Sophie was enjoying a delightful evening with family when her grandmother, Evelyn, decided to drop a bombshell. Evelyn’s announcement went beyond the ordinary. To get her inheritance, Sophie needed to get married within a month—in time for Evelyn’s upcoming birthday!
The living room was noisy as the whole family gathered at Evelyn’s large, old-fashioned house. With her pink clothes, she was always a vibrant character. For years, her energy was unmatched.
“Everyone, I need your attention!” Evelyn’s voice rang out, commanding silence. Her eyes sparkled as she surveyed her gathered relatives. The chatter ceased, and all eyes turned to her.
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“Sophie,” Evelyn began, her gaze fixed on her granddaughter, who sat uncomfortably under her family’s eyes.
“You have dedicated your life to your career, which is commendable. But you’ve paid a price by neglecting our cherished family values.”
Sophie shifted in her seat, her expression one of slight annoyance. She knew this conversation was coming. Her grandmother’s values were from a different time, after all.
Evelyn continued, “I stand before you as the last guardian of our family’s traditions, and it pains me to see them so easily cast aside.” Her words hung heavily in the air: “That is why I have decided, unless Sophie can find a husband by the time I turn 70 next month, she will not be included in my will.”
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Sophie’s face turned pale, eyes wide in shock as the room fell eerily silent.
“Grandma, you can’t be serious,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but Evelyn’s face remained resolute.
“I am utterly serious, Sophie,” Evelyn responded sternly. “I cannot pass on my legacy to someone who shows no interest in continuing our family line.”
Her voice was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
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Sophie’s frustration boiled over as she stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.
“I’ve spent years building my career, investing time and energy to become who I am today,” she protested, her voice rising with each word. “And now, just because I haven’t married, you want to cut me off from the inheritance? That’s not fair!”
Evelyn looked up at her granddaughter, her expression unyielding.
“Life is about choices, Sophie. You chose your path, and now I am choosing mine.”
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Stung by the harsh reality of her grandmother’s words, Sophie felt a surge of emotion. She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang that echoed through the quiet house. She sat in her car, crying out in the night silence.
***
Sophie approached her grandmother’s challenge like another task at work, thus tackling it with due diligence.
She threw herself into the dating world, setting up profiles on several online dating sites, attending speed dating events, and even letting her friends set her up on blind dates. However, her experiences ranged from bizarre to downright disastrous.
One evening, she met Jason, who seemed charming at first. As they sat in a cozy restaurant, Jason leaned in.
“Do you know that the moon landing was staged?” he whispered conspiratorially. Sophie choked on her drink, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The date went downhill as Jason delved deeper into his conspiracy theories.
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Then she met Peter, who talked at length about his collection of exotic reptiles.
“And here’s a photo of my pets, Monty and Tweedy!” he exclaimed, showing Sophie pictures of his cat and dog on his shelf. Sophie smiled politely, her interest waning by the second.
Each date left Sophie more disillusioned. During a date at a quaint coffee shop, she slipped into managerial mode, discussing revenue streams and market dynamics, completely missing her date’s glazed-over expression.
These failed attempts and each awkward goodbye underscored her growing despair. She was utterly unprepared for this unpredictable world of dating.
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***
Back at the office, Sophie was scrolling through her phone, her latest date yet another letdown. She sighed and turned to Steven, her reliable assistant, who was busy organizing files.
“Steven, can we talk?” Sophie’s tone was serious.
“Sure, what’s up?” Steven asked, attentive.
Sophie hesitated, then blurted out, “I need a huge favor. I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a week.”
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She rushed on, “I’ll pay you, of course.”
Steven blinked, taken aback. “Pretend to be your boyfriend? Sophie, are you sure about this?”
“It’s just a week to get my grandmother off my back,” Sophie explained hastily. “We can call it off right after her birthday party.”
Seeing her distress, Steven agreed, albeit reluctantly. “Okay, I’ll do it. But let’s make it believable, at least.”
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They started spending more time together, exchanging basic information like favorite foods and hobbies.
Sophie, ever the perfectionist, turned their casual chats into intense interrogations about Steven’s background, his views on marriage, and even his credit score.
Realizing they needed a different approach, Steven suggested, “How about we spend this weekend at my cousin’s lake house? Just relax, be ourselves. It might help us be more convincing.”
Sophie agreed to Steven’s suggestion.
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***
“Okay, Steven, how hard can this be?” Sophie asked with a laugh, tying an apron around her waist as they stood in the small, rustic kitchen of the lake house. They were both attempting to cook dinner, an activity neither was exceptionally skilled at.
“According to my cousin, just throw everything in the pot and hope for the best,” Steven replied, chopping vegetables.
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The pot simmered on the stove while they tried their luck fishing by the lake. Standing side by side with fishing rods, they quickly realized they needed more talent for it. After several failed attempts, Sophie burst out laughing. “Why are we so bad at this?”
“It’s about spending time together, isn’t it?” Steven smiled in answer.
As night fell, they sat by a small fire pit, wrapped in warm blankets and sharing stories of their childhoods.
“You know, I used to think being strong meant doing everything alone,” Sophie confessed, her voice soft against the crackling of the fire. “But this… this is nice. Sharing moments, I mean.”
Steven nodded, passing her a marshmallow to roast.
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“Yeah, life’s better with good company. Even if it’s just roasting marshmallows and failing at fishing.”
By the end of the weekend, as they packed up to leave, Sophie realized she enjoyed Steven’s company far beyond the confines of their initial agreement.
“It’s strange,” Sophie mused as they drove back, “how a weekend can change so much.”
The atmosphere on their way home was warm and relaxed. Steven finally felt comfortable in the friendly setting and opened up about his dreams.
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“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he started, navigating the winding road. “This weekend helped me realize how much I want to pursue my dreams. I’ve always wanted to start my own business. Maybe a bakery or a café.”
Despite the warmth of their shared weekend, her initial self-interest shadowed her reaction. She remained silent, keeping her concerns to herself, not wanting to discourage him, and dreading the potential disruption to her plans.
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***
Sophie and Steven arrived at Evelyn’s elegant home, where Evelyn had organized a formal dinner to meet Steven, whom she had heard much about. The house was aglow with soft lights, and a gentle aroma of roasted meats and seasoned vegetables filled the air.
As they walked in, Evelyn greeted them with a beaming smile.
“Steven, I’m so pleased to meet you at last,” she exclaimed, offering a hand that Steven shook warmly.
“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. It’s an honor to be here,” Steven responded, his voice carrying genuine respect.
Steven was the epitome of charm and grace during the dinner, effortlessly engaging with other guests and sharing amusing anecdotes that brought smiles.
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Sophie, however, seemed distant. Despite the cozy atmosphere, her interactions with Steven were cold and formal, contrasting with the warmth they had shared over their weekend getaway.
After dinner, Evelyn noticed their tension as they retreated to the living room for dessert. She decided to find out what was going on.
“Sophie tells me you two had a wonderful weekend at the lake house, Steven. It must have been quite the getaway.” Her eyes twinkled with curiosity.
Steven glanced at Sophie, a hint of warmth in his expression.
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“Yes, it was amazing. We got to know each other beyond work.”
Sophie’s response was curt, almost dismissive. “It was a nice break,” she said, avoiding Steven’s eyes.
Sophie’s behavior puzzled Evelyn when Steven’s earnestness spoke volumes. As he excused himself to fetch some appetizers, Evelyn paused to talk privately with Sophie.
“Sophie, dear, what’s going on? I can see Steven cares deeply. Don’t play with his feelings,” Evelyn whispered, her voice stern yet concerned.
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Sophie masked her surprise with a feigned smile.
“Grandma, everything is fine. Steven and I are pleased. He’s even thinking about proposing soon,” she lied, hoping to appease her grandmother.
Evelyn, however, was only partially convinced. She nodded slowly, her doubts quietly mounting.
At that very moment, Steven reappeared, holding a plate of snacks. His timing was such that he likely overheard the conversation. His demeanor changed for the rest of the evening; he became quieter and more reserved.
When it was time to say goodbye, he nodded to Sophie and left without a word, his silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.
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***
The following day, the office felt colder and emptier. Sophie soon discovered why: Steven had resigned. He came to collect his belongings.
“I thought we were getting closer, Steven. What happened?” Sophie asked in confusion.
Steven sighed, his frustration evident.
“After the weekend, I thought we had something real. But you shut down and returned to treating me just as an assistant.”
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Sophie looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Steven. I just… I got scared.”
Steven shook his head, his decision firm.
“I need more than this, Sophie. And I can’t accept your money for the charade.”
He picked up his box, his shoulders set as he walked away, leaving Sophie alone with her regrets.
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***
Sophie spent the morning before Evelyn’s birthday party lost in thought, meticulously choosing her outfit, each piece selected to reflect a blend of respect and celebration.
As she dressed, her mind was awash with memories of Steven—their weekend at the lake, the arguments, the confessions, and finally, his resignation. The intensity of her feelings surprised her; she hadn’t realized just how deeply she had fallen for him until he was gone.
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When Sophie arrived at the party, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Steven mingling among the guests. Ever the astute matriarch, Evelyn, had extended the invitation to Steven, a gesture that spoke volumes of her fondness for him.
Sophie’s nervousness was palpable as she approached him, her palms sweaty, her heart pounding.
“Steven,” she began, shaky but sincere, “I owe you a huge apology.” She took a deep breath, gathering her courage.
“The truth is, I missed you terribly. But it’s more than that. Our pretending… it turned into something real for me. I feel for you, genuinely and deeply. I’m so sorry for all the deception—it started about my grandmother’s will, but it became about so much more.”
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Steven’s expression, initially guarded, softened as he listened to her words.
“Sophie,” he replied gently, “I forgive you. I was part of the charade, too, remember? I agreed because… well because I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while. I thought this might allow us to explore if something could be real between us.”
Evelyn had been quietly observing their moment of reconciliation until she chose to join them, her approach soft yet deliberate. She took a seat opposite Sophie, her eyes glinting with wisdom and a bit of mischief.
“Sophie, you’ve finally not disappointed me,” Evelyn said, a warm smile spreading across her face. “You’ve come to realize what truly matters. That’s why I’ll leave the inheritance to you and whatever family you build.”
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Her voice grew tender, “I never intended to follow through if you married just to meet the will’s conditions. I know you well enough, my dear. It wouldn’t have been right. All this was a test, a push to get you to look beyond your career achievements.”
Before the conversation could dip into awkward silence, Steven, ever the peacemaker, made a light-hearted announcement.
“And speaking of new beginnings, I’ve opened my own bakery.” His face lit up with pride.
“I’ve also baked a special birthday cake for tonight. It would mean a lot to me if everyone could come by the bakery sometime to enjoy some coffee and cake.”
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The evening unfolded with a celebratory air, the earlier tensions dissolving into laughter and shared stories. Friends and family gathered around, their conversations filled with admiration for Steven’s culinary skills and warm wishes for Evelyn’s continued health and happiness.
Evelyn watched the young couple, her heart full, knowing her unconventional method had ultimately led her granddaughter to reassess her priorities and embrace a future where personal connections held more weight than professional achievements.
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I Rushed to the Hospital After My Husband’s Serious Accident — Only to Find His ‘Other Wife’ at the Reception Asking to Visit Him
My marriage wasn’t perfect, but I thought I knew the man I had built a life with. That illusion shattered the moment I rushed to the hospital after my husband’s accident, only to find another woman there, claiming to be his wife too.
I never thought I’d be one of those women; the kind who discovers her entire marriage was a lie in the most ridiculous, soap opera-worthy way possible.
You know the type. The ones you read about online, the ones whose husbands lead secret lives with second families across town.
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I used to shake my head at their stories, thinking, How do you not know? How blind do you have to be?
But there I was, standing in the hospital lobby, frozen in shock.
Because the woman at the reception desk? The one frantically asking about my husband?
She was calling him her husband too.
And in that moment, I knew; Brian was about to regret every single lie he ever told.
It started with a phone call.
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I was at the sink, scrubbing away at a stubborn stain on a wine glass. The house was quiet, except for the low hum of the dishwasher. Brian had been away on one of his so-called “business trips” all week, and I was preparing for another night of mindless TV and leftover lasagna.
Then, my phone rang.
Unknown Number.
I almost ignored it. Probably spam. But something, some instinct I couldn’t explain, made me dry my hands and answer.
“Hello?”
A tight, professional voice responded, “Is this Ms. Donna?”
My stomach dropped. “Yes?”
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“This is St. Mary’s Hospital. Your husband, Brian, has been in a serious car accident. You need to come immediately.”
The world around me tilted.
I gripped the counter. “Is he—” My throat closed up.
“He’s alive,” the nurse reassured me. “But in critical condition. Please come quickly.”
My keys. My shoes. I barely remember grabbing them. My body moved on autopilot as I ran out the door, my mind racing with fear.
Brian. My husband. Lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life.
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I didn’t know that the real disaster was waiting for me at the hospital.
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and despair. I practically sprinted to the front desk, my pulse pounding in my ears.
“My husband, Brian,” I gasped. “He was in an accident. Where is he?”
The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with tired eyes, glanced at her screen. “Room 314. But—”
She stopped mid-sentence, looking over my shoulder.
I turned and that’s when I saw her.
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A woman. Maybe late twenties. Blonde, pretty, dressed casually in yoga pants and a sweatshirt. Her face was flushed with panic, her hands gripping the edge of the reception desk.
And the words that came out of her mouth made my blood turn to ice.
“I’m here to see my husband, Brian,” she told the receptionist.
My husband.
My. Husband.
I blinked, sure I misheard her. But the receptionist looked between us, confused.
“Uh… you both said you’re his wife?”
The woman, this stranger, turned to me, brows knitting together. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
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I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Who am I? Who the hell are you?”
Her face paled.
The silence stretched. Then, like puzzle pieces falling into place, realization hit us both at the same time.
We had been married to the same man.
For years.
The floor felt like it had vanished beneath me.
I gripped the reception desk, trying to breathe through the dizziness.
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Stephanie, that was her name, as I later learned, took a shaky step back, her mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Finally, she whispered, “That’s impossible. We’ve been in a civil marriage for five years.”
I let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh. “Try ten.”
Her eyes widened in horror.
We stared at each other, two strangers connected by the same man, the same lies.
The air between us crackled with a silent, shared realization.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
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The betrayal settled in. The rage boiled over.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Stephanie and I just stood there, staring at each other, the weight of our shared betrayal settling between us.
But then something happened.
We really looked at each other.
And instead of seeing a rival, I saw a woman just like me. Someone who had been lied to, manipulated, and made a fool of by the same man.
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And in that moment, I knew: Brian was about to have the worst wake-up call of his life.
We didn’t even need to say it out loud.
The plan formed between us in an instant, an unspoken understanding solidifying like concrete.
Stephanie turned to the receptionist. “Can we both go up?”
The woman looked nervous. “Only family is allowed.”
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I smiled sweetly, resting an elbow on the counter. “Oh, we’re family. Trust me.”
The receptionist hesitated, her eyes flickering between us. There was something about the way we stood — unified, brimming with quiet fury — that must’ve convinced her not to argue.
She exhaled sharply. “Fine. Room 314.”
Stephanie and I exchanged a look.
We walked side by side toward the elevator, silent but seething. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as we stepped inside.
Neither of us spoke.
But by the time we reached Brian’s room?
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We were smiling.
Because this man had no idea what was coming.
Brian was a mess.
Bruised, bandaged, and hooked up to machines, he looked half-conscious, his face pale against the stark white pillow.
When he spotted me, his expression shifted to relief. “Babe—thank God you’re here.”
Then his eyes flicked to the woman standing beside me.
And all the color drained from his face.
Stephanie smiled sweetly. “Hi, babe. Or should I say… husband?”
Brian looked like a deer caught in headlights. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
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I crossed my arms. “Hey, sweetheart. You remember Stephanie, don’t you?”
His breathing turned shallow. “I—I can explain—”
“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “You had a WHOLE SECOND LIFE, Brian. Two wives. Two homes. Two entire marriages.”
Stephanie smirked. “Classic narcissist behavior.”
Brian swallowed hard. “Listen—I never meant—”
“Save it,” I interrupted. “We’re not here for an apology. We’re here to give you a little news update.”
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His eyes darted between us, panic creeping in.
Stephanie leaned against the foot of the hospital bed, casually inspecting her nails. “Fun fact, Brian,” she said, her voice light. “Your hospital bill? Donna and I aren’t paying for it. You can rot here.”
Brian’s mouth parted in disbelief. “Wha—You can’t just leave me here!”
I tilted my head. “Oh, we can.”
Stephanie folded her arms. “And we will.”
Brian shifted in his bed, wincing. “Wait, wait—Stephanie, please. Baby…”
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Her expression hardened. “Baby? Oh, that’s rich. You had me thinking we were starting a family. We were looking at houses. You wanted a baby, Brian!”
I flinched. A baby? Jesus Christ. This was worse than I thought.
Brian squeezed his eyes shut. “I was—I was gonna tell you both—”
“Oh, yeah?” I scoffed. “When? On your deathbed? When you got caught? Oh wait—that already happened.”
Stephanie snorted.
Brian’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “Look, we can fix this—”
“Fix what?” I snapped. “You are the problem, Brian.”
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Stephanie shook her head. “And you know what’s funny? I defended you. I believed every lie you ever told me.”
Brian reached a hand toward her, wincing. “Steph, please, just listen…”
Stephanie took a slow step back, her voice eerily calm. “You don’t get to say my name. Not anymore.”
The silence was thick, suffocating.
Brian’s jaw clenched. His eyes flickered between us, desperate. “So what? That’s it? You’re both just leaving me?”
I gave him a mock-sympathetic look. “That’s the general idea, yeah.”
Stephanie smirked. “Hope you like hospital gowns, babe.”
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Brian opened his mouth to argue, maybe to beg.
But we were already gone.
Brian’s web of lies unraveled fast.
Turns out?
He wasn’t just a liar. He was a fraud.
His boss found out about the fake business trips; they were real, but he had been funding personal vacations with company money. He got fired immediately.
Stephanie and I both filed for divorce. Turns out, bigamy is very illegal, and Brian was looking at a very expensive legal battle.
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His family? Oh, they disowned him. His mother called me personally to apologize, crying about how she “raised him better than this.” (Spoiler: She did not.)
And his living situation?
Well, let’s just say when you lie to two wives and use their money to pay for your life, things tend to go south real quick.
He got evicted.
His credit was trashed.
And last I heard? He was living in his car.
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I never thought I’d be bonded for life to my husband’s other wife.
But Stephanie and I? We’re friends now. We meet for coffee every Sunday. We even went on a girls’ trip to Cancún last summer, paid for with the money we got from selling Brian’s precious collectibles.
As for Brian?
Well, karma did the rest of the work.
And I sleep great at night knowing that.
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If you found this story heartwarming, here’s another one: When my husband told me he had a work party to go to, I never suspected anything untoward until I received a call that made me stop in my tracks! What I heard on the other line had me grabbing my car keys to confront him and packing his things the next day!
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.
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