While navigating a difficult divorce, Ellis meets a bold young man at a bar who offers to transform her life. His charm and confidence seem like the perfect distraction, but their connection soon leads to unexpected revelations that force Ellis to confront her past — and her family — in ways she never anticipated.
Ellis remembered an evening with her husband, Mark. They had been married for almost 25 years. Their life had turned into a dull, predictable routine.
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That evening, Ellis noticed something was off. Mark looked uneasy, shifting in his seat.
“What’s wrong?” Ellis asked, watching him closely.
“Nothing, everything’s fine,” Mark said, waving her off. But Ellis knew he was lying. She had always been able to tell when he wasn’t honest. She narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to speak.
Mark sighed deeply. “Alright, we need to talk,” he said finally.
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“Why? What happened?” Ellis asked, her voice tense.
“Do you remember my business trip from a few weeks ago?” Mark asked, avoiding her gaze.
“Yes, with Donna,” Ellis said slowly.
Mark looked at the floor. “We slept together,” he admitted.
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“You what?” Ellis said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I don’t know why it happened,” Mark said. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our 25th anniversary. You’re the only woman I’ve ever been with. I guess I started wondering about things, and it all happened so fast. But, Ellis, it was a mistake. I’ve felt terrible ever since. I love you, only you.”
“How could you do this to me?” Ellis asked. She didn’t yell, but her heart felt heavy, as though it might break.
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“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll never do it again, I promise,” Mark said, his voice trembling.
“Leave,” Ellis said firmly.
“Don’t do this, please,” Mark begged.
“Go. I can’t look at you right now,” Ellis said.
Mark nodded and walked to the bedroom. Ellis sat silently, her mind racing, barely noticing when he left.
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“This is the saddest cocktail I’ve ever seen,” a voice said, pulling Ellis out of her thoughts. She blinked and looked around, realizing where she was.
She sat at the bar, staring at the divorce papers Mark had signed. They sat right in front of her.
She had filed for divorce and forced Mark to sign them. Yet, her own name remained unsigned.
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It had been weeks since she learned about Mark’s affair, but she still couldn’t move on.
Ellis turned toward the voice. She saw a young man standing nearby. He looked barely older than her daughter.
“What do you want?” she asked, frowning. “I’m not in the mood to talk.”
“My name’s Leo,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve been watching you come here night after night. You sit alone, looking miserable. Then you whine to the bartender about your marriage. It’s getting old. Pretty pathetic, honestly.”
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“If you came here to insult me, don’t bother,” Ellis snapped. “And I’ve seen you leave with a different woman every night. So tell me, who’s more pathetic? At least I know what love is.”
“Ouch,” Leo said with a laugh. “You’ve got some fight in you. I like that. Look, I’m not here to make fun of you. I’m here to offer some help. Give me a few days, and I’ll get you back in shape.”
“In shape for what?” Ellis asked, narrowing her eyes.
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“For seducing men, of course,” Leo replied.
“I’m 42,” Ellis said. “I’ve only ever been with one man.”
“Exactly,” Leo said. “That’s why I want to help. So, what do you say?” He held out his hand.
“What’s in it for you?” Ellis asked suspiciously.
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“It’s a challenge,” Leo said.
Ellis sighed. Then, reluctantly, she shook his hand. She wasn’t interested in flirting with men, but she figured a distraction might not be the worst idea.
Over the next few days, Leo dove headfirst into helping Ellis reinvent herself.
He took her shopping at trendy boutiques, insisting she try on clothes that were far from her usual style.
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Ellis initially hesitated, standing awkwardly in front of the mirror in fitted dresses and bold colors.
He didn’t stop there. Leo coached her on how to hold her head high and how to speak with conviction.
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He even pointed out men at the bar for her to approach, handing her opening lines. At first, Ellis felt ridiculous.
She stumbled over her words, her hands shaking as she introduced herself. But after a few tries, something changed.
Men smiled at her. Some even asked for her number. For the first time in years, Ellis felt seen.
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Still, one thing nagged at her. Leo’s charm with women, though effortless, felt empty.
He flirted easily, laughed at their jokes, and disappeared with a new woman every night. One evening, as they sat at the bar, Ellis broke the silence.
“Why do you do it?” she asked. “Don’t you want something real?”
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Leo avoided her gaze. “What’s the point?” he said.
“You’re scared of getting hurt,” Ellis said gently.
Leo paused before answering. “I’m not ready for anything serious,” he finally admitted. “I’ve seen what happens when people fall in love — it ruins them.”
Ellis shook her head but didn’t press him further. She knew fear when she saw it.
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One quiet evening, Ellis sat at the bar, sipping her drink, when a man approached her. His name was Ryan.
He was polite, with an easy smile, and spoke confidently.
He complimented her dress and smiled at her often. But as she sat there, Ellis felt her thoughts drifting.
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She remembered how Mark used to make her laugh until her sides hurt. She thought about how he always seemed to know what she needed, even when she didn’t.
“I need to use the restroom,” Ellis said, suddenly standing up. But instead of going back, she walked out of the restaurant, got into a cab, and went home.
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The house was silent. Family photos hung on the walls, staring back at her. Ellis saw the unsigned divorce papers on the table. She picked up her phone and texted Leo.
@Ellis:
Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in over a week
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@Leo:
I met someone
@Ellis:
Wow. But I need to talk to you
@Leo:
I can’t right now. I’m with her
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@Ellis:
I’m thinking about going back to Mark
@Leo:
I’ll be there in 20 minutes
Twenty minutes later, Ellis heard the sharp sound of a car horn outside. She stepped onto her porch and saw Leo climbing out of his car. His face was tense, and he looked frustrated.
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“You can’t go back to him!” Leo shouted as he walked toward her.
Ellis crossed her arms. “I’ve realized something. I love him. I always have. No one else comes close,” she said firmly.
“He cheated on you!” Leo yelled, his voice rising. “He betrayed you!”
Ellis stood her ground. “I know. But I think I can forgive him.”
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“You can’t forgive that!” Leo snapped, shaking his head.
“Why not?” Ellis asked. “You’ve changed. You’ve found someone. Why can’t he?”
“It’s… it’s not the same,” Leo muttered, avoiding her eyes.
“I think it is,” Ellis replied, her voice steady.
Leo paused, then threw up his hands. “Fine. Do whatever you want. I’m done,” he said sharply. Without another word, he turned and got back into his car.
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Ellis watched as he drove off, his tires kicking up dust on the quiet street.
The next morning, she woke with a heavy heart. That day marked what would have been Ellis and Mark’s 25th wedding anniversary.
She decided it was time to talk to him. Taking a deep breath, she texted Mark, asking him to come over without explaining why.
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She spent the afternoon preparing dinner, using recipes she had made on their anniversaries before.
Later that evening, the doorbell rang. Ellis opened the door to find Mark standing there, his shoulders slumped and his eyes heavy with regret.
“Hey,” Mark said softly as the door opened.
“Hi,” Ellis replied, stepping aside. “Come in.” She gestured toward the living room, her voice steady but nervous.
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Mark walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the room. “So, what did you want to talk about? Is this about the divorce? Are we making it official?” His tone was cautious, his shoulders tense.
“I didn’t sign the papers,” Ellis said, her words measured.
Mark froze. “What? Why not?”
Before Ellis could answer, the doorbell rang. She frowned, glancing at the clock. “Who could that be?” she wondered aloud.
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“Did you tell Sara about the divorce?” Mark asked, his brow furrowing.
“No, I couldn’t. Did you?” Ellis asked, meeting his gaze.
“No,” Mark said, shaking his head.
Ellis sighed. “Damn. She knows it’s our anniversary. She probably came to celebrate,” she said, walking to the door.
When Ellis opened it, she was stunned to see Sara standing there — but her daughter wasn’t alone. Standing beside her was Leo.
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“What are you doing with my daughter?!” Ellis demanded, glaring at Leo.
“Mom,” Sara said, beaming. “This is my boyfriend, Leo. I thought today would be a great time to introduce him to you.”
Ellis stared at Leo in disbelief. “No way! Do you know he’s a womanizer?!”
“He was,” Sara said, her smile fading. “But… Wait. How do you know that?”
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“I was teaching her how to flirt with men,” Leo said casually, then blinked in confusion. “Wait… how is she your mom? She’s way too young!”
“Why do you think I got married at 17?” Ellis replied dryly.
“What’s going on here?” Sara asked, her voice rising. “Why were you teaching my mom how to flirt? She’s married!”
“They’re divorcing,” Leo interjected. Then, noticing Mark, he added, “Or maybe not.”
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“What?!” Sara exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Ellis looked at her daughter, her face softening. “Because I wasn’t sure yet. And today, I invited your dad to tell him I want to get back together.”
Mark’s head jerked up. “Really?” he asked, his voice filled with cautious hope. Ellis nodded.
Leo crossed his arms. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
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Ellis raised an eyebrow. “And you don’t deserve my daughter.”
“You said I’ve changed,” Leo retorted.
“And that’s true,” Sara said, stepping forward. “Mom, we’re in love. And it was Leo’s idea to meet you.”
“I didn’t know you were her parents,” Leo said defensively.
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Ellis took a moment to process everything. The room fell silent until Mark spoke. “Are you really ready to forgive me?”
“Yes,” Ellis said. “I’ve decided it’s worth giving us another chance. If someone like Leo can fall in love, then after 25 years, we can fix things too.”
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Mark stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Ellis clung to him, tears streaming down her face. She loved him, and together they could rebuild.
“But,” Mark said, pulling back, “I still need to know how you know Leo.”
“Me too!” Sara exclaimed. They all burst into laughter, and Ellis invited them to the table. Together, they sat, letting love guide the way forward.
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My stepdaughter insisted that I transfer all of her late father’s assets to her – I did as she asked, but it didn’t turn out the way she expected
George’s absence haunts their home, his memory wrapped in his shirt that Mariana clutches each night. Yet, it wasn’t his death that shattered her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s demand for his assets. When she finally gave in, a twist emerged, leaving Susan furious and Mariana oddly at peace.
Moving on after losing a loved one is never easy. Sometimes, I still hear my hubby George’s voice in the back of my head. I wake up clutching his favorite shirt, his scent lingering on the fabric. But while I was still grieving his loss, what my stepdaughter did… it completely shattered me…
I’m Mariana, 57 years old, and I was married to the most wonderful man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, 34, from a previous marriage.
Our relationship with Susan used to be fine. She called me “Mom” and filled the void in my heart of not having a child of my own. I didn’t see her as “someone else’s” child. I loved her as my own daughter, you know.
When Susan got married to the man of her choice, George and I were overjoyed. But after that, everything went downhill when George was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Susan’s visits dwindled from weekly to monthly, then stopped altogether. She barely came to see her father, occasionally calling me to ask about his condition.
One day, she asked me something that tore me apart. “How many more days does he have left to live?”
I gripped the phone tightly, my voice trembling. “Susan, your father isn’t some product with an expiry date.”
“I just want to know, Mom. I’m busy, you know that… I can’t be visiting often,” she replied.
“Busy?” I echoed, disbelief coloring my tone. “Too busy to see your dying father?”
She sighed heavily. “Look, I’ll try to visit soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never came.
Then, the day I dreaded finally arrived. The hospital called, informing me that George had passed peacefully.
I was shattered, barely able to stand as the news sunk in. My George, my beloved George, was gone.
To my shock and disappointment, Susan didn’t even attend his funeral. When I called her, she had an excuse ready.
“You know that I just delivered my baby last month, Mom,” she said, her voice oddly detached. “The doctors advised against long travel due to some health issues.”
I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you want to see him one last time?”
“I can’t risk my baby’s health,” she replied curtly. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not really, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, sweetie. Take care.”
As I hung up and sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had fundamentally changed between us.
Six months after George’s passing, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. Opening it, I found Susan and her husband Doug, accompanied by a stern-looking man in a suit.
Susan barged in without a greeting. “Mom, we need you to sign some papers.”
I blinked, confused. “What papers?”
Doug thrust a stack of documents at me, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. It’s for transferring all the assets into our names.”
“Excuse me?” I stepped back, my heart racing. “What are you talking about?”
Susan rolled her eyes. “Dad’s assets, Mom. We’re here to claim what’s rightfully ours.”
Their audacity left me speechless. If only George had left a will, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I would have ensured my daughter was taken care of before she even knew there was a problem.
But this? Their tone and audacity irked me. How could they think I’d just stand by and let them walk all over me?
“No,” I said firmly, finding my voice. “I want you to leave my house right now. And don’t you dare come back with such awful demands.”
Susan’s face contorted with anger. “You can’t do this! You’re not even my REAL MOTHER!”
Her words hit me like a bag of bricks. I stumbled back, tears welling in my eyes. “Susan, how can you say that? After all these years?”
“Just stick to your boundaries and pass on my father’s assets to me,” she spat.
I felt my blood pressure rising, my vision blurring with tears and rage. “Get out of my house!” I shouted. “Your father would be heartbroken if he knew what a greedy daughter you’ve become. I’m glad my George didn’t live to see this day.”
Susan launched into a tirade, her words becoming a blur of insults and demands.
“How dare you, Mariana? George was my father, not yours, and you have no right to anything here!” she yelled. “You think you can wiggle your way in here and take what’s ours? Over my dead body!”
That did it. Tears sprang from my eyes. Susan… the daughter my George and I had raised practically stabbed me with her words alone.
But no, I wouldn’t let them break me. Not me. Not Mariana.
“This is my home, and you’re not welcome! Take your greed and get out before I call the cops!” I retorted.
“Do you have any idea what you’re putting us through? You’re nothing but a greedy vulture, circling around for scraps my father left behind!” Susan barked.
“If you had an ounce of decency, you’d leave right now! But clearly, that’s asking too much!” I snapped.
“You think a few harsh words will scare us? Just sign the damn papers, lady!” Doug yelled at me.
I felt cornered by the daughter I’d loved and raised. I was furious and heartbroken.
When they refused to leave, my neighbor, hearing the commotion, rushed over. “You heard her! This isn’t your place, and you’re not welcome. Move it!” he physically escorted Susan and Doug out.
As they left, Susan’s furious voice echoed back. “This isn’t over, Mariana! You’ll regret this!”
I slumped onto the couch, my heart aching. Where had all that love we once shared vanished? How could greed twist my daughter into someone I barely recognized?
With trembling hands, I reached for George’s framed photo on the side table. Tears blurred my vision as I traced his smiling face.
“Oh, George,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I’m lost without you.”
A sob escaped my throat as I clutched the frame to my chest. “Our daughter… our sweet Susan… she’s a stranger to me now. What happened to the little girl who used to call me Mom?”
The silence of the empty house pressed in around me, amplifying my grief. I rocked back and forth, the photo cool against my tear-stained cheeks.
“I miss you so much, honey,” I choked out. “I don’t know how to face this alone.”
Susan’s calls didn’t stop after that. Day and night, my phone buzzed with her angry messages and voicemails. Finally, exhausted and desperate for peace, I decided to give in.
I met with my lawyer, determined to give Susan what she wanted and be done with it. But there was something neither of us knew.
A week later, Susan stormed into my home again, her face red with fury.
“HOW DID YOU DO THIS?” she screamed. “I only get $3,000 and an old car? What about everything else?”
I stared at her, a small smile forming on my face. “What are you talking about?”
Susan waved a paper in my face. “This! This pathetic inheritance you told the lawyer to give me! Where’s everything else?”
I took the paper from her, a small smile dancing on my lips. According to this, George only had $3,000 in his bank account, an old Mustang, and some debts.
“What about the house? The SUV? Dad’s old farmhouse?” Susan snapped.
You see, my lawyer, whom I’d called the other day, arrived and explained the situation. And this is what he said:
“Mrs. Anderson, everything the family owned is in your name. The house, the SUV, the farmhouse, everything. Mr. Anderson transferred it all to you years ago, keeping just three grand in his bank account and his old Mustang. It’s up to you now to decide the fate of these assets.”
Until the lawyer dropped the bomb, I’d assumed George had left me nothing. But no! He had made sure I’d be taken care of after he was gone. Bless his soul.
Susan’s face twisted with rage when I spilled the tea. “You’re lying! This can’t be true!” she hissed.
I looked at her, a strange calm settling over me. “Well, Susan, you wanted your father’s assets. Now you have them.”
“This isn’t fair!” she shrieked. “You tricked me!”
I looked up, a gentle smile plastered on my face. “No, Susan. I gave you exactly what you asked for… what rightfully belonged to your father. And now, I’m keeping what rightfully belongs to me.”
In the days that followed, I made a decision. I sold everything — the house, the SUV, the farmhouse, all of it. I made a decent eight figures, and bought a beautiful villa in a place I’d always dreamed of living, far from everyone.
As I settled into my new home, I received a call from an old friend back in town.
“Mariana,” she said, her voice hushed. “I thought you should know. Susan’s trying to start litigation against you.”
I sighed, unsurprised. “Let me guess, it fell through?”
“Yep. Everything was in your name, after all!”
I thanked her for the information and hung up, feeling a pang of sadness and relief.
Weeks passed, and I started to enjoy my new life. I traveled around the world, tried new hobbies, made new friends. But the peace didn’t last.
One day, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number. When I answered, I heard a man’s voice. “Mrs. Anderson? I’m calling on behalf of Susan. She wants to meet with you.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. “No,” I said firmly. “I’m not interested.”
“But Mrs. Anderson, she insists—”
I cut him off. “Tell Susan she got what she wanted. I have nothing more to say to her.”
As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but wonder why Susan was so desperate to meet now. What more could she possibly want? The fragments of my remaining peace?
I shook my head, pushing the thought away. It didn’t matter. I had a new life now, and I intended to live it to the fullest. After all, isn’t that what George would have wanted?
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