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My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine

When Hannah’s Dad waltzed into her birthday party with her best friend on his arm, she was determined to make him pay. Little did he know Hannah’s plan would unexpectedly turn the tables at her graduation party.

Serious woman and birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

Serious woman and birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Dad said, but his words barely registered.

The room was full of balloons and banners, but everything started feeling suddenly wrong.

“What’s the fuss?” he asked, noticing people staring.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. Dad had walked into my 25th birthday party with my best friend, Jessica, as his plus one.

Older man with young woman | Source: Midjourney

Older man with young woman | Source: Midjourney

“What is Jess doing with you?” I asked as soon as I recovered from the shock.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled. “We’re together, in love!”

“Are you serious? Mom is here, and everyone is watching us!”

He shrugged. “So what? I don’t care what she or anyone else feels; it’s her problem. This is MY LIFE. I want to have fun.”

Couple looking into each other's eyes | Source: Midjourney

Couple looking into each other’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Mom, standing alone with tears streaming down her face. She just turned and went inside, and I couldn’t stand that.

“If I knew you would do something like this, I would’ve never invited you!” I snapped, turning to Dad. “And you, Jess, how could you do this? You were my best friend!”

“I’m sorry, Hannah. But it sounds like a YOU problem if you can’t accept this.”

I was shocked.

“Leave!” I said. “Just get out! Both of you!”

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Smug-looking woman | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Hannah, you’re overreacting,” Dad scoffed. “It’s not like your Mom and I are together, and I brought someone new into our lives.”

“No, I’m not overreacting, Dad, and I don’t want to talk about this. You need to leave. This party is for me and Mom. And this is Mom’s house.”

“Fine, we’ll go.”

I watched as Dad walked out, and then I returned to Mom and hugged her tightly. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d—”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Thank you,” was all she said.

Sad woman among party guests | Source: Midjourney

Sad woman among party guests | Source: Midjourney

It was hard for me to believe what had happened, but all I cared about was the faces of the other guests staring at my mom in pity and disbelief. I hated the way they were looking at Mom as if she were some helpless woman.

A week passed.

One Sunday morning, Mom and I sat on the couch in her cozy living room, sipping tea.

Two cups of tea | Source: Midjourney

Two cups of tea | Source: Midjourney

I loved our little sessions where it was just the two of us. Usually, we’d bake one of Grandma’s recipes, but looking at Mom’s face, I knew she was still not over what had happened.

Dad and Mom had divorced only recently, and I know Mom still missed him. So, what happened on my birthday still bothered her.

“I’m really looking forward to graduation next month, Mom,” I said, trying to lift the mood. “It’s a big milestone for me.”

Woman wearing graduation hat | Source: Midjourney

Woman wearing graduation hat | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Hannah,” Mom smiled, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve worked so hard for this day.

“It’s just that… seeing Jessica with your father was hard,” she suddenly said, sighing sadly. “She’ll be graduating too, right?”

I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Yes, Mom. It was terrible. But you’re stronger than this. You deserve better.”

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Sad elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

Mom looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s just so hard, Hannah. I never expected this from Jessica. She-she was like a daughter, and now this…imagining them in bed…”

Mom broke down into tears, and I raced to her side to hug her.

“Your dad…” she sniffled. “What did he tell me when he was leaving? You’re too old, Caroline. You don’t excite me anymore. Oh, Hannah, how could he do this?”

Young woman consoling an older woman | Source: Midjourney

Young woman consoling an older woman | Source: Midjourney

Mom wept into my shoulders, and I can’t tell you how it broke my heart.

“I didn’t either, Mom,” I said, trying my best to console her. “But we won’t let them hurt us anymore. You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together, okay?”

Mom was very disturbed after what happened at my birthday party, and I had a plan to set things right. It’s just that I couldn’t tell Mom about it right then.

Devastated elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

Devastated elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

The following Thursday morning, I walked into the cozy café near the university, bustling with students and professionals.

The smell of coffee and chatter filled the air.

I spotted Tom at a corner table and waved.

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Inside a cafe | Source: Midjourney

I remembered Tom from when I was young. He was one of Dad’s colleagues, always nice and kind. He used to visit us often, but then we moved across town, and those visits stopped. Seeing his familiar face brought back memories.

“Hi, Tom,” I said as I sat down. “It’s good to see you.”

“Wow, Hannah! You’ve grown up!” he chuckled. “It’s good to see you too. How are things?” he asked.

Young woman talking to older man at cafe | Source: Midjourney

Young woman talking to older man at cafe | Source: Midjourney

“Busy, but exciting. Graduation is just around the corner,” I replied.

A week ago, when I contacted Tom on Facebook, I wasn’t very hopeful he would reply. But somehow, his name was the first to pop into my head, and I just gave it a try.

Luckily, he replied.

“By the way, I thought about your idea,” he said as I sipped my coffee. “I’m okay with that. Will your Mom agree?”

Woman drinking coffee | Source: Midjourney

Woman drinking coffee | Source: Midjourney

“She will. Thanks. I appreciate all your help,” I said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Hannah. Your mom deserves better, and so do you,” he replied.

We chatted about various things, recalling some sweet memories of when I was a little girl and Tom used to get me princess dolls. He was just the sweetest man from my childhood, and I had a brilliant plan brewing at the back of my mind.

A cute girl | Source: Midjourney

A cute girl | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t realize how time flew by and the graduation day arrived.

I stood in Mom’s bedroom, surrounded by elegant dresses and makeup.

Mom held up a beautiful dress, and I nodded approvingly.

“I can’t believe my baby is graduating,” she said, zipping up my dress. “You look stunning, Hannah.”

Older woman helping younger woman get ready | Source: Midjourney

Older woman helping younger woman get ready | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks, Mom. You look amazing, too. Tonight’s going to be special,” I replied, smiling.

Mom had put on a shimmering navy blue dress that hugged her figure gracefully. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore delicate silver jewelry that complemented her look perfectly.

“I hope your dad behaves himself tonight,” she said, wearing her earrings.

Gorgeous older woman | Source: Midjourney

Gorgeous older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t worry about him, Mom. Just focus on having a good time. Everything will be fine,” I assured her.

Mom smiled, but I could see the worry in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. “Really, Mom. Enjoy tonight. You deserve it. I’m so happy for you.”

“I will, sweetie. Thank you,” she said, giving me a warm hug.

Mother and daughter hugging | Source: Midjourney

Mother and daughter hugging | Source: Midjourney

I looked in the mirror, adjusting my dress and makeup. “Now, I gotta leave. See you soon,” I said, grabbing my bag.

“Alright, Hannah. See you there,” Mom replied, giving me a quick kiss.

As I left the house, I took a deep breath. The plan was set, and I felt ready. I knew tonight had to be perfect, not just for me but for Mom, too. This was our night, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.

Woman in graduation attire standing with other graduates | Source: Midjourney

Woman in graduation attire standing with other graduates | Source: Midjourney

When I arrived at the graduation hall, I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my cap and gown.

The room buzzed with excitement as graduates and their families filled the seats.

I scanned the crowd and spotted Dad arriving with Jessica. They looked confident, but I knew that would change soon.

Young girl in graduation attire posing with older man | Source: Midjourney

Young girl in graduation attire posing with older man | Source: Midjourney

About 15 minutes later, Mom entered the auditorium with Tom. She looked stunning, and Tom looked dapper in a suit.

Seeing them together made me smile. They waved at me, and I waved back.

I could see shock clouding Dad and Jessica’s faces when they saw Mom happy with a guy about five years younger than her!

“Thanks for making it, Tom. Mom, you look gorgeous!” I said, hugging her.

Good-looking couple | Source: Midjourney

Good-looking couple | Source: Midjourney

It was then Dad’s voice cut through.

“Tom? What are you doing here?”

We turned to see him with Jessica behind him.

Tom put an arm around Mom. “Supporting a dear friend and her daughter,” he said.

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Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

“Didn’t you mention he was your colleague? How did this happen?” I heard Jessica whispering to Dad, and I couldn’t help but smile because my plan was successful.

“Well, Mom and Tom have been catching up lately. They realized they have a lot in common,” I said, grinning.

Dad looked flustered. “I see,” he said. “Well, it’s… nice to see you, Tom.”

Serious-looking man | Source: Midjourney

Serious-looking man | Source: Midjourney

Tom smirked slightly. “Nice to see you too, Robert. Life takes interesting turns, doesn’t it?”

As the evening went on, Mom and Tom looked genuinely happy together. They laughed and danced, looking like a perfect couple. Jessica tried to keep up appearances, but her discomfort was evident.

Dad couldn’t hide his frustration either. His eyes kept darting towards Mom and Tom, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Couple looking happy together | Source: Midjourney

Couple looking happy together | Source: Midjourney

Before leaving, Mom hugged me tightly. “Thank you for everything, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too, Mom,” I said, smiling. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

As I watched Mom walk away with Tom, I knew Dad regretted his choices. He realized too late that he had lost the best thing in his life. I also saw he pushed Jess away when she asked him for a dance, and I laughed.

My plan to show Dad that Mom could be happy without him worked perfectly. Mom and Tom fell in love and are now together. I couldn’t be happier for her.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

My Husband Quit His Job Because He Was Sick—I Trusted Him and Gave Him All My Money for Treatment, Until the Truth Came Out

They say love makes you blind, and I guess I was living proof of that. When my husband, Kyle, quit his job, claiming he was sick, I trusted him without question. I worked harder and gave him every dollar I had. But the truth I uncovered? It shattered everything.

When you love someone, you never expect them to lie. Especially about something as serious as their health. But looking back, I should have seen the signs.

I missed them all until a stranger rolled down her car window and told me something I never saw coming.

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A woman in her house | Source: Midjourney

Being a mom and wife has always been my pride and joy. My days were a whirlwind of work, chores, and family time, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I’m a project manager at a software company, and I really love my job. It pays me enough to support my little family.

Our two boys, Liam and Jake, are my biggest motivators.

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Two brothers standing together | Source: Midjourney

Liam, 12, has a curious mind and a talent for science. He’s always tinkering with gadgets or asking a million questions about how things work. Meanwhile, Jake, 10, is our little athlete. He’s the kind of kid who’s always kicking a soccer ball or racing his bike around the neighborhood.

And then there’s Kyle, my husband of 15 years.

Kyle has always been my rock. He’s the calm to my chaos, the steady presence that keeps our family grounded.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

He worked as an operations manager at a logistics company, a job that kept him busy but provided well for us.

There were times when I’d look at him across the dinner table, watching him laugh with the boys or share stories about his day, and think, I’m so lucky.

Life was good.

But that all changed one afternoon when Kyle walked through the front door, holding a folder in his hands and looking like he’d seen a ghost.

A worried man | Source: Midjourney

A worried man | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, you’re home early,” I said, glancing up from my laptop. But the moment I saw his expression, I knew something was wrong.

His face was pale, his lips pressed tightly together as he set the folder down on the table.

“Kyle? What happened?” I stood and walked over to him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is everything okay?”

He looked up at me, and his eyes had this look I couldn’t quite figure out.

Was it fear? Regret? I still don’t know.

“Laura,” he began, his voice shaky, “I have muscular dystrophy.”

A worried man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A worried man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I froze. “What?”

He sat down heavily, rubbing his face with both hands.

“I’ve been feeling off for months. I went to the doctor, ran some tests… This is why I’ve been so tired.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I can’t work anymore,” he continued. “I’ll need expensive treatment, but it’s my only chance.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Muscular dystrophy. The words echoed in my mind, making my stomach twist.

I sat down across from him, reaching for the folder.

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A person holding a folder | Source: Pexels

Inside were test results, doctor’s notes, and medical papers. Everything looked serious.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but… I need to start treatment. I think we’ll need to cancel the trip with the boys. I hate to do this to them, but…”

I reached across the table, taking his hands in mine. “Kyle, stop. The boys will understand. We’ll figure this out. You’re going to get the treatment you need.”

Tears welled up in his eyes. “I hate that you have to deal with this.”

A man looking away | Source: Midjourney

A man looking away | Source: Midjourney

“I’m your wife,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We’ll get through this together.”

But as I sat there, staring at those papers, a cold, creeping fear settled over me. How would we afford this?

Later that night, as we lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“We’ll need more money,” I murmured, staring at the ceiling.

Kyle turned to me. “Laura, I don’t want you working yourself to death for me.”

A worried man looking at his wife in bed | Source: Midjourney

A worried man looking at his wife in bed | Source: Midjourney

“I can handle it.” I turned to face him, determination in my eyes. “I’ll get a part-time job after work. We’ll cut back on expenses. You’ll quit your job and focus on your health.”

His lip quivered. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course.”

The next day, I went to a neighborhood restaurant and got a job cleaning tables in the evenings. After finishing my day at the software company, I’d head straight there to clean.

It was exhausting, but I didn’t care.

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A person cleaning a countertop | Source: Pexels

I handed almost all the money I made to Kyle for his treatment. And I could see how he was changing. He looked happier and more relaxed.

Seeing that gave me the strength to keep going, even when I felt like collapsing from exhaustion.

The routine became second nature. Work all day, clean tables at night, and fall into bed exhausted.

I was running on fumes, but every time I saw Kyle smile or heard him say, “Thank you for everything, Laura,” it felt worth it.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

He kept going to his treatments during the weekdays while I was at work.

“It’s best if I go alone,” he’d say. “I don’t want you missing work for this.”

I never questioned it. I trusted him completely.

But then one evening, something strange happened.

I was on my way to the restaurant, clutching my coat against the chilly wind when a white SUV pulled up next to me. The window rolled down slowly and inside sat a striking woman with dark glasses and perfectly styled hair.

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A white SUV | Source: Pexels

She leaned over the passenger seat. “Are you Laura?”

I froze, tightening my grip on my bag. “Yes… Who’s asking?”

She took off her sunglasses, revealing sharp, piercing eyes. “Is Kyle your husband?”

“Yes,” I said. “Why? Is he okay?”

The woman tilted her head slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, he’s more than okay. But you should really check where he goes for his ‘treatments.’ And while you’re at it, look at his bank statements.”

I blinked, stunned. “What? Who are you? What are you talking about?”

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

She pressed her lips together like she was debating how much to say.

“Let’s just say I’m doing you a favor,” she said before rolling the window back up. The SUV then drove off, leaving me standing on the sidewalk in a daze.

What the heck was that about?

The whole walk to the restaurant, her words echoed in my mind. Why would a random woman say something like that? And how did she know Kyle?

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A woman walking on a street at night | Source: Pexels

When I got home that night, Kyle was already asleep.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock, my mind racing. Something about that encounter wasn’t sitting right with me.

The next morning, Kyle grabbed his usual bag and kissed me on the cheek before heading out.

“I’ll be back around three,” he said. “I’ve got two procedures today. The other one’s at night.”

“At night?” I asked.

“Yeah, my therapist scheduled a special session today.”

“Okay,” I said, forcing a smile. “Take care.”

As soon as he left, I went straight to his laptop. My hands shook as I opened his banking app. I told myself I wasn’t snooping. I just needed peace of mind.

A woman using her husband's laptop | Source: Pexels

A woman using her husband’s laptop | Source: Pexels

But as I scrolled through the transactions, my stomach dropped.

There were no payments to medical facilities. No hospital charges. No doctor’s fees. Nothing.

Instead, I saw restaurant bills, golf club memberships, expensive clothing stores, and even a charge for a weekend trip to a resort I’d never heard of.

What the heck?

I scrolled faster, hoping I was missing something. But it was all there in black and white.

Kyle wasn’t paying for treatments. He was spending our money on luxury items. Things we never discussed. Things I never approved.

A woman looking surprised while using her husband's laptop | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking surprised while using her husband’s laptop | Source: Midjourney

By the time I closed the laptop, I was trembling. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Later that evening, I decided to follow him when he left for his “special session.”

I stayed a safe distance behind, my heart pounding with every step.

But Kyle didn’t go to a hospital or a clinic.

He went to a small bar downtown. The kind of place where people went to relax and unwind.

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A neon ‘bar’ sign | Source: Pexels

I stood outside that bar, frozen in place, watching Kyle laugh and joke with his friends. It felt like I was watching a stranger. The man inside wasn’t the sick, struggling husband I thought I knew.

He was someone else entirely.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the window, just in time to hear him speak.

“I told you I could do nothing for three months,” Kyle said, raising his glass. “And you were wrong!”

His friends burst out laughing, clinking their glasses together.

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A man laughing | Source: Pexels

“Man, I still can’t believe you pulled this off,” one of them said. “Your wife really bought it?”

Kyle chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Hook, line, and sinker. Told her I was too sick to work. Now I’ve got all the time in the world to hang out with you guys.”

They laughed again, loud and carefree, while my heart shattered into pieces.

“And she’s still giving you money?” another friend asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

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A man sitting in a bar | Source: Midjourney

“Yep.” Kyle took a sip of his wine, looking smug. “She even picked up a part-time job to make sure I’m covered. I gotta say, being married to someone so gullible has its perks.”

His words cut through me like a knife. My mind reeled with images of him sitting at home, watching me rush from one job to the next, while he lived it up with his friends.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around and walked away as tears blurred my vision.

A woman standing outside a bar | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing outside a bar | Source: Midjourney

As I was about to head back home, I saw the same white SUV outside the bar. The woman from before rolled down her window when she saw me.

“Did you see it?” she asked softly.

I nodded, unable to speak.

She sighed. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. My boyfriend is one of his friends. When I heard what they were doing… I couldn’t stay silent. You deserved to know.”

I wiped my eyes, trying to compose myself. “Thank you.”

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An upset woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

That night, I said nothing to Kyle.

I sat through dinner, listening to his usual stories about “difficult procedures” and “promising results.”

But the next morning, I took action.

I called his office and told them he was well enough to return to work.

Then, I went to the bank and froze our joint account. With the remaining money, I paid off our mortgage and opened a new account in my name.

A woman walking on a street | Source: Pexels

A woman walking on a street | Source: Pexels

When I was done, I sent Kyle a text.

It read, Kyle, treat your vanity and your cruelty — that’s your real illness. Don’t bother coming home.

Then, I packed my things, changed the front door lock, and took the boys with me to my parents’ place. I didn’t want to see Kyle’s face again.

He tried calling me for weeks, but I didn’t talk to him. Instead, I filed for divorce, and now I’m waiting for it to be processed so I can get rid of the man who betrayed me in a way that I could’ve never imagined.

A young woman | Source: Midjourney

A young woman | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: They say secrets can destroy a marriage. When I discovered my husband had secretly bought a second house, I braced myself for the worst. But nothing could prepare me for what I found when I drove there. I ended up crying at the sight, and there was nothing that could console me.

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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