Freya was excited to start her new life as a newlywed and moved into her husband George’s family estate. However, a warning from Valerie, the maid, about George’s secret life quickly shattered their vows.
Brimming with post-wedding joy, I moved into my husband’s enchanting family home, complete with high ceilings, arches, fountains, and flowers everywhere.
George had wanted me to settle in before we left for our honeymoon in the South of France.
Yet, things weren’t as perfect as they seemed. From the start, the maid, Valerie, gave me looks that seemed to say, “You don’t belong here.” I tried to shake it off, determined to stay. Valerie would have to get used to it.
A few days into moving in, I decided to make breakfast for my new family. The house was massive, and George’s younger siblings still lived at home, so I prepared a large meal.
Valerie watched me closely in the kitchen, making me nervous. When I reached for my phone to look up egg recipes, it was missing.
“Have you seen my phone?” I asked Valerie, certain it had been on the table in front of her.
Valerie barely glanced at me and shook her head.
“I’d hurry up with the breakfast if I were you,” she said coldly. “The family expects it on the table before they come downstairs.”
Taking her advice, I finished the breakfast as Valerie left the kitchen.
I eventually found my phone on the seat Valerie had just vacated. The message on the screen turned my world upside down:
Check your husband’s drawer. The top left one, specifically. Then RUN!
My heart pounding, I made my way to our bedroom, the warning replaying in my mind. Valerie had tidied the room and folded our clothes from the night before.
I hesitated before opening the drawer, dreading what I might find. What secrets was George hiding?
Inside, I found a stack of letters tied with a faded ribbon and an old key. The letters, written by my husband, were to someone named Elena.
I sat on our bed and read through them all — each letter spoke of a love and future he promised to someone else.
With each word, my heart shattered. The last letter was a goodbye, dated just three days before George proposed to me.
And the key?
“Do you know what this key is for?” I asked Ivy, George’s younger sister, when it didn’t fit any locks in our room.
“Oh, I think it’s for the attic,” she said, inspecting the key. “It has to be; that was George’s favorite room. It’s always been so dark and drafty to me. I haven’t been there in years.”
I found my way to the attic. It was just as dark and drafty as Ivy had said.
But when I turned on the light, I was horrified.
The walls were covered in photographs of George and a woman — presumably Elena. Their love was evident in every picture, mocking me and our marriage.
I collapsed into the only armchair in the room, overwhelmed. Then I saw an ultrasound on the wall beneath a photograph of George and Elena dancing in a courtyard.
George and Elena had been expecting a baby. Of course, they had.
How had he hidden this from me for so long?
I examined each photograph, grappling with the reality that George had abandoned Elena and their unborn child.
“Freya?” came a soft voice from the doorway.
“Valerie,” I said, suddenly cautious.
“You weren’t supposed to find out this way,” she said sympathetically.
“You knew about this?” I asked, unsure how to react.
She nodded slowly.
“Elena is my sister. She thought you deserved to know the truth. She gave me the letters, and I put them in George’s drawer this morning.”
“And the baby?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Valerie leaned against the wall and explained. When the family was planning their Christmas party two years ago, Valerie had asked Elena to help with the cleaning.
“They immediately hit it off and fell in love. But when Elena found out she was pregnant and that the baby had Down syndrome, George didn’t want to be involved.”
Valerie explained that George had wanted to marry Elena out of love, but when he learned about the baby’s condition, he saw them as a burden.
“He promised to fight for her with his family, but everything changed.”
We then went to the living room where the family was gathered — George was absent. I told his parents about the letters and the attic full of photographs.
Valerie revealed everything about Elena and her baby.
When we finished, George walked in, clearly having overheard the conversation.
“Is this true?” his father demanded.
George’s silence was a damning admission.
His family quickly disowned him. George was cut off, and his inheritance was redirected to support Elena and her unborn child.
As for me?
I was granted a swift divorce — George didn’t even contest it, broken by the loss of his wealth. My ex-in-laws gave me a fresh start with assets initially meant for George.
I sold some of the assets and founded an organization to support children with disabilities, ensuring Elena’s baby was well cared for. Valerie manages the foundation with input from me and George’s mother, who cut ties with her son the moment she learned about the baby.
What would you have done if you were in my shoes?
MILLIONAIRE’S CRUEL JOKE ABOUT POOR MOM GOES VIRAL—UNTIL PILOT STEPS IN
A rich man was unhappy when a mother with three kids was seated next to him in business class. Louis Newman, the millionaire, complained loudly and criticized the stewardess for letting her sit there.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the stewardess said calmly, showing him the tickets. “These seats are assigned to Mrs. Debbie Brown and her children, and we can’t change them. Please cooperate with us.”
Despite the stewardess’s explanation, Louis continued to grumble about the situation. But things took an unexpected turn when the pilot made a special announcement as they were about to land. The announcement highlighted Mrs. Brown’s story and praised her for her strength and dedication. After hearing this, Louis’s complaints vanished, and he had a new perspective on the situation.
Louis Newman, a wealthy businessman, was upset when a mother with three kids was seated next to him in business class. He complained loudly that the children would make too much noise and ruin his important meeting with foreign investors.
The stewardess explained that Mrs. Debbie Brown and her children had paid for those seats and had the right to be there. Debbie offered to move if other passengers would swap seats, but the stewardess insisted that she stay where she was.
Louis was annoyed and thought it was unfair that he had to sit next to someone he felt didn’t belong in business class. He put in his AirPods to avoid talking to Debbie and turned away as she helped her children buckle into their seats.
Once the flight took off, Debbie’s children were excited and began happily chatting about their first business class experience. “Mom! Look, we’re finally flying!” her daughter Stacey exclaimed with joy.
Some passengers on the plane smiled at Stacey’s excitement, but Louis Newman looked displeased. He asked Debbie if she could make her children be quiet because he was joining an important meeting from the flight and didn’t want any disruptions.
Debbie asked her children to stay quiet, and Louis’s meeting continued for most of the flight. During his call, Debbie noticed he frequently mentioned fabrics and had a handbook with designs, which made her realize he was a businessman in the clothing industry.
After his meeting, Debbie approached Louis and asked, “Can I ask you something?”
Louis, feeling pleased with how his meeting went, agreed. “Sure, go ahead.”
“I saw your handbook with fabric samples. Do you work in the clothing industry?”
“Yes,” Louis replied. “I own a clothing company in New York. We just closed a big deal with a top designing company.”
Debbie shared that she ran a small boutique in Texas, which had been started by her in-laws in New York and had recently expanded. She complimented his designs, but Louis responded with sarcasm. “Thanks, but our designs are way beyond what a local boutique offers. We work with top designers and just secured a million-dollar deal. A boutique like yours wouldn’t understand.”
Debbie felt embarrassed but tried to stay calm. “I understand. It must be very important to you.”
Louis, still smirking, said, “You’re here in business class, but you don’t seem like you belong here. Maybe next time you should fly economy and stick to people who run boutiques like you.”
Debbie’s patience was running out. “Sir, I know it’s my first time flying business class and I had some trouble with the check-in, but don’t you think you’re being a bit rude? My husband is on this flight with us, and…”
Before Debbie could finish speaking, the intercom announced their arrival at JFK. But Captain Tyler Brown had more to say.
“I want to thank all the passengers, especially my wife, Debbie Brown. Debbie, your support means the world to me,” the pilot began. Louis’s face turned red with embarrassment as he realized Debbie’s husband was the pilot.
“This is my first time flying a business class flight, and I was nervous. Thanks to my wife, who reassured me and joined me on this flight despite her own fear of flying. Today is my first day back at work after a long period of unemployment. We’ve faced many challenges, but Debbie has always stayed strong. Today is also the anniversary of when we first met, which I think she may have forgotten. So, I want to propose to her again. DEBBIE, I LOVE YOU!”
Tyler left the pilot’s cabin, got down on one knee, and proposed to Debbie with a ring. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me again, Mrs. Debbie Brown?”
The passengers watched in awe as Debbie, teary-eyed, said yes. The plane erupted in applause. Louis, meanwhile, stood stunned and embarrassed.
Before leaving the plane, Debbie approached Louis and said, “A person like you, who only cares about money, would never understand the value of having a loving family. My husband and I live simply, but we are very proud of it!”
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