself for once. As I buckled in and glanced around, I couldn’t help but think about the man from the café. His story had stuck with me.
I hoped the $100 I’d given him would make his birthday a little brighter.
Just as I was settling in, a figure stepped into the aisle. My heart nearly stopped as I looked at his face.
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It was him. The same man from the café.
But he wasn’t wearing the tattered clothes from earlier.
No, this man was in a sharp, tailored suit, his hair neatly combed, and a gleaming watch on his wrist.
He caught my eye and smirked.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked casually, sliding into the seat next to me.
I stared, my brain refusing to process the scene in front of me. “What… what’s going on here?”
He leaned back, a sly grin on his face. “Let’s call it… a test.”
An older man in an airplane | Source: Midjourney
“A test?” I repeated. “What are you talking about?”
The man chuckled softly as he pulled out a sleek notebook from his bag.
“Let me introduce myself properly. I’m David.” He paused, watching my reaction. “Kathy’s father.”
“Wait… you’re her dad?” I blurted out. “The one I’m flying out to meet?”
“The very same,” he said, still grinning. “You see, I’ve always believed in a hands-on approach. I wanted to see who my daughter’s fiancé really is outside the polished dinner introductions and carefully rehearsed answers.”
A close-up shot of an older man’s face | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t believe it. Why didn’t Kathy tell me about this? Was she a part of this plan?
“So, this was all an act?” I asked.
“A necessary one,” he replied calmly. “It’s easy to show kindness when everyone’s watching. But I wanted to know how you’d treat a stranger, especially one who seemed to have nothing to offer you. Turns out, you passed the first part.”
“The first part?” I echoed. “How many parts are there?”
He opened the notebook and handed me a pen. “Just one more. Write a letter to Kathy.”
“A letter?”
A young man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
“Yes,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “Tell her why you love her, why you want to marry her, and how you’ll take care of her. Don’t overthink it. Be honest.”
I stared at the blank page as beads of sweat formed on my temples. This wasn’t what I’d signed up for. But as much as I wanted to protest, I knew I couldn’t.
So, I started writing.
At first, the words came slowly, stumbling over thoughts and emotions. But soon, the pen seemed to move on its own.
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I wrote about how Kathy made me feel complete, how her laughter could brighten my darkest days, and how I wanted to build a life with her filled with trust and joy.
By the time I finished, my hand ached, but my heart felt lighter.
However, I still wasn’t sure if I’d pass the test. What if this was a trick question? What if David’s test wasn’t as simple as it looked?
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After I handed him the notebook, he looked at it for a moment. Then, he looked up with a smile.
“You passed,” he said. “Welcome to the family.”
I felt so relieved after hearing those words.
This man, who had just tested me in the most unexpected way, extended his hand. I shook it firmly, knowing I had crossed the final hurdle.
“Now, let’s see how well you do at home,” he said.
An older man in a black suit | Source: Midjourney
When we finally landed and deboarded, I was both physically and mentally exhausted. As we walked through the terminal, I tried to steady my breathing, hoping I’d done enough to impress him, but my nerves were still fraying at the edges.
The drive to Kathy’s parents’ house was quiet. She and her mother were waiting for us there.
Meanwhile, my mind was racing with thoughts of what the evening would bring. I wasn’t just meeting her parents anymore. I had passed the “test.” But what did that even mean? Would David’s approval be enough? What would happen at their home?
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When we arrived, Kathy’s mother, Susan, greeted us warmly. Kathy’s brothers and sister were there too.
David, however, kept his usual serious demeanor, eyeing me across the table. I couldn’t tell if he was still evaluating me or simply reserving judgment.
Dinner was an uncomfortable affair, with everyone making polite conversation while David sat back, watching everything closely.
Every time I spoke, he would nod or grunt, never offering much in return. Kathy’s siblings were easygoing, but David’s silence was almost deafening.
I couldn’t help but wonder, Did I really pass?
A man sitting for dinner in his house | Source: Midjourney
As the meal drew to a close, David set down his wine glass and cleared his throat.
“You’ve done well, Jimmy,” he said. “You’ve shown me who you really are. And that means something.”
Kathy squeezed my hand under the table.
“I’ve always known you were the right one for me,” she whispered.
“I’ve seen enough to know he’ll take care of you,” he said while smiling at his daughter. “You’ve got my blessing.”
A man smiling at his daughter | Source: Midjourney
I was super happy at that point, but there was something unspoken in the way David looked at me.
After dinner, as Kathy and I helped her parents clean up, I thought everything had fallen into place.
That’s when I stumbled upon a folded piece of paper on the counter.
As I unfolded it, I realized it was a receipt for a cup of coffee from the café I had visited earlier that morning. The one where I met David.
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The receipt wasn’t for the coffee I bought for David, though. There was an additional charge at the bottom.
“Extra donation — $100.”
I picked it up and turned to Kathy.
“What’s this?” I asked her.
“Oh, that’s my dad’s way of tying up loose ends.”
I frowned, confused. “Loose ends?”
She leaned against the counter, her eyes twinkling. “You gave him $100 at the café, remember? He didn’t keep it. He handed it to the café staff and told them to count it as an extra donation after you left.”
“And… how do you know that? Did you know about his plan all along? Were you a part of it?”
A man talking to his fiancée | Source: Midjourney
She gave me a sly smile.
“Well, I was,” she said. “You didn’t think it was just about the coffee, did you? And how do you think Dad knew about your flight? Of course, it was me, Jimmy.”
At that point, I realized I wasn’t marrying into a regular family. These people were very special, and they wanted me to realize the importance of generosity. And what it meant to be a part of this family
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.
I Wasn’t Able to Contact My Wife for Weeks — Then My Father-in-Law Called and Said, ‘I Think You Need to Know the Truth’
For nearly two decades, I thought my marriage was unshakable — until one morning, my wife vanished, leaving only a cryptic note. Weeks later, a single phone call revealed a betrayal so deep it changed everything.
I never thought of myself as the kind of man who’d end up abandoned. Not me. Not Adam, a 43-year-old husband, father of three, and steady provider. My life wasn’t perfect, but it was predictable and solid.
For nineteen years, my wife, Sandy, and I built something real together: a home, a family, a life that felt like it could withstand anything.
And then, one morning, she was just… gone.
A thoughtful woman standing on the front porch of her house | Source: Midjourney
It started like any other day. I woke up groggy, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I reached for Sandy’s side of the bed. Empty. That wasn’t too unusual; she was an early riser, always up before me, usually making breakfast or lost in one of her endless projects.
But when I stumbled into the kitchen, there was no fresh coffee, no sizzling bacon, no scribbled note about running errands. Just silence.
That’s when I saw it.
A single piece of paper, folded neatly on the counter.
A closeup shot of a woman writing in a notebook | Source: Pexels
I frowned, picked it up, and my stomach clenched the moment I read the words.
“Don’t call me. Don’t go to the police. Just accept it.”
I read it twice. Then again. The words blurred together. My hands felt numb.
What the hell was this? A prank? Some kind of cruel joke?
“Sandy?” I called out, my voice too loud in the still house. No answer.
I checked the bedroom again; her closet was half-empty with drawers yanked open as if she’d packed in a hurry.
That’s when panic sank its claws into me.
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I grabbed my phone and called her. Straight to voicemail. Called again. Same thing.
I texted her: “Sandy, what is this? Where are you? Please, call me.”
Nothing.
Within the hour, I was calling everyone — her friends, her coworkers. No one had seen or heard from her. Then I called her parents.
Bernard, my father-in-law, answered. His voice was careful, too careful.
“Adam, son, maybe she just needed space,” he said, like he was trying to convince himself more than me.
A senior man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“Space?” I repeated. “Bernard, she left a note saying not to call her. That I should just ‘accept it.’ That’s not ‘needing space’—that’s running away.”
A long pause. Then a sigh. “Just… give it some time.”
That’s when I knew he was holding something back.
But what choice did I have? The police refused to help, claiming she was an adult who had left willingly. “No signs of foul play,” they said. “This happens more often than you’d think.”
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Days turned into a week. Then two.
The kids were wrecked.
Seth, my fifteen-year-old, shut down completely; silent, brooding, locking himself in his room for hours. Sarah, sixteen, was angry. At Sandy, at me, at the universe. “She just left?” she’d yell. “Did she even think about us?”
And Alice… God, Alice. Ten years old, still waiting by the front door some nights, hoping her mom would walk through.
“Maybe Mom’s lost,” she whispered one evening as I tucked her in. “Maybe she needs help.”
I forced a smile. “Maybe, sweetheart.”
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But I didn’t believe it.
I barely slept and spent hours staring at my phone, willing it to ring. And then, one night, three weeks after she disappeared, it finally did.
Not from Sandy.
From Bernard.
It wasn’t a normal call. It was a Facebook video call, something he never did. That alone sent my nerves into overdrive.
I answered immediately. His face filled the screen, lit only by a dim lamp. He looked… haunted.
“Bernard?” I said, heart pounding. “What’s going on?”
He hesitated, rubbed a hand over his face. “Adam… I think you need to know the truth.”
A sad and worried senior man looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney
I froze. “What truth?”
“It’s about Sandy.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “But before I tell you, you have to promise me something.”
“What?” My pulse roared in my ears. “Bernard, where is she? Is she safe?”
“Promise me first,” he said, his expression unreadable. “Don’t tell Sandy I told you this. She made us swear, but I—” He exhaled shakily. “I couldn’t keep this from you.”
I hesitated. My throat felt tight, like my body already knew the truth before my mind could process it.
“I promise,” I finally said.
A man looks a bit confused yet worried while looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney
Bernard exhaled slowly as if the weight of this secret had been crushing him for weeks. His voice wavered.
“She’s in France,” he said. “With him.”
I frowned. “Him?” The word felt foreign in my mouth. Then, before he could even answer, the realization hit me like a freight train.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t mean —”
“Her first love, Jeremy,” Bernard confirmed. “The one from high school. The one she only left behind because he moved to Europe.” His voice was bitter, edged with something I couldn’t quite place. “She told us she’d dreamed of this moment for years.”
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My stomach twisted so violently that I thought I might be sick.
I gripped the phone tighter. “You’re telling me she — planned this?”
Bernard hesitated before answering, his voice strained. “Yes.”
I sat down hard, the air sucked out of my lungs.
“She said she’d be back in six months,” he continued. “She made us swear not to tell you. But I — I just couldn’t keep quiet anymore. You and the kids deserve better than this.”
My hands curled into fists. “She abandoned us.” The words came out hollow, like I couldn’t believe them even as I said them.
A man struggling with hurt and anger | Source: Midjourney
Bernard let out a shaky breath. “I raised her better than this,” he murmured. “Or at least, I thought I did. But she left you. She left her own children. And for what? A fling? A fantasy from when she was seventeen?”
His disgust was palpable. I knew he was struggling with this as much as I was.
A senior man looks hurt and disappointed | Source: Midjourney
He went on, his voice thick with emotion. “At first, I kept her secret because I thought maybe she just needed time. That maybe she’d come to her senses. But when I spoke to her last, she wasn’t talking like someone who regretted her choices. She sounded… happy. Free. As if none of you even existed.”
The words settled over me like a suffocating weight.
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Bernard sighed. “But it’s not just my shame I can’t bear — it’s what she’s done to you, to her children. I won’t let them suffer because of her selfishness. You need to protect them, Adam. And for that, you need to know the truth.”
I pressed my fingers against my temple. My brain felt foggy, my thoughts scattered.
“Do you have proof?” I finally asked.
Silence stretched between us. Then, I saw a new message pop up.
Bernard had sent me a voice recording.
I hesitated, then pressed play.
Sandy’s voice filled the room. Light. Excited.
A woman smiles while looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I feel alive for the first time in years,” she said, practically breathless. “Maybe I’ll stay longer. Maybe another few months. He makes me so happy, Dad. You have to understand.”
My jaw tightened so hard it hurt.
“Understand?” I muttered to myself.
I felt sick. Physically sick.
The woman I had spent almost two decades loving, the mother of my children, had left us for this.
A heartbroken and devastated man | Source: Midjourney
That night, I didn’t sleep. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the cold, empty space where Sandy used to sit, where she used to sip her coffee in the mornings, where she used to laugh at my terrible jokes.
It was over. All of it.
The next morning, I contacted a lawyer.
I prepared divorce papers.
If she wanted her fresh start, I’d give it to her.
And then — eight months later — she returned.
It happened on a Sunday.
A smiling woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney
I had just come home from grocery shopping when I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I didn’t think much of it at first until the knock on the door came.
I opened it, and there she was.
Sandy.
She looked different. Not in a dramatic way, but just… less. Her usual confident posture was gone, replaced with something hesitant, almost fragile.
“Adam,” she breathed, her eyes glassy. “I’m home.”
I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Are you?”
An upset man leans against the doorframe of the front door of his house | Source: Midjourney
Her lips trembled. “Please, can we talk?”
I didn’t invite her in. Instead, I stepped outside and closed the door behind me.
The kids were out with their grandparents; I wasn’t about to let them be blindsided by this.
“Talk,” I said flatly.
Her eyes darted to the ground. “It was a mistake,” she whispered. “I left him.”
I didn’t react.
She swallowed hard. “Please, Adam, let’s fix this.”
I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Fix what?”
She flinched. “Us. Our family. I — I thought you’d wait for me.”
A sad and surprised woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney
I stared at her, stunned by the sheer audacity of that statement.
“Wait for you?” I repeated. “You planned your escape. You told your father you felt ‘alive’ for the first time in years. You chose this, Sandy. And now that your fantasy crashed and burned, you want to come back?”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I was confused. I — I made a mistake.”
I shook my head. “No. You made a choice. A conscious, selfish choice. You put your happiness above everything else. Above me. Above your own children.“
An angry man screaming at someone | Source: Midjourney
A tear slid down her cheek. “Adam, please. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but —”
“You didn’t just hurt me,” I cut in. “You destroyed our kids. Seth barely speaks anymore. Sarah doesn’t trust anyone. Alice still waits by the window some nights, thinking you’ll come home. You did that, Sandy. And now you want to waltz back in like none of it happened?”
She sobbed openly now. “I love you. I love them. I just — I lost my way.”
A woman sobs while standing in front of her husband | Source: Midjourney
I exhaled slowly, looking at the woman I once knew and realizing she wasn’t the same person anymore.
And neither was I.
“You lost everything,” I told her.
She blinked, her breath hitching.
I stepped back, reached into my pocket, and pulled out an envelope.
Divorce papers.
She looked down at them, her face crumbling. “No,” she whispered. “Adam, please —”
I shook my head. “You made your choice, Sandy. Now I’m making mine.”
I turned and walked back inside, locking the door behind me.
She was alone.
Just like she had left us.
And I didn’t look back.
A gloomy man sitting alone in his room | Source: Midjourney
Do you think I did the right thing? What would you have done in my place?
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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