My Wife and I Hadn’t Spoken in 10 Years Until I Found Out She Was Getting Married Again – Story of the Day

My runaway bride reappeared ten years later in heels and a power suit, demanding I sign our divorce papers like we were just neighbors with unfinished business.

I consider myself a loner. Honestly, I still have a wife. She had just run away from our wedding ten years before.

Every year, I get the same envelope from her. New law firm name, new initials, glossy folder — just the way she likes it — a true aesthete, even in divorce proceedings.

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I open it, read halfway through, sigh, and stash it in the drawer. There’s a whole collection, almost like a calendar, for every year of our “fake marriage.”

That morning, as usual, I was cleaning the barn. The snow had melted, the ground was soft, and the tractor refused to start again. My glove was torn; the dog had buried the other boot somewhere.

All, just as it should be. Quiet. Peaceful. The air smelled of fresh grass and smoke. I love that — it smells like life. Real life.

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I reached into the metal mailbox. An envelope. Gold initials. Oh, something new. She switched firms. Progress.

“Well, hello, Mel.”

The dog barked. We understood each other without words those days.

“Would you sign it, Johnny?” I asked my dog, sitting down on the porch with my coffee.

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He sneezed. Wise dog. While I was thinking, Billy dropped by. My childhood friend, a farmer who always smells like apples and diesel fuel.

“So, she sent you another ‘love letter’?” he smirked, setting a basket of fresh bread on the step.

“Yep. Volume Ten. Might auction them off someday.”

“Still not gonna sign?”

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“Nope. I’ve got a principle. If you want to end something — come and say it. No need to yell. Just be honest.”

Billy sighed, gave me a look like he wanted to say something — then changed his mind.

“I’ll get going. Looks like rain’s coming, and I didn’t bring a cover.”

“You’re wearing a leather jacket, Billy.”

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“That’s not a cover — it’s fashion.”

And he left, leaving me with my coffee, my dog, and yet another farewell letter.

I went back inside. Everything is in place. I tossed more logs into the stove. Scratched the dog behind the ear and turned on the radio — the only thing that hasn’t abandoned me over the years.

And then, I heard the sound.

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First — a low engine hum. Then — the familiar squeak of suitcase wheels. Then — high heels crunching on gravel. I stepped onto the porch. And saw her.

Melanie. Her hair was a bit shorter, but her eyes were the same. She had that look — like we saw each other yesterday, even though it’s been ten years.

“Hi, Jake.”

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I smiled. But something inside me clenched.

“Well. Finally decided to come and ask for an autograph in person?”

***

Melanie stepped across the threshold. Her eyes scanned the wedding photo on the mantel.

“You still keep that?” she nodded toward the frame.

“Yep. Nice photo. And the frame isn’t cheap either.”

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Her gaze drifted past the mantel to the plaid throw blanket on the armchair. It was the same one we used to fight over on rainy nights. Her fingers brushed it gently and then paused.

Melanie turned toward the kitchen shelves, where old jam jars stood in a neat row.

“Is that… blueberry?”

“Yeah. From that summer when the berries went wild behind the barn.”

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Melanie gave the faintest nod, but her eyes glistened before she looked away. Then she straightened her posture, smoothed her sleeve, and reached for her briefcase.

She sat at the table and pulled out the documents.

“Jake, I’m serious. My wedding’s in two months. I need everything signed.”

I sat down across from her.

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“The groom wants to make sure you’re officially single?”

“He thinks I’m single. So don’t make this harder than it is.”

“Have you ever been honest with me, Mel?”

“Oh, don’t start.”

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“Fine. Not starting. Just listening.”

She unfolded the papers and laid them out in front of me. I glanced at them.

“Old version. Outdated. Doesn’t even mention the farm.”

“Well, I thought…”

“That nothing had changed? Big surprise, huh?”

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She flared.

“Jake, I didn’t come here for your passive-aggressive lectures. I came because I’m tired of playing silent. I want to end this like an adult.”

“An adult comes sooner than ten years later. An adult doesn’t run off the night before the honeymoon and hide behind envelopes.”

She stood up. Her hands were trembling.

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“If it’s money you want — just say so. How much?”

“Money?” I laughed. “You think I waited ten years for a payout?”

“Then why, Jake?! Why haven’t you signed?”

“Because you still haven’t said why you ran. I have principles.”

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“Oh, Jake, it’s been years. Everything’s changed.”

I stood.

“Yeah, it has. I got my life together. Built something. A business. And by the way, I earned everything I had while we were still married. Officially. Legally. Even the lakeside lot. And those two cow-show trophies? Still during our marriage.”

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She stared at me silently.

“By law, half of it is yours,” I said. “But I’m not handing it over to someone who only dared to mail things once a year.”

“You… you’re blackmailing me?”

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“No. I’m giving you a choice. I’ll sign if you formally waive any claim. At a notary. All legal. But we’ll need to update the paperwork. That takes time.”

She sat back down. “Fine. How long?”

“A week. Maybe two. This isn’t New York. Around here, the internet runs through a tree.”

“Then I’m staying. Technically, it’s my house too.”

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“Technically — yes,” I sighed. “But you’re cooking dinner. I’m allergic to your flower petal salads.”

“And I’m allergic to dust and male ego.”

We stared at each other for a few long seconds. Then, I walked off toward the pantry to break eye contact. Melanie climbed upstairs — offended, with her briefcase under her arm like she’d come here to win, not to talk.

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I knew she wouldn’t survive that silence.

Truthfully, the papers were just an excuse to keep her here a little longer. So I could finally knock some sense into our marriage.

Because I still loved that infuriating woman. Whoever she had become.

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***

Days on the farm passed quickly, but our silence moved painfully slowly.

Melanie spent most of her days in town, hunting for a decent Wi-Fi signal. Meanwhile, I cleaned the house and the yard and planted flowers on the porch.

Billy dropped by one afternoon.

“This place hasn’t looked this good since your wedding, pal.”

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“Oh, I just… finally had some time for myself.”

“Careful, someone might fall for you.”

“Cut it out. Not Melanie. That’s long gone.”

Billy tilted his head and looked at me like I’d just said the sky was green.

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“Jake, don’t be a fool. She’s here. That means something.”

“She’s here because she wants a signature.”

“Then sign it. Or don’t. But for the love of bacon, talk to her. Ask her to dinner. Do something other than fixing fences and mumbling at your dog.”

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That evening, I found Melanie in the pantry. She was holding my box of documents.

“What are you doing?” I asked, not even raising my voice.

“Looking for tea. But I stumbled on this.”

“You always break into places where you’re not invited?”

“And you always hide what matters instead of talking about it?”

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“I wasn’t hiding. I was postponing. It wasn’t time yet.”

“Not time?! I’m getting married, Jake! Married! To a real, present, grown man!”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sure he will be thrilled to hear his bride was digging through her legal husband’s pantry.”

“You just can’t accept that I left! That I changed! You hold on to the past like an old jacket that hasn’t fit in years!”

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“And you hold on to some fantasy version of yourself until you have to look yourself in the eye. Have you ever actually thought about what you did? I can’t believe the Melanie I loved could sleep at night after running away like that!”

“Oh, I slept just fine! I didn’t have to crawl under three blankets because someone never fixed the windows!”

“You never said anything bothered you! Not once!”

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“Oh, maybe because it was obvious?! You never asked what I wanted! I wanted more! A career! The city lights!”

“You could’ve told me. We could’ve sold this place and moved to New York together.”

“Oh yeah? And what about the money you poured into building this farm the day before the wedding? You think I didn’t see the contract? That was the final straw, Jake! You said nothing.”

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“And you did? You said nothing, either! About your dreams, about the windows!”

“I’ve had enough! No wonder I ran. I haven’t even been able to answer my fiancé for two days because there’s no signal here!”

“Oh. You probably connected to the broken router. I have two — forgot to mention.”

“You! How dare you!”

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She slammed the pantry door. The house went black — total darkness.

“What was that?” I frowned.

“I… may have knocked that old switch.”

“That ‘old switch’ was the main breaker. It’s broken now. Congratulations, Mel, we’re in the dark.”

“Wonderful! Magical!” she shouted. “No light, no water, no reason to live!”

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“Let’s not overreact,” I muttered, grabbing a flashlight.

I headed outside and built a fire. Melanie sat on the bench, wrapped in my old flannel shirt. No makeup. Hair hastily tied up. For the first time in days, she looked real.

“You hungry?” I asked, skewering some chicken.

“Starving. But if you offer me canned beans, I’ll run to the nearest motel.”

“Barbecue. Real fire. Your dad’s old recipe, actually.”

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She gave a slight nod.

“Mel…” I started but didn’t finish.

“Don’t. I don’t even know what to think. But it’s… peaceful here. Cozy, even. You’ve turned this place into something magical. I miss that in New York.”

“It’s not too late to stay. I always knew your soul was too wild and free for a city apartment, even if it’s a big one.”

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I chuckled. “Yeah… I only realized that after I got everything I ever wanted.”

“Well, there are plenty of forests and fields out here to calm the rebel in you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I ran because I was scared I’d stay here forever. That my dreams would die under diapers, early mornings, and a farm you decided to build.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I wasn’t going to make you a prisoner. I wanted to make you happy.”

We sat in silence. The fire crackled.

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Then, Melanie suddenly laughed.

“Remember when I burned your favorite sweater?”

“It was hideous.”

“But warm!” she giggled. “And it smelled like you.”

“Melanie… All these years, I couldn’t understand… why? We were so in love. I still…”

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Suddenly, headlights lit up the yard.

“You expecting someone?” I asked.

Melanie’s face went pale.

“No… No, it can’t be…”

Out stepped a tall man in a coat. Phone pressed to his ear. Slicked-back hair, judgmental stare. New York in human form.

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“Melanie! Finally, I found you!” he shouted. “What are you doing here with this…!”

Melanie opened her mouth to answer, but he cut her off.

“You’ve got meetings this week. My assistant’s been trying to reach you. And my mother’s freaking out about the seating chart.”

“This…?” I raised an eyebrow. “This is her legal husband. For now.”

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He looked from me to her.

“What is this?! Some kind of joke?!”

“Oh. Sorry,” I said dryly. “Thought you knew.”

“Melanie! Pack your things. We’re leaving. We have a wedding to plan. Did you forget?”

Melanie stood frozen. Speechless.

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I calmly took a piece of grilled meat from the skewer, bit into it, and added,

“No rush, Mel. You’re hungry — eat first. And, sir… have a seat. Help yourself. The night’s just getting started.”

***

Packing was fast.

While Melanie was arguing with her fiancé in my yard, I sat quietly in my office, signing the papers. Calmly. Steadily. Only my hand trembled a little. Before she walked out the door, I handed her the documents.

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“Here. It’s all official now.”

She looked down at them. Then at me. Her eyes dropped.

“I’m sorry… I have to go.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Her hand was already on the doorknob when I stepped toward her.

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“But just tell me one thing. One simple thing.”

She froze.

“Is this really what you wanted? Are you truly happy?”

Silence.

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“I’m sorry. I have to go.”

And she left. But I already knew the answer.

I sat on the porch with my dog, watching the fire burn down.

Suddenly, I understood… I couldn’t make the same mistake twice. Ten years ago, I let her walk away. This time, I am going to fight. I grabbed my pickup keys and tore off into the night.

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I took the shortcut I’d built over the years — a road that led straight to town and the highway. It turns out it wasn’t built in vain.

Thirty minutes later, I burst into the airport like a madman.

The flight to New York… had already taken off. Too late. She’s gone. Again.

“Jake?”

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I turned around. Melanie stood there. Backpack slung over her shoulder, with tears in her eyes.

“I thought you’d flown…”

“And I thought one time running was enough. Twice would just be stupid.”

“And what stopped you?”

“The dog. I forgot to say goodbye to Johnny,” she said with a tiny grin.

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“The dog?” I laughed. “And here I thought it was my world-famous barbecue.”

“I realized halfway through the airport that I’ve never laughed with him. Not really. We make sense on paper. But we don’t… feel.”

We drove home together. On the way, she fell asleep leaning on my shoulder — like she used to back in college. On the porch, she pulled the divorce papers from her bag.

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She tore them in half. Then again. And again.

“Divorce officially canceled. But only if you promise never to wear sweaters in that color again. And help me move my stuff.”

“Man’s honor.”

The dog growled softly. And we walked inside. It was warm there. And quiet. And no one was in a rush to leave ever again.

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If you enjoyed this story, read this one: I spent $30,000 trying to become a Mom, only to hear my mother-in-law call my adopted kids “fake” in front of guests. I stayed quiet then. But not for long.

Our Granddaughter Accused Us of Being Cheap after Getting Our Wedding Present

My husband and I bought our granddaughter a wedding gift from her registry. She reached out and accused us of being cheap after getting the wedding present. Now, she is upset and threatens to cut us off because we didn’t give her the cash gift that we presented to each of our grandkids a day before their wedding.

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I’m in my 70s, a proud grandmother to five amazing grandkids: three women and two men. I adore my grandkids and often show up for them emotionally and financially. Whenever they have celebrations or hard times, they know that they can count on me.

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Grandparents with their grown grandkids | Source; Getty Images

The youngest of grandkids, Eloise, got married last October. My husband, who is also in his 70s, and I have a tradition for our grandkids. We buy a small gift from the wedding registry, usually the cheapest item, and then, the day before the wedding, we give them a check for $40,000.

We hope they’ll use it for a house, but it’s ultimately their choice. We also ask them to keep it a secret, considering our large family. Until now, everyone has respected this request.

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Happy young woman opening a gift | Source: Getty Images

This time, we sent an air fryer to our youngest granddaughter, the cheapest thing on her registry. Eloise called us, livid, accusing us of being cheap. I remember picking up her call and she didn’t even say hi, she just started ranting, “Seriously, Grandma? I just got your gift. An air fryer? That’s the cheapest thing you could find on my registry!”

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Woman rejecting a gift | Source: Getty Images

I was taken aback because as much as the air fryer was the cheapest on their registry, I still thought it’d be useful to them, so I told her that. Eloise kept on complaining, “Useful? Come on, you know you can do better than that. Everyone knows you have the money. I just can’t believe you’d be this cheap with me. It’s embarrassing.”

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An air fryer | Source: Getty Images

In this heated moment, I told her, “Yes, you’re right. We are cheap, old, and useless. The only thing you DIDN’T know is that the day before the wedding, we were going to gift you a check for $40,000.”

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Woman disappointed by a gift | Source: Getty Images

I revealed this in an attempt to explain to Eloise about the cash gift we usually give our grandkids before the wedding but she was so angry at this point, that she wasn’t listening to a thing I said. I speculated that maybe she didn’t believe we would gift her such an amount of money after only buying her an air fryer.

Eventually, she said, “No, it’s clear. You just don’t love me enough to show it. You know how much pressure I’m under with the wedding. And then, this? It’s like you don’t even care,” then she hung up.

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Disappointed elderly couple | Source: Getty Images

Despite my husband and I’s shock at Eloise’s reaction, we then bought her a China set, hoping to appease her, but decided against giving her the $40,000, feeling she hadn’t earned it.

Fast forward to last week. Eloise talked to her brother and found out that we were telling her the truth about the money. After confirming it with her cousins, she, called again, accusing us of discrimination, “I just found out that it’s true you gave the money to everyone else when they got married. Why didn’t I get anything?”

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We stood firm, explaining our stance was due to her initial reaction, “We felt after your reaction to the wedding gift, it wasn’t right to go ahead and gift you the money.” Eloise pleaded trying to convince us otherwise, “So, you’re punishing me? Is that it? Because I was upset about an air fryer?”

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I was angry that she didn’t even understand what she did wrong. “It wasn’t about the air fryer, Eloise. It was how you spoke to us, the disrespect. That’s not something we expected or can support,” I explained.

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Bewildered elderly woman on phone | Source: Getty Images

Eloise implored us, nearly in tears, “But that’s so unfair! I was stressed, Grandma. Planning a wedding is hard, and I just snapped. I didn’t mean any of it.” I felt like she should have only apologized to us instead of finding excuses to justify her behavior.

However, I told her, “We understand that it’s a stressful time, but actions and words have consequences. We hoped you’d understand the value of family and love over material things.” Full of desperation, Eloise added, “But you don’t understand! Can’t we just forget all this happened? I need that money, Grandma.”

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Young woman holding back tears on phone | Source: Getty Images

She pleaded, threatened to boycott Christmas, and accused us of cutting her off but we didn’t budge. In the end, I expressed, “We love you very much. This has nothing to do with cutting you off. We just hope you’ll reflect on this and understand why we made our decision.”

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Now, Eloise has followed up on her threat and she’s boycotting Christmas. Her mother, who is our daughter-in-law, is siding with her, calling us unreasonable. However, we feel that after all we have done for Eloise, the air fryer gift, shouldn’t have triggered this reaction.

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Bewildered elderly couple | Source: Getty Images

For context, we had already paid for her college, and her parents covered her graduate school and half the wedding. Additionally, she and her husband are financially comfortable and do not desperately need our money.

We’re also not upset with our grandkids for revealing the cash gift since she is among the group of family members who are allowed to know about it. Our reason for sending the air fryer earlier was that we live far away, so we always send our gifts early.

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Elderly couple enjoying family time | Source: Getty Images

The wedding gift is also separate from the money, which we give with the hope it will be used for something significant, like a home. Now, we feel like the action we took towards Eloise was well deserved and we are not going back on our decisions even if she and her mom threaten to do their worst.

Despite the tumultuous events and Eloise’s refusal to understand our perspective, my husband and I stand by our decision. Love and respect in our family are paramount, and we hoped this situation would be a learning experience for her.

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Elderly couple with family on Christmas | Source: Getty Images

The holidays might be quieter this year with her family’s absence, but our hope is for healing and understanding in the future. Our door and hearts remain open to Eloise, whenever she’s ready to mend fences.

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