My husband had been visiting our beautiful new neighbor quite often, helping with heavy boxes or fixing a lightbulb. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and went over with some cookies, pretending to be a friendly neighbor. That’s when I saw a little boy… He was the spitting image of my husband!
I began noticing how often David helped our new neighbor, Lauren. At first, it seemed harmless—carrying boxes, fixing a broken door, simple things neighbors usually do. But as the days went by, his visits to her house became more frequent.
“Why do you keep going over there?” I asked him one night, my voice betrayed a hint of annoyance.
He shrugged, barely looking up from his phone.
“She just needs help with a few things. It’s no big deal, Sarah.”
“No big deal? You’ve been over there almost every day this week.”
David sighed, brushing me off with a wave of his hand.
“You’re overthinking this. She’s a single mom; she just needs some support. It’s nothing.”
He wouldn’t cheat on me, right? Not David. He’s just being kind, that’s all.
For a moment, I let it go, convincing myself that my husband couldn’t be doing anything wrong. But then came that afternoon, the one that changed everything.
I came home earlier than usual. As I walked up the driveway, I saw them.
David and Lauren were standing on her porch. They were close, too close. And then it happened. His arms wrapped around her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
What is he doing? Why is he holding her like that?
Suddenly, all those little doubts I had shoved aside came crashing down, louder than ever.
David, my David, was cheating.
The next morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to do something. Sitting there, watching David act like nothing was wrong, was driving me crazy.
I had to see Lauren myself. Maybe I was wrong, and there was some innocent explanation for all of this. But if there wasn’t, I needed to know.
I grabbed a box of cookies, hoping it would make me look friendly instead of nosy.
“Just a neighborly visit,” I told myself, walking across the street to Lauren’s house.
Lauren opened the door, looking surprised to see me.
“Oh, hi, Sarah!”
“Hi, Lauren,” I replied, holding up the cookies like a peace offering.
“I thought I’d bring these over. You know, just to say ‘welcome to the neighborhood.’”
“That’s so sweet of you. Come in.”
Lauren was still a bit shocked.
The house smelled faintly of fresh paint, and toys were scattered around the living room. As we made small talk, my eyes darted around, searching for any sign of David’s presence, anything that might confirm my worst fears. I could hardly focus on what Lauren was saying.
Suddenly, a small boy came running into the room, giggling. He couldn’t have been older than five. He had dark hair, the same shade as David’s, and those familiar brown eyes. My heart skipped a beat.
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“Max, say hi,” Lauren said, smiling at the boy.
Max waved shyly before running off to play. I stood there, frozen. That boy… he looked so much like David.
Could it be? Could Max be David’s son?
The resemblance was uncanny, and the thought that David might have a child with Lauren twisted my gut in ways I didn’t think were possible.
“Sarah, it’s Max’s birthday, and we’re having a little party. Nothing too big, just a few friends, cake, you know. Come with David. It will be fun!”
The she-wolf visited the village seeking food, and the forester, moved by her plight, offered help. Two months later, she returned, bringing company with her
On one particularly cold day, Forester Stephen was sitting in his house enjoying a cup of tea when an unfamiliar noise caught his attention. It came from under his fence and had the unmistakable growl of a wild animal.
Curious and concerned, Stephen went outside to investigate. After a moment’s thought, he decided to bring out some frozen meat, realising that the harsh cold was making it difficult for wildlife to find food. He knew this was particularly difficult for both the animals and local families.
The wild animal’s behavior seemed strange to Stephen. Wolves usually stay in their own territory and rarely venture into human settlements unless they are driven by extreme hunger.
Soon the she-wolf began to appear frequently at Stephen’s home. The locals became increasingly agitated and criticized Stephen for his actions. They were worried about the presence of a wolf so close to the village and left their children in the safety of their homes.
Despite growing pressure from his neighbors, Stephen ignored her complaints and continued to feed the wolf, realizing that a hungry wolf could pose a greater threat to everyone.
As winter ended, the wolf’s visits stopped, much to the relief of the villagers. But Stephen missed her presence, as he had become accustomed to her visits.
Spring arrived, bringing with it the familiar howling. Stephen rushed outside to find an unexpected sight: the she-wolf had brought her two pups with her. The animals watched him quietly, and it dawned on Stephen that the meat he had provided all winter was being used to feed their young.
With the arrival of spring, the wolf pack prepared to move to a new territory to ensure that they would no longer cause trouble to the villagers. The she-wolf said goodbye to Stephen in silence and from that moment on, no more wolves were seen in the area.
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