When Cassie returns from a getaway with her husband and son, she walks into her home to see a cryptic message from her mother — telling her to watch a video. As Cassie presses play, her entire life changes. In the end, she’s left wondering which of her parents are worthy of forgiveness.
In my eyes, my father could do no wrong. He was everything I needed him to be and more. He was a businessman who was always traveling, but he ensured that he made enough time for me.
“You’re my little girl, Cassie,” he would say, bopping my nose with his index finger. “You’re the most special.”
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My parents always went out of their way for me — ensuring that despite their busy schedules, we would have family dinner almost every night.
It was the one thing that kept me grounded while both of my friends from school were in the middle of their parents’ messy divorces.
“I think it’s trendy now,” I told my mother as she cut slices of banana bread for me after school one day.
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“Cas, you cannot think that divorce is trendy,” she laughed. “It’s devastating and traumatic, and very few families actually keep things civil.”
“I’m just saying that it’s trendy because a lot of kids live between two homes,” I explained to her. “It’s one of those things we were talking about in class today.”
I was fourteen, and the world seemed more dramatic than it should have been.
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But what I didn’t know was that my words seemed to be an incantation that settled over our home.
A few weeks after that conversation, my father went away on a business trip. A few hours after he had been gone, there was news of his passing.
“How?” I asked. “How did he die?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Cassie,” she replied. “I’m just saying what the paramedics told me.”
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“So what will we do next?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled by the question.
“For the funeral?” I asked. “Aren’t we going to have one?”
“I don’t think so,” my mother replied. “Dad wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread at the beach. Let’s do that instead.”
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I couldn’t fathom why my mother would want to do that — but at the end of the day, she knew my father best. And the longer I thought about it, the more beautiful and sentimental a private ceremony at the beach felt.
“Don’t be difficult, Cassie,” my mother said when she saw me thinking about my next move.
“I’m not,” I said. “Really. I was just thinking about it. It’s a great idea, Mom.”
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I could have fought her for a send-off that I thought would have been more appropriate. But what use would it have been? At the end of the day, we had both lost him.
The months following the beach ceremony felt weighted, and I knew that I was becoming deeply depressed — my father had been our world. And his absence was felt more than anything.
But, with time, I learned to live with it.
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Last week, I decided to book a cabin in the woods for a little family vacation. My son was adamant that camping was the new best thing, and I knew that despite the wonders of nature, I wasn’t going to camp in a tent without a bathroom in sight.
Instead, I thought that a cabin would be the best option — my husband, Derek, could camp outside with Drew, our son, if he insisted on it.
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We had a dog, therefore, I asked my mother to house-sit for the week so that we could be at peace, knowing that Romeo was taken care of.
A week away was more than enough to restore my mind — and eventually, when we went back home, I was surprised to see that my mother wasn’t there. In fact, it looked like she had never been there.
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But there, on the coffee table, was a note beneath the TV remote.
Watch this, Cassie. I’m sorry. — Mom
I didn’t know what was in store for me, but while Derek got Drew into the bath, I put the TV on and began to watch whatever my mother had planned.
The TV flickered to life, and there he was, my father, his voice a long-lost melody, his image aged but still, unmistakably him.
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Tears streamed down my face as the realization that he was still alive enveloped me in a mix of joy and disbelief.
The video message was nothing short of unpredictable.
My dear Cassie, I’m still here, alive. I’m so sorry for the pain that you must have felt from my loss. But it was needed. I needed to be removed from your life because of the sordid truth of my past. Your mother knows everything, please ask her for the truth.
My health is on a steady decline, and I would love to see you and explain it all.
Love you, Dad.
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Without telling Derek or Drew anything, I grabbed the car keys and ran out. I needed my mother to explain.
“So, I bet you’ve got questions for me,” she said, opening the door.
“Explain it all,” I said.
“Cassie, it’s heavy. You look tired from your trip; are you sure you want to do this now?” she asked.
I nodded. It was now or never. I needed to know why my father faked his own death to get out of our lives.
My mother made us some tea and took out some shortbread.
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“Darling,” she said. “I’ll understand if you don’t forgive me, but there’s so much about that time that I need to tell you.”
I sipped my tea, trying to figure out what my mother was about to tell me.
“I remember that you were telling me about your friend’s parents getting divorced. Do you remember that?” she asked.
I nodded. Of course, I did. It was the strangest thing, but it was so common when I was in school.
“Well, your father and I were not legally married. So when I told him about our conversation regarding divorce, he was actually relieved. Without being married, there would be no divorce.”
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“What’s the big deal?” I asked.
“Then I found out that the real reason that we didn’t get married was because your father was already married to another woman.”
“What?” I exclaimed, almost dropping my cup. “To who?”
“To a woman in the town where he always had his business trips.”
“You didn’t know?” I asked, unable to believe her words.
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“Of course not!” she exclaimed. “But when I pressed him about it, he decided to choose that family over us. So, I told him that the story was going to be his death.”
We were both silent for a moment.
Turns out that my mother told him that she would never tell me the truth, not when he was my favorite person. She couldn’t burst my bubble in that way. And she refused to let him see me one more time.
“It was better for you to think that it was an accident,” my mother said. “It just made more sense.”
Now, I understood why we didn’t have a funeral for him.
“What did we throw into the sea, then?” I asked.
“Dust,” she replied with a straight face.
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My mother had spoken to him twice over the years. The second time being a day ago.
During their meeting, my father confessed his imminent death due to illness and requested that she give me the recording. My mother, torn by guilt and love, chose to write me the note and have the recording all set for me to watch.
“I would have taken the secret to my grave,” she said. “But knowing that he was ill and wanted to see you just struck something in me.”
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Compelled by a need to confront the reality of my father’s existence, I traveled to the state where he lived with his other family.
I spent a few weeks with my father — going in and out of hospitals, watching him take an array of different medication, and growing weaker by the day.
Sitting at his bedside, I listened to his stories, the regrets, the moments of joy, and the love he had for all his children — myself included.
When things started to go downhill, I asked Derek to fly over with Drew. It was going to be a fleeting moment, but at least I’d know that my son had met my father.
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A few days later, my father died.
Even now, I don’t know if I’ve forgiven him for the lie of having a double life. I just know that when it came to it in the end — I wanted to spend time with him. I had shoved my feelings aside, hoping for memories that I could figure out later.
But now that the dust has settled, I’m trying to figure out if I should forgive my mother for lying.
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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.
I Found Out My Husband’s Dark Secret on Our First Wedding Night
In a tale of vulnerability and love, Jenny and Alex navigate the aftermath of a childhood trauma that surfaces on their wedding night. As Jenny learns the depth of Alex’s anxiety, sparked by a terrifying incident from his past, she steps into a role of understanding and support.
Falling head over heels for Alex was like diving into a mystery novel where the ending is always a surprise. We met in what felt like a whirlwind romance; it didn’t take long for us to decide that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. We chose to wait, keeping our relationship purely emotional and spiritual, which honestly made us connect on a level I didn’t know existed.
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Alex, with his guarded heart, hinted at a dark chapter from his childhood, one he wasn’t ready to share. Knowing he trusted me with even that small admission made our bond even stronger. It’s like we’re in this love story together, figuring out each chapter as we go.
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During our wedding planning, hints of Alex’s past and his secret started to surface more often. I noticed, but I didn’t want to push him into sharing something he wasn’t ready to reveal. It left me with a mix of curiosity and respect for Alex’s privacy, choosing to focus on the love and excitement of our upcoming marriage. Even when I tried to express my concerns, my mother-in-law would quickly dismiss them, assuring me everything was fine.
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My relationship with Mrs. Green, Alex’s mom, blossomed into something truly special. She was not just a mother-in-law but a friend and confidante. When it came time to pick out presents for Alex’s birthday and Christmas, she was my go-to advisor, ensuring each gift was both meaningful and personal.
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The gesture that sealed our bond was when she entrusted me with their family heirloom ring—a symbol of acceptance and trust. It wasn’t just a piece of jewelry; it was a welcoming into the family, a testament to the loving and trusting relationship we shared.
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After our amazing wedding day, filled with dancing, heartfelt speeches, and so much love, Alex and I were completely worn out by the time we got to our room. Every moment was special, from the emotional vows to the wild dance floor moves and the endless photos with everyone. Honestly, just thinking about how we managed to stay on our feet through it all is making me tired all over again.
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Settling into bed felt like a blissful escape, a moment to finally breathe and let the day’s joy truly sink in. But even amidst our exhaustion, there was this beautiful sense of beginning our life together, a mix of excitement and a deep, comforting tiredness.
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As I waited in bed, wearing my best garments, I heard him whispering something to his mom behind the door. Mrs. Green? What was she doing here? No way she would turn into one of those mothers-in-law, who need to instruct their precious son on the first night! Or worse, could she be here to instruct me?
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“Mom, I can’t do it. Can you come in?”
My heart raced as the door opened. I sheepishly pulled the covers up to my chin and stared at them in disbelief.
“What’s going on?”
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After a brief moment of silence, during which Mrs. Green seemingly calculated her response, she turned to her son, wide-eyed. “Wait. Have you told her about the—”
Alex shook his head.
“Then do! What have you been thinking about?! The poor thing must be thinking we’re a pair of weirdos!”
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Alex looked me deep in the eye before heaving a sigh and beginning to unravel his biggest secret.
“When I was just 5 years old, the unthinkable happened—a burglar shattered the peace of our home by breaking in through my bedroom window. That night, under the cover of darkness, my world changed forever. The intruder’s silhouette, a menacing presence in my sanctuary, left me frozen in terror, unable to cry out or escape. The aftermath of that violation was a deep, pervasive fear that clung to me, long after the broken glass was swept away and the window secured.
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“In the nights that followed, my bedroom felt like a battlefield, each shadow a reminder of my vulnerability. Sleep, once a refuge, became an insurmountable challenge. But in the midst of my fear, my mother became my guardian angel.
“Night after night, she sat by my bed, her presence a beacon of safety in the darkness. With the soft timbre of her voice, she’d weave stories of courage and adventure, heroes who faced their fears and emerged victorious. Her words, gentle and reassuring, were a balm to my frightened soul, coaxing me toward the calm shores of sleep.
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“These bedtime stories, more than mere tales, became our ritual, a shared journey back to a sense of normalcy and security. My mother’s unwavering patience and love taught me that, even in the face of paralyzing fear, there is a wellspring of strength within us, a resilience that can be nurtured and grown.
“Since that terrifying night, my mother has been my steadfast companion in the quest for peace as I drift off to sleep, her presence a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we are not alone.”
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Learning Alex’s secret left me reeling, a mix of emotions swirling within me. At first, there was shock, the depth of his trauma more profound than I’d imagined. Then came understanding, a realization of the weight he’d been carrying all these years. My heart ached for him, for the child he was and the man he’s become.
With this knowledge, there was also a strengthening of resolve, a determination to be the support he needs. Love, after all, means standing together, especially in the face of hidden battles.
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“So… how do I help you?” I asked, taking his hand. The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned warm and fuzzy, like a fluffy blanket.
“When Alex is feeling anxious or overwhelmed, especially at night, cuddling him in a specific way has always helped soothe him,” Mrs. Green began, her voice calm and reassuring. “Hold him close, with his head resting near your heart. It’s a method that’s comforted him since he was a child.
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“Though he’s mostly outgrown the need for this, his anxiety can still get the better of him during stressful times. It’s important to be patient and understanding, offering him that physical reassurance. This approach has often been the key to helping him find peace and fall asleep.”
In that tender night, as I cuddled Alex in the way his mother had described, I felt a profound connection between us. His head rested near my heart, and gradually, his tense body relaxed into the embrace. Despite the initial shock of learning about his anxiety, understanding washed over me, bringing a deep sense of empathy and readiness to support him.
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As he finally drifted off to sleep, the weight of his worries seemed to lighten. Mrs. Green, witnessing this moment, quietly left the room with a silent nod of approval and gratitude in her eyes. It was clear she was at peace, knowing her son was in caring hands.
After that pivotal night, Alex and I have come a long way. We’ve opened up more, really diving deep into understanding and supporting each other’s needs. Learning to soothe his anxiety became a part of our life, and honestly, it’s brought us closer.
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We tackled his vulnerabilities head-on, finding strength in each other. Our journey’s been like a crash course in love, empathy, and resilience. It’s amazing how facing challenges together has only made our bond stronger. Just wanted to share our little victory—love really does conquer all.
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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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