My Husband Rewrote His Will behind My Back, and I Can’t Forgive Him — Story of the Day

My husband helped me raise my daughters, although he was not their biological father. In the end, he made a huge decision on his own that changed my life and ruined everything.

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Years ago, I met Nicholas during the hardest time of my life. I was a single mother and had two daughters to feed. But we fell in love and got married in less than a year. We also moved into the most beautiful home I could imagine.

Nicholas had been divorced in the past and had a son he barely spoke to, Nick Jr. His ex-wife did everything in her power to stop Nicholas from seeing the kid. He hated her attitude and missed his son.

We moved into a beautiful house after our wedding. | Source: Shutterstock

We moved into a beautiful house after our wedding. | Source: Shutterstock

Therefore, he took on a fatherly role with my daughters and became the best dad they ever had. Eventually, they stopped calling him “stepfather.” He was just their dad. But that was more than 20 years ago. My daughters grew up and now have families of their own.

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Luckily, my eldest, Darlene, gave us two grandchildren. Nicholas adored those boys, and they visited often. They came for lunch one Sunday, and I wanted to talk to Darlene about something serious. My husband had told me something the night before that I wasn’t sure I could deal with at all.

I thought it was unfair, but I wanted my daughter’s honest opinion. Luckily, Nicholas planned to take the kids to the park. “Ok, Alice, honey. See you later,” he said, giving me a worried look because he knew I had been thinking about last night.

I had to talk to Darlene about what her father did. | Source: Pexels

I had to talk to Darlene about what her father did. | Source: Pexels

“Mom, what’s going on?” Darlene asked when we were finally alone.

“Oh, Darlene. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I don’t know if I’m being selfish or what,” I started.

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“Tell me. We’ll figure things out,” she told me.

“Last night, your father revealed something that I’m not sure I can forgive. He willed this big mansion to his son, Nick,” I explained.

“What? I thought he hadn’t spoken to Nick in years,” Darlene said, confused.

“He hasn’t! Ever since that big fight where Nick called him all kinds of names because Nicholas wouldn’t give him money,” I added.

“But then, he’s giving him this house? You live here too. You guys are married,” Darlene continued.

Darlene couldn't believe Nicholes would do this.  | Source: Pexels

Darlene couldn’t believe Nicholes would do this. | Source: Pexels

“That’s the problem, sweetheart. He just made that decision on his own without telling me anything about it. He showed me the will last night. It has been notarized and everything,” I said. “He is also giving him all the money in his bank account.”

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“I can’t believe Dad would do this,” Darlene said. “I mean…I wasn’t expecting anything for my sister or me. But he completely disregarded us…his family for 20 years.”

“That’s how I feel. Like after all this time, we were never his real family! His son has treated him horribly for so long, and I know that his horrible mother influenced him. But still…I don’t know what to do,” I finished and dried the tears running down my face.

We always had a seemingly great relationship. | Source: Pexels

We always had a seemingly great relationship. | Source: Pexels

“I’m just in shock. You guys have had the perfect relationship for so long. My husband and I talked about it all the time. I can’t believe Dad would do this,” Darlene muttered. “Let me call Rosaline. Let’s see what she thinks.”

“Dad did what?!” Rosaline yelled through the speakerphone. “I can’t believe it. I don’t want his money, but I can’t believe he wouldn’t want Mom to be set for life if anything happens.”

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“Yeah, that’s how I feel,” Darlene told her sister. Meanwhile, I was still crying softly.

“Well, I’m sorry. I consider him my father, but I won’t tolerate this. Mom, you have rights to the house and the money. We are taking legal action NOW!” Rosaline exclaimed and hung up.

I didn't want to take legal action, but my daughters insisted. | Source: Pexels

I didn’t want to take legal action, but my daughters insisted. | Source: Pexels

“I didn’t want to take this any further. He’s my husband, and I know he wants to take care of Nick Jr. because he wasn’t there most of his life,” I told Darlene, hoping that she would convince her sister to back down.

“No, Mom. That wasn’t Dad’s fault or yours. What are you going to do if something happens? You would be left homeless and penniless. Rosaline is right. We have no option unless he changes his will,” Darlene coaxed.

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“I’ll try to talk to him,” I said tentatively. But I knew Nicholas. I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. I talked to him that night after Darlene left with her kids. Nicholas wouldn’t budge, so I packed my things and went to stay at Rosaline’s house.

Our relationship was ruined, but at least, I wasn't homeless and penniless. | Source: Pexels

Our relationship was ruined, but at least, I wasn’t homeless and penniless. | Source: Pexels

We took him to court but gave him many chances to change his mind. In the end, Nicholas decided to sell the big house and give me half the price. I didn’t want to divorce him, but there was no other option. So I received half our savings as well.

He ruined our relationship. My daughters and I never saw him again. In the end, he didn’t consider us family at all.

What can we learn from this story?

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  • Money troubles can ruin everything. Nicholas disregarded part of his family in favor of his son, and in the end, he ruined his marriage.
  • You have to protect yourself. Alice didn’t want to take her husband to court, but her daughters wanted to protect her.

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My Mom Called Me from Her Honeymoon Begging Me to Save Her from Her New Husband

When my mom called me from her honeymoon, begging me to save her from her new husband, I thought she was in real danger. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what she told me or how I had to step in to fix it.

I’ve always been close to my mom, Diane.

She’s been my rock, my best friend, and the person who taught me everything about love and resilience. But after my dad passed away 10 years ago, things changed.

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

She became quiet, and withdrawn, like a shadow of the vibrant woman she used to be. She barely called or texted anymore, and every time I tried to check in, she insisted she was fine.

But I could tell she wasn’t.

One day, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I called her and said, “Mom, why don’t you come stay with me for a while? It’ll be fun. We can binge-watch those cooking shows you love and eat way too much ice cream.”

A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

At first, she resisted, but after a bit of cajoling, she finally agreed.

A week later, she moved into my guest room, and I made it my mission to bring her back to life.

I started encouraging her to get out of the house, make new friends, and attend neighborhood events.

“You’re still young, Mom,” I told her. “You deserve to have fun and meet people. Dad would want that for you.”

A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

To be honest, that wasn’t the easiest thing to do.

She’d sigh and roll her eyes whenever I suggested going to a book club or joining a gardening group. But eventually, she started saying yes.

Slowly but surely, I saw the spark return to her eyes. She started laughing more, talking about her new friends, and even picking up some of her old hobbies.

I was so relieved to see this side of her again.

Then, about a year ago, Mom told me about Greg. She invited him over for lunch one day.

A man standing in a room | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a room | Source: Midjourney

“He’s just a friend,” she said, but the way her cheeks turned pink told me otherwise.

Greg was a tall, silver-haired man with kind eyes and a soft-spoken demeanor. He seemed sweet, the kind of man who would hold doors open and always say please and thank you.

After he left, I couldn’t help teasing her.

“So, Mom, is Greg really just a friend, or is there more to the story?”

Her blush deepened.

A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

“Well, umm… he’s, uh, he’s my boyfriend,” she admitted.

“OMG, what?” I looked at her with wide eyes. “Mom! You never told me about him!”

“I didn’t know how to…” she said. “I mean—”

“I’m so happy for you, Mom!” I cut her off and pulled her into a hug. “That’s so, so amazing!”

“But, uh,” she began. “Do you think it’s okay? I mean, dating someone else after your dad… is that fine?”

A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, of course, it’s okay,” I put my hands on her shoulders. “You deserve to be happy. Think about Dad. He always wanted to see you happy, right? He’d want you to move forward and do things in life. You can’t put your life on hold forever, can you?”

Her eyes glistened as she nodded. “You’re right. I just… I hope I’m doing the right thing.”

“You are,” I said firmly. “Greg seems like a great guy. And you’re allowed to have a second chance at happiness.”

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

From that moment, she fully embraced her relationship with Greg. They dated for a while, and when he proposed, she said yes.

Their wedding was a small but beautiful ceremony, filled with love and laughter. As I watched my mom walk down the aisle, I thought to myself, Maybe this is her happily ever after.

And for a while, it seemed like everything was perfect. But then I received the phone call that sent a shiver down my spine.

A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

So, after their wedding, Mom and Greg left for their honeymoon in the Florida Keys. It was Mom’s dream trip, and she deserved every bit of it.

I was so happy for her.

My phone rang the day after they arrived, and I saw her name on the screen. Naturally, I assumed she was calling to gush about how amazing everything was.

“Mom!” I answered cheerfully. “How’s paradise?”

But her shaky voice on the other end told me something was wrong.

A woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

“Kayla,” she whispered. “Please. Come and save me from him. I beg you.”

“Mom, what’s going on?” I asked as I sat up straight. “Are you okay?”

“It’s Greg,” she said. “He’s not who I thought he was.”

My mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

“What do you mean? Did he do something? Is he dangerous?” I was already grabbing my car keys, ready to drive to Florida if I had to.

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A car key | Source: Pexels

She took a deep breath.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said bitterly. “But he brought his kids, and their kids, on our honeymoon. And he expects me to babysit them.”

“Wait… what?”

“Yesterday, he said he had a surprise for me,” she explained. “I thought it was going to be something romantic, like a sunset dinner or a couples’ massage. Instead, his adult children showed up with their toddlers in tow.”

A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t believe Greg was capable of doing something so absurd.

“There are four of them, Kayla. Four,” Mom cried. “And now I’m stuck babysitting while Greg spends all his time with his kids.”

“You mean to tell me he brought his entire family on your honeymoon? Without asking you?”

“Yes!” she cried. “And now he’s saying that since I’m ‘the new mom,’ it’s my job to help out. Help out! On my honeymoon! What does he think he’s doing?”

I could hear the frustration and exhaustion in her voice.

A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

My mom, the woman who had given up everything to raise me after my dad passed away, was being treated like a nanny on what was supposed to be the happiest trip of her life.

I felt a wave of anger rush through my body.

“That’s insane!” I snapped. “Who does he think he is? Don’t worry, Mom. I’m coming, and we’re putting an end to this nonsense.”

“Kayla, you don’t have to—”

“No, Mom,” I interrupted, my voice steely. “I’m not letting him treat you like this. Pack your bags. I’ll be there by morning.”

A woman sitting near a window | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting near a window | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I arrived at the resort. I was in such a beautiful place, but unfortunately, I wasn’t there to relax. I was there to fight. To tell Greg he couldn’t mistreat my mother.

To make my point crystal clear, I decided to lean into the absurdity of the situation.

Before heading to the resort, I stopped at a store and grabbed a few props. A bright pink kid’s sun hat, a bib, and a pacifier.

If Greg wanted to turn my mom into a nanny, I’d show him exactly how ridiculous that was.

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

When I walked into the resort’s outdoor lounge, I spotted Greg immediately.

He was lounging by the pool with his adult kids, completely unaware of what was heading his way.

Mom was nowhere to be seen, and I could only assume she was stuck babysitting.

I straightened my pink hat, stuck the pacifier in my mouth, and stormed up to him.

“Daddy!” I called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Where’s Mommy? I want my juice box!”

The look on Greg’s face was priceless.

A man standing in a resort | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a resort | Source: Midjourney

His laughter vanished the moment he saw me.

“Kayla,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving my mom,” I said as I yanked the pacifier out of my mouth. “And calling you out on your nonsense while I’m at it.”

Before he could respond, I turned to his grown children, who were now staring at me with wide eyes.

“Hi, everyone!” I said, plastering on a fake smile. “I’m Kayla, Greg’s other kid, apparently. The one he forgot to mention when he invited the rest of you to my mom’s honeymoon and turned her into a babysitter.”

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

One of his daughters stammered, “We… we didn’t mean—”

“Oh, save it,” I interrupted. “Let me guess, he told you my mom would be happy to watch your kids so you could enjoy a nice vacation, right? Did he mention it’s supposed to be her honeymoon? You know, the trip where she was supposed to be relaxing, not changing diapers?”

At that moment, my mom appeared, holding a wailing toddler on her hip and looking like she hadn’t slept in days.

I walked over to her and gently took the toddler from her arms.

A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

“Here you go,” I said, handing the child back to one of Greg’s kids. “Pretty sure this one’s yours. Maybe try taking care of your own children instead of dumping them on a woman you barely know.”

“Kayla!” Greg snapped. “That’s enough. You’re making a scene.”

“Oh, am I?” I shot back, crossing my arms. “You dragged your entire family into what was supposed to be a romantic getaway with your new wife. And you’ve been treating her like a nanny instead of a partner. What kind of man does that?”

A serious woman | Source: Midjourney

A serious woman | Source: Midjourney

“It’s a family trip!” Greg argued. “She’s part of the family now. Helping out is what families do.”

“No,” I said firmly. “She’s your wife, not your maid. She didn’t sign up to spend her honeymoon babysitting. And honestly, the fact that you thought this was okay tells me everything I need to know about you.”

That’s when one of Greg’s daughters started apologizing.

“We didn’t mean to cause trouble,” she mumbled. “Dad said she’d be fine with it…”

A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

“Of course, he did,” I said bitterly. “Because he didn’t bother to ask her.”

The crowd around the pool was utterly silent, watching the scene unfold. Greg looked like he wanted to disappear, but I wasn’t done yet.

“Pack your bags, Mom,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

She hesitated, glancing at Greg. “But… what about—”

“No,” I cut her off. “You don’t owe him anything. He disrespected you, and you deserve better.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the pool area, while Greg mumbled excuses.

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A close-up shot of a man’s face | Source: Midjourney

On the drive home, Mom stayed quiet for the longest time. She kept staring out of the window before finally speaking up.

“Thank you, Kayla,” she said softly. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Mom,” I said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “You’ve always been there for me. I’m just returning the favor.”

She gave me a small, teary smile. “I thought he loved me.”

“Someone who loves you wouldn’t treat you like that,” I said. “You deserve someone who puts you first.”

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A woman driving | Source: Pexels

“You’re right,” she nodded. “I’m done with Greg.”

When we got home, she blocked his number and started looking into annulments.

Meanwhile, karma turned Greg’s life upside down. His kids weren’t too thrilled about being dragged into his honeymoon scheme, and they stopped speaking to him after finding out what he did.

Last I heard, he was spending his days alone, wondering where it all went wrong.

I can’t explain how relieved I feel after saving Mom from being exploited for her kindness. I’m grateful she decided to call me that day instead of quietly looking after that man’s grandkids and keeping up with his insane logic.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

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