MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW TRIED TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND FOR MONEY — SHE DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that usually signaled the start of a hectic workday. But yesterday, it was different. Yesterday, the kitchen held a quiet magic, a warmth that transcended the simple act of brewing coffee.

On the kitchen table, amidst the usual clutter of keys and mail, sat a neatly packed lunch bag. Beside it, a folded piece of paper, its edges slightly crumpled. A note.

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the familiar, slightly slanted handwriting. It was Colton’s. Our 10-year-old foster son.

We’d opened our home to fostering after years of battling infertility. The empty rooms of our house had echoed with a longing that no amount of well-meaning advice could fill. We wanted to give a child a chance, a safe haven, a loving family.

Colton had arrived a year ago, a whirlwind of boundless energy and insatiable curiosity. He was a dreamer, a boy who found wonder in the simplest things. He loved riding his bike, exploring the neighborhood, and most of all, he loved helping in the kitchen, his eyes sparkling with the ambition of a future chef.

The note was simple, written in his characteristic, slightly misspelled script: “Lunch for you. Have a good day. Love Colton.”

And inside the lunch bag, a perfectly assembled sandwich, wrapped in wax paper, a small bag of chips, and a bruised but perfectly ripe apple.

It wasn’t just a sandwich. It wasn’t just a note. It was a testament to the bond we’d built, a tangible expression of the love that had blossomed between us.

For months, I’d felt a shift within me, a growing certainty that Colton wasn’t just a foster child, he was our son. The way he’d seamlessly woven himself into our lives, the way he’d filled the empty spaces in our hearts, it was undeniable.

That note, that simple gesture of love, solidified it. It was a quiet affirmation of what I already knew.

I shared the note with my wife, Sarah, her eyes welling up with tears as she read it. We looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between us. It was time.

Today, we made the decision official. We’re going to adopt Colton.

The paperwork is already underway, the legal process a mere formality compared to the emotional journey we’ve already undertaken. We’re planning a surprise for him, a small celebration to mark this momentous occasion.

We’ve decorated his room with balloons and streamers, a banner proclaiming “Welcome to your forever home!” We’ve baked his favorite chocolate chip cookies, and Sarah has even prepared a special dinner, a culinary masterpiece that would make any aspiring chef proud.

Tonight, when Colton returns from school, we’ll gather around the kitchen table, the same table where I found his note, and we’ll tell him the news.

I imagine his eyes widening with disbelief, then filling with tears of joy. I imagine him running into our arms, his small frame shaking with emotion.

And I know, with absolute certainty, that this is the best decision we’ve ever made. We’re not just giving Colton a home; he’s giving us a family, a love that’s richer and more profound than we ever imagined.

MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW TRIED TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND FOR MONEY — SHE DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.

Our son’s wedding was in full swing, and let me tell you, I was tearing up the dance floor with my boy! Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever danced like that in my life. At some point, though, I realized I hadn’t seen the bride for at least 30 minutes.

Then my husband came up to me, looking tense. “We need to talk. Now,” he said. We stepped outside the hall, and what he told me made my jaw drop.

“I ran into our DIL in the hallway,” he started. “I hugged her and told her how much we love her. But apparently, she took it… differently. She said she loves me too — and even more than our son! Then she tried to kiss me on the lips!”

He continued, “I pushed her away, and she said she understood there might be witnesses here. Then she told me to meet her in her hotel room on the third floor in 20 minutes. I think we should both pay her a little visit.”

In 20 minutes, my husband, our relatives, and I opened the door to her hotel room. write a long story base on that above

The wedding reception was a blur of twinkling lights, joyous laughter, and the infectious rhythm of the band. I was lost in the moment, twirling my son around the dance floor, tears of happiness blurring my vision. It was a perfect day, a celebration of love and new beginnings.

But as the night wore on, a nagging unease crept into my heart. I hadn’t seen my daughter-in-law, Clara, for quite some time. She’d been a picture of radiant happiness during the ceremony, but now, she was nowhere to be found.

Then, my husband, Richard, approached me, his face etched with a seriousness that instantly sobered me. “We need to talk. Now,” he said, his voice low and urgent.

We stepped outside the grand ballroom, the sounds of the celebration fading into a muffled hum. Richard’s words, when he finally spoke, were like a slap in the face.

“I ran into Clara in the hallway,” he began, his voice tight. “I hugged her, told her how happy we were to have her as part of the family. You know, the usual father-in-law stuff.”

He paused, his eyes filled with disbelief. “But she… she took it differently. She said she loved me too. And then, she said she loved me more than our son.”

My breath hitched. “What?”

“She tried to kiss me,” he continued, his voice barely a whisper. “On the lips.”

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. “No…”

“I pushed her away,” Richard said, his voice hardening. “And she said she understood there might be witnesses here. Then she told me to meet her in her hotel room on the third floor in twenty minutes. Said she wanted to talk.”

My mind raced, trying to comprehend what I was hearing. Clara, our son’s bride, attempting to seduce my husband? It was beyond comprehension.

“We’re going,” I said, my voice firm. “But we’re not going alone.”

We gathered a small group of our closest relatives, people we trusted implicitly. They were as shocked as we were, but they stood by us, their faces grim.

Twenty minutes later, we stood outside Clara’s hotel room, a knot of tension tightening in my chest. Richard knocked, a sharp, authoritative rap on the door.

Clara opened it, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the crowd behind Richard. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair slightly disheveled.

“What is this?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“We’re here for that conversation,” Richard said, his voice cold.

We entered the room, the silence heavy and charged. Clara’s eyes darted between us, her face flushed.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered.

“Don’t lie, Clara,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “My husband told me everything.”

Her eyes flickered to Richard, then back to me. “He’s lying,” she said, her voice rising. “He’s the one who came onto me.”

“That’s enough,” Richard said, his voice cutting through the tension. “We’re not here to argue. We’re here to understand. Why?”

Clara’s facade crumbled. Tears streamed down her face. “I needed the money,” she sobbed. “I thought… I thought if I could get close to you, you’d help me.”

“Help you?” I asked, my voice incredulous. “By betraying our son?”

She didn’t answer. She just stood there, her shoulders shaking, her face buried in her hands.

We left her there, alone in her hotel room. The wedding was over, the celebration tainted. Our son was devastated, but he understood. The marriage was annulled, the betrayal too deep to forgive.

The aftermath was a whirlwind of hurt and confusion. But through it all, one thing remained clear: family was paramount. And we would always protect our own, no matter the cost.

Mom of 3 Kids Crying of Hunger Learns She Can’t Pay for Burgers, ‘No Worries,’ Low Voice Assures — Story of the Day

A mom and her three children took the wrong bus and ended up lost. She realized she couldn’t buy her children food until a low voice startled her, offering much-needed assistance.

Julia had no choice but to raise her three growing children alone after her husband left her. He had been cheating on her with her best friend, and once she found out about their love triangle, he left her and stopped supporting their children.

At the time, Julia was devastated. She thought her life was ruined. She suffered from major trust issues after being betrayed not just by her husband but also her best friend.

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“You have to pull yourself together, Julia. You have three children you need to raise. You can’t be sulking at home because of what they did to you. Use it as motivation to do better,” her mom said after seeing Julia crying in the bathroom.

Julia looked at her children and knew that her mom was right. She had to look after her kids and make sure they lived comfortable lives, even if it meant working two jobs to earn enough money.

Julia’s mom, Lisa, happily volunteered to care for the three kids while she was at work. She had two jobs, working a total of 14 hours a day.

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Every day, she would start working at six in the evening, working as a waiter. Then from one in the morning until eight, she would work as a housekeeper at an inn.

By the time she got home, she had about three hours until her children woke up. She’d use this time to sleep before waking up alongside her kids to play with them and clean the house.

Julia’s work schedule exhausted her, especially because she didn’t get enough sleep every day. This lack of sleep often caused her to be scatter-brained, unable to remember the simplest things.

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One weekend morning, Julia had to take her kids to the hospital for their vaccinations. On their way home, Julia accidentally mixed up the bus routes, and they ended up in a place in town they’d never been.

Unfortunately, it would take another hour before another bus came around. She bought tickets at the bus stop and they quietly sat there until her kids began to cry, yelling that they were hungry.

Julia walked to a nearby burger stand, where she ordered four burgers. When she was about to pay, she frantically searched for her wallet inside her bag, only to look up at the sky, defeated.

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“My wallet was right here,” she cried. “I just purchased our bus tickets!” She looked through her bag again.

“I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am,” the man who took her order said. “This part of town is notorious for pick-pockets.”

Julia looked at her kids, ashamed that she couldn’t buy them food. She apologized to them and told them they’d have to wait an hour before they could eat, only for them to cry even louder. “Mom, I haven’t eaten the whole day!” her daughter whined. “I’m so hungry!”

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At that moment, Julia was at her breaking point. Her eyes started to fill with tears. Suddenly, she heard a low voice say, “No worries.”

She looked up and saw the man from the burger stand taking out his wallet. He paid for the burgers, packed a bag for Julia, and handed it to her.

“Please, take this. It’s on the house,” he told her.

Julia looked at the man in shock. Tears started to stream down her face, and she thanked the man numerous times. “Thank you so much; you have no idea how much this means to me,” she told him. “Can I please ask for your number? I want to pay you back once I can get some money.”

The man shook his head. “It’s no big deal, and it’s a simple act of kindness I’d like to do for you.”

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Ever since that day, Julia always made sure to help someone out whenever she had the chance. After working two jobs for a few more years, she earned enough money to start her own business. She created a mobile app that allowed users to book different services, from housekeepers to nail technicians, laundry shops, car cleaners, and more.

One day, while in a business meeting, Julia came across the man who helped her several years back.

“You’re the guy from the burger stand,” she said. He smiled, recognizing her as well.

“You’re the mom with three crying children,” he recalled. “How have you been?”

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That conversation ended up being life-changing for both of them. Julia insisted on treating the man, who introduced himself as Jacob, to dinner. It was her way of paying him back.

She discovered Jacob was looking for a job and she decided to hire him as her executive secretary. He went with her to all her meetings and helped her grow her business.

Eventually, after spending so much time together and getting to know each other more, they fell in love. They married, and Jacob adopted Julia’s three children, loving them as his own.

What can we learn from this story?

  • If you’re in the position to help someone, do it. The man felt terrible that Julia couldn’t feed her children when they were hungry, so he stepped in to help her. When you’re capable of helping someone in need, do it without expecting anything in return, as it could save that person from reaching their breaking point.
  • What goes around comes around. After receiving an act of kindness, Julia paid it forward. Eventually, she came across the man who helped her again, this time in the position to help. This led to a beautiful working and personal relationship between them.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a beggar who gave half of his pizza to a hungry rich man, only for the man to give half his business to the beggar later on.

This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life.

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