When I found a pair of women’s underwear in my husband’s pocket, my world turned upside down. What started as innocent help for our elderly neighbor spiraled into a web of suspicion, secrets, and a mysterious young woman I never saw coming.
Chris and I have been married for ten years. We live in a quiet suburban neighborhood, the kind of place where everyone knows each other, and nothing much ever happens. It’s peaceful. It’s safe. We’ve built a simple life here.
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Our next-door neighbor, Mrs. Wilson, is like family. She’s a sweet woman in her 60s, and she lives alone. She’s had some health issues lately, so Chris started helping her with little things around the house. At first, it was just simple stuff.
“Chris, could you fix the leaky faucet?” Mrs. Wilson would ask. Or “Can you help me move this chair?”
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Chris never minded. He’s always been the helpful type. And Mrs. Wilson, well, she’s been like a grandmother to everyone on the block. So, I didn’t think much of it. It was normal for him to lend her a hand. It felt good to know we were helping someone who needed it.
But after a few weeks, things started to change. Chris was spending more and more time over there. What used to be a quick trip to fix something turned into hours. Sometimes, he’d be gone half the day.
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One afternoon, I asked him, “What’s taking so long over there?”
He looked a little surprised by my question. “Oh, Mrs. Wilson just needed some extra help today. We ended up talking for a while. She’s lonely, you know.”
It made sense, I guess. She didn’t have anyone else to talk to. But still, something didn’t feel right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it. I didn’t say anything, though. I didn’t want to seem paranoid.
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Then, a week later, I found something that made my heart stop.
I was doing laundry, emptying Chris’ pockets like I always do, when I pulled out a pair of women’s underwear. Lacy, small — definitely not mine. My hands trembled as I held them. My mind raced. Where did these come from? Why did Chris have them? My stomach twisted into knots as a thousand horrible thoughts flashed through my head.
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Was he cheating on me? With Mrs. Wilson? No, that couldn’t be. She was elderly and frail. It didn’t make sense. But if not her, then who?
I shoved the underwear back into his pocket, my heart pounding. I couldn’t confront him. Not yet. I needed more information. But more than anything, I needed proof.
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That night, I could barely sleep. My mind kept replaying everything over and over again. Every excuse Chris had made, every long visit to Mrs. Wilson’s. Was he really helping her, or was something else going on? I didn’t know what to believe.
The next day, I decided to watch him. I needed to see for myself what was happening when he went over there.
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So, when Chris left to “help Mrs. Wilson,” I waited about thirty minutes. Then, I quietly slipped out the back door, making my way through the yard, my heart racing in my chest. I felt ridiculous, sneaking around like this, but I had to know the truth.
When I reached Mrs. Wilson’s house, I crouched low by the window. I could hear voices inside, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Slowly, I raised myself up just enough to peek inside.
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And that’s when I saw her.
There, lounging on the couch in a lacy robe, was a young woman. She was much younger than Mrs. Wilson, maybe in her twenties. She looked so comfortable, so at home. My heart nearly stopped. Who was she? And why was she in Mrs. Wilson’s house?
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My mind jumped to the worst possible conclusion. Had Chris been sneaking around with this woman? Was this the real reason he was spending so much time there? I felt sick.
I ducked back down, my head spinning. I couldn’t stay there any longer. I needed answers, but I wasn’t sure I could handle them.
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That night, I couldn’t keep it inside anymore. As soon as Chris walked through the door, I felt my heart racing. I had to know the truth, even if it tore me apart.
“We need to talk,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. I stood in the kitchen, gripping the counter.
Chris looked at me, confused. “What’s going on?”
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I reached into my pocket, pulling out the lacy underwear I had found in his jeans. “I found this.”
His face went pale. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could feel the tension crackling in the air between us.
“Why,” I continued, my voice trembling, “do you have another woman’s underwear in your pocket? And who is the woman I saw at Mrs. Wilson’s house today? The one in the robe?”
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Chris blinked, and for a second, I thought he might deny everything. But then he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
“Okay, I can explain,” he said, his voice quiet. “Just… let me explain.”
I folded my arms, waiting. My heart was pounding in my chest.
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“The woman you saw… that’s Amy. She’s Mrs. Wilson’s granddaughter,” Chris began, his eyes searching mine for any sign of belief. “She moved in a few weeks ago to help take care of her. Mrs. Wilson’s health has been getting worse, and Amy’s been staying with her to help out.”
I frowned. “Then why didn’t you tell me? Why was she lounging around in a robe like she owned the place? And the underwear — how do you explain that?”
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Chris looked pained, running his hand through his hair. “I didn’t tell you because… well, I knew how it might look. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, but obviously that backfired. As for the underwear, Mrs. Wilson asked if I could throw Amy’s laundry in with ours since I was already helping around the house.”
I stared at him, unsure what to think. His explanation made sense, but it also felt like it left too many gaps. Why hadn’t he just told me about Amy from the start? Why was he over there so much?
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“Chris, I feel like you’ve been hiding things from me,” I said, my voice soft but strained. “You’ve been spending so much time there, and I’ve felt like you’re pulling away. I didn’t know what to think.”
Chris reached out, taking my hands. “I swear, nothing’s going on. I’m just trying to help out. I didn’t mean to make you feel this way, and I’m so sorry I didn’t explain things sooner. I should have.”
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I pulled my hands back, biting my lip. I wanted to believe him. But could I?
The next day, I decided to go straight to the source. I needed to hear it from Mrs. Wilson herself. I walked over to her house, feeling a knot of nerves tightening in my stomach. What if Chris wasn’t telling the truth? What if this was something more?
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When I knocked on the door, Mrs. Wilson answered with her usual warm smile. “Oh, dear, come on in,” she said, opening the door wide. Her frail frame moved slowly as she led me into the living room.
Amy was sitting on the couch, but this time, she was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She looked up in surprise when she saw me.
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“Hi,” I said, trying to sound casual, though I felt anything but. “I just… wanted to clear something up.”
Mrs. Wilson sat down in her armchair, looking from me to Amy, clearly sensing my unease. “What’s on your mind, dear?”
I took a deep breath and explained everything: how I’d found the underwear, how I’d seen Amy lounging around in a robe, and how Chris had been spending so much time in their home without telling me about Amy.
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Amy’s eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry. I had no idea Chris didn’t tell you about me. I’ve been staying here to help Grandma, and he’s been such a huge help. I didn’t mean for anything to seem weird.”
Mrs. Wilson nodded. “Chris has been a godsend, really. I didn’t want to burden him, but he’s been insistent on helping with everything.”
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I felt a bit of relief wash over me, but there was still a part of me that wasn’t entirely convinced. I smiled politely, trying to hide my lingering doubt.
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said, my voice tight. “I guess I just misunderstood.”
Later that evening, I called my sister. She had always been the one to give it to me straight, even when I didn’t want to hear it.
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After I explained everything, there was a long pause on the other end of the phone.
“Listen,” my sister finally said, her voice serious. “I don’t want to make you paranoid, but are you sure Mrs. Wilson doesn’t have her own agenda?”
I blinked, stunned by the thought. “You think she’s trying to push them together?”
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“It wouldn’t be the first time an older woman played matchmaker,” my sister said. “Look, I’m not saying Chris is doing anything wrong. But Mrs. Wilson might be trying to stir the pot, and you don’t want to be blindsided. Just keep an eye on things.”
Her words left me feeling more confused than ever. Was there something more going on, or was I letting my imagination run wild again?
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I hung up the phone, staring at the wall. I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. All I knew was that I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
The next day, I decided to stop playing games and talk to Mrs. Wilson directly. If there was anyone who could give me the answers I needed, it was her. I marched over to her house, heart pounding, determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.
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When she opened the door, she greeted me with her usual warm smile. “Oh, dear. It’s you again! Come on in. What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
I stepped inside, trying to stay calm. “Mrs. Wilson, I’m not sure what to think, but I feel like something’s going on that I need to know about. Something that you didn’t tell me about the last time we talked.”
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Her smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker in her eyes — something that made me uneasy. She led me into the living room and gestured for me to sit. I remained standing.
“Well, dear, like I said before, there’s nothing to worry about,” she began. “Chris has been such a blessing to me, helping out around the house. And Amy, well, she’s been staying with me to take care of things I can’t manage.”
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“But why does it feel like there’s something more happening here?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Mrs. Wilson sighed, her gaze softening as if she pitied me. “You’re a smart girl. I suppose there’s no point in hiding it anymore.”
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My heart skipped a beat. “Hiding what?” I demanded, my voice rising.
She leaned back in her chair, her expression cool and calculated. “I’ve watched Chris for years. He’s a wonderful man, a provider, a hard worker. You’re lucky to have him, but you see… not everyone is as fortunate as you. Amy’s young, beautiful, and she deserves a man like Chris — someone who can take care of her, provide for her in the way she deserves.”
I stood there, frozen in shock. “You were trying to set him up with your granddaughter?”
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Mrs. Wilson didn’t flinch. “Amy needs a good man, and Chris… well, sometimes men can be tempted, especially by someone younger and more… suitable for their needs. I thought maybe he’d see how much better his life could be with her.”
I felt the room spin around me. This seemingly sweet, grandmotherly woman had been plotting to break up my marriage, using her granddaughter as bait. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut.
“You’re insane,” I spat, my voice trembling with anger. “Chris loves me. He would never—”
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Mrs. Wilson raised a brow, her voice cool. “Men don’t always make the right choices, dear. I just thought I’d give him an opportunity. It’s up to him, of course.”
I stormed out of the house, my mind racing. How could she do this? How could she think she could manipulate Chris like that?
When I got home, I told Chris everything — Mrs. Wilson’s confession and her twisted plan to push him toward Amy. He looked horrified.
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“I had no idea she was doing that,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought I was just helping her. I swear, nothing’s been going on. I love you, and I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Tears filled my eyes as I realized the depth of Mrs. Wilson’s betrayal. But Chris’ sincerity broke through my fear. I believed him.
We decided to cut all ties with Mrs. Wilson. Chris stopped going over to help her, and we made sure Amy knew exactly what her grandmother had been trying to pull.
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Amy, to my surprise, was just as disgusted as we were. She apologized profusely, saying she had no idea what her grandmother had been planning.
A few weeks later, I heard from a neighbor that Mrs. Wilson had fallen ill and moved into a care home. She wouldn’t be meddling in anyone’s life anymore.
Looking back, I’m grateful that I trusted my instincts and confronted the situation head-on. Mrs. Wilson’s plan backfired, and in the end, her manipulation drove her away from the life she thought she could control. Karma, it seems, has a way of working things out.
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So yeah, readers, my elderly neighbor was trying to woo my husband for her granddaughter. It almost tore me apart, but in the end, I found out the truth and shut it down. Some people just can’t resist stirring trouble — but thankfully, karma has a way of catching up with them.
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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Husband Returns from Business Trip and Sees Newborn Baby on Table with Two Notes beside — Story of the Day
A man is accused of being the father of a baby abandoned on his doorstep and it costs him his marriage and his way of life.
Kyle Greenbecker had spent a year working on an oil pipeline in Alaska, but finally, he was on his way home to his beautiful wife. He and Lisa met in high school, and Kyle had never regretted marrying her at nineteen.
Maybe he was old-fashioned, but Kyle was proud that Lisa was the only woman he’d been intimate with in his life. He didn’t need and didn’t want anyone else. It never occurred to him that Lisa would ever doubt him — and with good reason.
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When his plane landed, Kyle collected his luggage and walked out with the other passengers, scanning the crowd for Lisa’s beloved face, but she wasn’t there to pick him up.
Probably, Kyle thought, she’d been held up at work with some emergency. He sent her a quick text telling her he was on his way home but got no reply. He hopped into an Uber and in an hour he was walking up to his front door.
The lights were on in the lounge, but Lisa wasn’t there. He made his way to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, stunned. Resting on top of the kitchen table was a bassinet, and Kyle could see a small arm waving aimlessly.
He took a step closer. There was a bassinet with a baby on his kitchen table! The child was looking back at Kyle with that astonished look babies have, and Kyle stared back just as astonished.
Then he saw a folded paper on the table next to the bassinet. He picked it up and unfolded it. Inside was another sheet of paper with a message in a handwriting he didn’t recognize: “You had your fun, now take responsibility for your child.”
Meanwhile, the note addressed to him in Lisa’s elegant script read:
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“Kyle, yesterday I found this child on our doorstep with that note attached. I always suspected you cheated on me during your business trips, but I didn’t hold a grudge on you for that — after all, I had plenty of flings while you were away — but saddling me with someone else’s child is too much. I’ve filed for a divorce, and I earnestly hope I will never see you again.
“P.S. And about the baby, don’t worry, I only left when I saw you walk up the drive. Enjoy your life, Kyle, I certainly intend to enjoy mine.”
Kyle sat down and dropped his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. This child wasn’t his, he’d never cheated on Lisa, ever! A soft cooing sound made him raise his head.
The baby was waving its little hand in the air, so Kyle brought his own hand closer and to his surprise, the child grabbed onto his index finger with incredible strength.
“Well, baby,” Kyle said. “I guess it’s just us two, and I don’t know what to do with you!”
The baby cooed again and gurgled, then screwed up his face in an alarming way and turned bright red. “Oh my God!” cried Kyle. “What’s happening?” A certain smell quickly elucidated him.
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Yep, it was diaper time. But was there even a diaper? On the floor next to the table was a large backpack with several snap pockets that he’d never seen before. Kyle found a bewildering array of items inside and the diapers.
He quickly googled diaper change and watched carefully as a woman on YouTube demonstrated on a life-like doll how to change a diaper.
Kyle started following her instructions but things didn’t run that smoothly. The woman’s life-like doll didn’t move its legs, or sink its kicking heels in the stinking and unmentionable contents of the dirty diaper! After wiping the baby clean, Kyle realized it was a girl, and he didn’t know anything about girls!
“I won’t be giving you dating advice,” he told the baby solemnly. “But I can teach you how to ride a bike.”
Kyle realized in that moment that he intended to keep this baby.
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He picked up the freshly diapered baby and said, “You need me, and I guess I need you too. So how about it, kid?”
Kyle once again consulted the YouTube baby-guru to prepare the formula and settled the baby in the crook of his arm for her feed.
“You need a name, you know that? How about… Celeste? Do you like that? Or Lily…”
If anyone had told Kyle that he would settle into fatherhood so easily and so smoothly he would never have believed it. Lily had her moments and her tantrums, but somehow things worked out.
Kyle registered Lily as his child and enrolled her in daycare. For him, her birthday was on the day he’d found her. But it was on Lily’s second birthday that Kyle’s world fell apart.
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A woman knocked on her door. “I’ve come for my baby,” she said. Kyle just looked at her. She was tall, blonde, and thin, with huge breasts that were obviously a product of a plastic surgeon’s art.
“Your what?” Kyle asked.
A real parent is the one who loves and cherishes the child.
“My baby,” she snapped. “I left her here two years ago? Sorry about that, but I was a bit stoned and my boyfriend lives on the next block over and I got confused. You know how it is!”
“Sorry, I don’t know how that is because I’ve never abandoned a child on anyone’s doorstep,” Kyle said coldly. “I’d get a move on if I were you, or I’ll call the police.”
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“Now look here,” the woman said sharply. “I figured I made a mistake about a week later when Burt didn’t take my calls, but now I need that baby!”
“You need her?” asked Kyle angrily. “What do you need her for?”
“Burt just got himself a Major League contract,” the woman said. “And that baby’s gone make sure some of those millions land in my bank account!”
Kyle ran the woman off, but he had a feeling he hadn’t seen the last of her. He was right. A week later he was summoned to family court. A Miss Cherish Vegas was contesting his adoption of baby Lily.
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Suddenly, Kyle was showered with injunctions, was visited by Social Services at odd hours of the day or night, and his friends and co-workers were being questioned. Cherish really meant to get her hands on those millions!
Finally, the day of the hearing arrived. Kyle nervously handed over Lily to the social worker for the duration of the hearing and walked in. Cherish was there, of course, and a tall man with Lily’s blue eyes was on her side of the court. This could only be the famous Burt!
Cherish cried and sniveled and told the judge how much she loved and missed her baby, and how her wild college days (now long past and deeply regretted) had led her to place her in Kyle’s care.
The judge looked down at the papers in front of her. “By in his care, you mean on his porch, isn’t that right, Miss Vegas?” asked the judge.
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Cherish flushed red. “Well, I’m still her mama! No one can deny that!” she screamed.
The judge looked at Burt. “You sir, you are the father?”
Burt lumbered to his feet and said, “I guess I must be…”
The judge fixed him with a flinty eye. “Are you prepared and able to take on the parental responsibilities for this child?”
Cherish screamed, “You bet he is, judge, he just signed a three million dollar contract to play ball…”
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“Oh!” cried the judge. “Finally, the truth is out! Tell me, Miss Vegas, what name did you give your daughter?”
“Name?” asked Cherish, confused. “Why, she’ll have her daddy’s name., since he’ll be paying child support!”
Kyle stood up. “Your honor,” he said. “May I address the court?”
“Yes, Mr. Greenbecker,” said the judge. “Please do.”
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“Ma’am, my daughter’s name is Lily, and she does have her father’s name — mine. Since the moment that child came into my life I’ve loved her, and she loves me.”
At that moment, Lily, who had been playing with the social worker’s necklace noticed that Kyle was standing up. “Daddy!” she cried and stretched out her arms.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems to me that the case has been decided by the principal party,” the judge said. “I hereby overturn all claims of custody of the child Lily Grennbecker and confirm Kyle Greenbecker’s custody and adoption.
That night, Kyle celebrated his victory in court and he and Lily spent the evening catching lightning bugs in the garden. “Stars!” cried Lily. But for Kyle, the brightest star of all was his little girl.
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What can we learn from this story?
- A real parent is one who loves and cherishes the child. Kyle took care of Lily and loved her as if she were his own.
- A heartless woman will use anyone, even her child, for profit. Cherish didn’t want Lily, she just wanted Burt’s money.
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