When I married my husband, I thought we both wanted the same things. I carried the whole household, thinking I was supporting him in whatever work he did from his home office until I discovered what the “work” actually was.
For the past three years, I’d been married to Jake, a man who called himself “the busiest man on Earth.” That’s how he justified locking himself away in his home office for hours on end. But one day I became privy to his “work,” and everything changed between us.
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Jake often spoke of “building our future,” a phrase he used so often it might as well have been his motto. I believed him. I wanted to. Isn’t that what love is? Supporting your partner, even when it’s hard?
To ease his stress, I took on all the other work. I raised our two children, managed the house, and even worked part-time to help stretch our tight budget. But lately, everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers—our finances, my sanity, and, most painfully, my trust in Jake.
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Although our bills were always late and the struggle was constant, I trusted him when he promised that he was “so close” to a breakthrough. He spent most of his days locked in his bare “office,” saying he was in “important meetings” or “crunching numbers.”
I was forced to adjust our whole lives to support him, including keeping the children as quiet as possible and timing my chores to avoid disturbing him. Our days followed a predictable pattern.
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Jake would wake up early, scarf down breakfast with a quick “Got a big meeting today,” and then disappear into his so-called “war room.” He called it that as if he were strategizing for a global takeover. But for all his ambition, our bills remained overdue.
But yesterday was different, and things changed drastically from that point onward…
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It was a Wednesday, the kind of day that dragged on forever. The kids were out of school, which meant extra chaos because they became restless. Tyler, my youngest, kept running circles around the dining table with the dog barking in gleeful harmony.
My older daughter, Mia, was practicing her cartwheels in the living room. All the while, I scrubbed the kitchen counters, trying to keep some semblance of order while also making an effort to be as quiet as possible.
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“Keep it down!” I hissed at Tyler as he whooshed past me. “Daddy’s working.”
“But Mommy,” he whined, clutching the dog’s collar, “Scruffy wants to play!”
I sighed. I didn’t have it in me to argue. Jake had locked himself in his office hours ago. He’d reminded us at breakfast, “I’ve got a critical meeting today. Zero interruptions.” I nodded, like always, though the words stung. Zero interruptions had become our family’s unofficial rule.
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As I wiped down the stove, my mind wandered. When was the last time Jake and I really talked? Not about bills or the kids, but about us? About anything real? I shook off the thought, focusing on the task at hand.
Then it happened.
When Tyler ran through chasing the dog, he frightened me and the frying pan slipped from my hand, clanging against the tile floor with a sound so loud it made Mia scream and my son laugh.
“Oops!” Tyler giggled, his hands flying to his mouth.
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The next moment, Jake burst out of his office, his face red and eyes blazing! “Can YOU not keep it down for one single minute?!” he roared, startling the kids into silence. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is during a work meeting?”
I froze, clutching the counter for support. “Jake, I—”
He cut me off, his voice dripping with frustration. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? I’m in there busting my ass, and you can’t even manage to keep things quiet!”
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The kids were staring at us, wide-eyed and silent. Tyler clung to Scruffy’s fur as if the dog could shield him from the tension. I opened my mouth to apologize, but then I heard it, a woman’s voice. Soft, playful, and utterly out of place in our home.
I turned toward the office door, my stomach tightening. “Jake,” I said slowly, “who’s in there?”
His face turned from anger to panic in an instant. “It’s just a client,” he stammered, blocking the doorway. “Stay out of it.”
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But I wasn’t buying it! My gut twisted with suspicion as I pushed past him and stepped into the room.
The sight before me was surreal! The computer screen displayed a bright, cartoonish online game. In the corner of the screen was a video call window, and inside it was a bubbly, animated avatar labeled “SUZYLOVELY88.” The avatar giggled as if this were the funniest thing in the world.
“What is this?” My voice came out shaky but firm.
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Jake’s panic morphed into indignation. “It’s my hobby,” he said, puffing out his chest like he always did when cornered. “You’re always so boring! I need an escape! Suzy gets me. She’s fun to talk to, unlike you.”
I felt like I’d been slapped!
“Your hobby?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’ve been locking yourself in here, pretending to work, while I’ve been breaking my back to keep this family afloat? And for what? To talk to some stranger online?!”
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“She’s not just some stranger!” Jake snapped, his face flushed. “She actually listens to me, which is more than I can say for you.”
I blinked, stunned into silence. The kids peeked around the corner, their curious eyes darting between us. I gestured for them to go to their rooms, and thankfully, they obeyed.
Turning back to Jake, I felt my anger boil over. “Do you hear yourself?” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.
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“I’ve sacrificed everything for you—for us! And you’ve been sitting here, wasting time on this… this nonsense?”
Jake scoffed, his bravado crumbling. “Maybe if you weren’t so naggy and exhausted all the time, I wouldn’t need this.”
Tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t care. Getting angry again, he added, “You know what? I’m done! I’m going to Suzy! She actually makes me happy!”
He stormed out of the office, grabbed a duffel bag from the bedroom closet, and started stuffing in clothes without looking at me. I followed him, trying to talk some sense into him, but he wouldn’t listen. And just like that, he was gone.
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The next day passed in a blur. I vacillated between anger, heartbreak, and an odd sense of relief. The house felt quieter, not just physically but emotionally. The kids kept asking when Daddy was coming home, and I gave them the same answer each time: “I don’t know, sweetheart.”
On the second day, Jake’s mother called. I hadn’t expected it, and the desperation in her voice caught me off guard.
“Sweetie,” she began, “I know you’re upset, but I need to tell you something.”
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“What is it?” I asked, bracing myself.
Her voice quivered as she explained. “Jake drove hours to meet Suzy. But… she wasn’t who he thought she was.”
My heart sank. “What do you mean?”
“Suzy,” she continued, “isn’t a woman. He’s a middle-aged man with a beard. He’s been catfishing Jake for months and even convinced him to send money for ‘plane tickets.’ My son’s devastated!”
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The absurdity of it hit me like a wave, and before I could stop myself, I burst into laughter! Real, deep, uncontrollable laughter. It felt good, like releasing years of pent-up frustration.
“So, all along he really wasn’t working?” I asked curiously.
“No, sweetie, he played video games for some money but wasn’t making much. Whatever little he got, some of it he sent to this Suzy person. Please,” his mom pleaded. “He’s humiliated. He wants to come home.”
A desperate woman | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath, my laughter fading. “No,” I said firmly. “Jake made his choices. I’ve spent too long putting myself last. I’m not doing it anymore.”
When Jake tried calling to ask to come back, I told him I wanted a divorce and that I was taking everything. I offered to let him keep his laptop. “Maybe you’ll find a better ‘Suzy’ next time.”
Not having much to his name and having cheated online, my husband couldn’t fight me much, and I got everything, including the kids.
A sad man | Source: Midjourney
In the weeks that followed, I began rebuilding my life. I found a full-time job and enrolled the kids in daycare. It was scary, but every step I took felt like a step toward freedom. The weight of carrying Jake’s burdens was gone, and I felt lighter than I had in years!
One night, as I tucked Tyler into bed, he looked up at me with big, curious eyes. “Mommy,” he whispered, “are we gonna be okay?”
I smiled, brushing his hair back gently. “Yes, sweetheart,” I said with a confidence I hadn’t felt in years. “We’re going to be more than okay.”
And for the first time, I truly believed it.
A content woman and her son | Source: Midjourney
Unfortunately, Jake’s wife isn’t the only woman who has had to deal with a secretive husband, but in the following story, the truth is something worse and completely unexpected. It changes the woman’s life for the better.
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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
My Dad Kicked Me out Because He and My Stepmom Had a Baby — Karma Quickly Taught Him a Lesson
When Carla’s father demanded she move out to make room for a new baby, she felt her world crumble again. With the help of her determined grandparents, she found the strength to rebuild her life and uncover the family secrets that forced her to choose between independence and familial ties.
My name is Carla, and I’m 21 years old. My life hasn’t been easy, especially after losing my mom when I was 10. She was my rock, and when she passed, my world turned upside down.
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Dad remarried when I was 15. His new wife, Linda, came with a daughter, Megan, who was 16 then. Later, Dad and Linda had a son, Jimmy, and just recently, they had a baby girl.
I remember the day Dad told me they were getting married. “Carla, I think it’s time I move on,” he said, looking uncomfortable. “Linda is good for us.”
“Us?” I asked, not sure how I felt about it.
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“Yes, us. She has a daughter your age. It might be nice for you to have someone around.”
Linda moved in, and things were… different. Linda was kind but distant at first, but we managed. Megan and I grew very close over time. We became like sisters, sharing everything and helping each other through tough times.
When Jimmy was born, Linda became a stay-at-home mom. That’s when things really changed.
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I started working when I turned 16. I wanted my own money, so I didn’t have to rely on Dad. I worked at the local grocery store, and it felt good to be independent. I saved up for my own clothes, school supplies, and little things I wanted.
One day, when I was 18, Dad called me into his “office.” “Carla, you’re an adult now,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “You need to start paying rent. It’s only $500, just a symbolic amount.”
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I was shocked. “But, Dad, why? I’ve been saving for college.”
“It’s time to contribute,” he insisted. “You’ll still get food and other essentials.”
We argued, but in the end, I agreed. It was tough, but I managed.
Five months ago, everything changed again. Dad came to my room with Linda. “Carla, we need to talk,” he said, his voice firm. “Linda’s pregnant, and we need your room for the baby. You have two months to move out.”
Dad tells Carla to move out | Source: Midjourney
I stared at him in disbelief. “What? You have two offices! Why can’t you use one of those?”
Linda looked apologetic but said nothing. Dad just repeated, “You need to move out.”
I felt like my world was falling apart again. I didn’t know what to do. I called my Aunt Lisa in tears. “Aunt Lisa, Dad is kicking me out. Can I stay with you?”
Aunt Lisa was furious. “Of course, you can stay with me. No rent needed. I’ll handle your father.”
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The next day, Grandpa showed up at our house. He talked to Dad for a long time. I heard raised voices, but I couldn’t make out the words. Afterward, Grandpa came to me. “Carla, you have three choices,” he said gently. “You can stay here, move in with me and Grandma, or find your own place, and I’ll cover the rent.”
I was relieved but conflicted. I decided to stay for a bit longer, but things got worse. Dad and Linda became cold and distant. Even Megan noticed. “Why are they so mad at you?” she asked one night.
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“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I just don’t know.”
Eventually, I told Grandpa I wanted to move out. I packed my things and moved into Grandpa’s rental unit. It was a cozy apartment, and Grandpa had thought of everything. There was a fridge, a stove, and all the essentials I needed. He even gave me a check for $15,000.
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“This is to help you start on your own,” Grandpa said with a smile. “As long as you’re working or studying, you can live here rent-free.”
“Thank you, Grandpa,” I said, hugging him tightly. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
The first few weeks were a mix of emotions. I missed my family, especially Megan and Jimmy. But at the same time, I loved the feeling of independence. It was nice to have my own space and make my own decisions.
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I had low contact with Dad and Linda. They didn’t call, and I didn’t visit.
One day, I decided to visit Aunt Lisa. I needed to talk to someone about my feelings. When I arrived, she welcomed me with open arms.
“Carla, it’s so good to see you,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been okay,” I replied. “It’s just… I miss them, you know?”
“I know, sweetheart,” she said softly. “But you have to do what’s best for you.”
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As we talked, my cousin overheard us and laughed. “I bet Dad misses you because Grandpa is making him pay for kicking you out,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“Grandpa owns the house, not Dad,” my cousin explained. “Grandpa is charging him rent and making him repay the $15,000 he gave you.”
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I was stunned. “I had no idea,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t realize how much Grandpa had been supporting us.”
“Grandpa’s been helping a lot,” Aunt Lisa added. “He’s been subsidizing your Dad for years. And now, he’s making sure you’re taken care of too.”
It felt like everything clicked into place. Dad was struggling not because he missed me, but because Grandpa was making him pay for his actions. I felt a mix of anger and sadness. How could Dad do this to me?
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I decided to visit Grandpa and Grandma. I needed to hear their side of the story. When I arrived, they welcomed me warmly.
“Carla, we’ve missed you,” Grandma said, hugging me tightly. “How’s the apartment?”
“It’s great, Grandma. Thank you so much,” I said. “But I need to know more about what’s going on with Dad.”
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Grandpa sighed. “Your father has been relying on us financially for years,” he explained. “We’ve been helping with school, healthcare, and other expenses. When he kicked you out, it was the last straw.”
“I didn’t know,” I said quietly. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“We didn’t want to burden you,” Grandpa said. “But you deserve to know the truth. Your father needs to learn responsibility, and this is the only way we can teach him.”
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“But what about Megan and Jimmy?” I asked. “And the new baby?”
“They’ll be fine,” Grandpa reassured me. “We’re still helping them. We set up funds for all of you, including Megan. We want everyone to have the same opportunities.”
I felt a wave of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Grandpa,” I said. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
As I drove back to my apartment, I thought about everything I had learned. My heart ached for my siblings, but I knew I couldn’t go back. I needed to stay independent.
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I decided I needed to maintain a relationship with my siblings, even if things were tense with Dad and Linda. Megan and I talked regularly. She would text me about her day, school, and everything in between.
A few days later, Dad called again. “Carla, let’s have dinner,” he suggested. “We need to talk.”
I agreed, hoping we could clear the air. We met at a quiet restaurant, and the tension was palpable.
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“Carla, I’m sorry for everything,” Dad started. “I miss you. We all miss you.”
“Dad, I miss you too,” I replied, trying to keep my emotions in check. “But I can’t just come back like nothing happened.”
“I understand,” he said, looking down. “I didn’t realize how much I was relying on Grandpa. I’ve been trying to sort things out.”
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“I appreciate that,” I said. “But I need you to respect my space. I’ll visit and stay in touch, but I can’t move back. It’s better for me this way.”
“Okay,” he said, nodding slowly. “We’ll make it work. Just don’t stay away too long.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
Dinner was a step in the right direction, but it was clear things wouldn’t be the same. I was determined to set boundaries and stick to them.
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Reflecting on everything, I felt a deep gratitude for my grandparents. Without them, I would have been lost. Grandpa’s tough love with Dad was necessary, and I respected him even more for it. Grandma’s gentle support had been a constant comfort.
One evening, I sat with Grandpa and Grandma, talking about the future. “I want to finish college and start my career,” I said. “You both have done so much for me. I want to make you proud.”
“You already make us proud,” Grandpa said, his eyes twinkling. “Just keep working hard, and you’ll do great things.”
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“Remember, we’re always here for you,” Grandma added. “No matter what.”
I hugged them both, feeling incredibly lucky. Their support had given me the strength to move forward.
Carol hugs her grandfather | Source: Midjourney
As I settled into my apartment that night, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. My family’s dynamics were complicated, but I was determined to navigate them with grace. I would maintain my relationships with Megan and Jimmy, set boundaries with Dad, and focus on building a bright future.
With the love and support of my grandparents, I knew I could achieve anything.
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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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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