When Rachel invites her new friend Mary over for dinner, the night takes an unexpected turn. The moment Mary sees Rachel’s husband, she flies into a rage and makes a shocking accusation. Stunned and caught between her friend and her husband, Rachel’s perfect life begins to unravel.
On paper, Dan and I are that annoyingly perfect suburban family – you know the type. I’ve got the marketing manager gig, Dan’s killing it as a software developer, and we live with our gorgeous four-year-old, Ethan, in one of those houses with the manicured lawns and the neighborhood BBQs.
But lately, I’d been feeling like something was missing, even though I couldn’t put my finger on what. So I did what any self-respecting millennial does when faced with an existential crisis: I joined a fitness class.
And that’s where I met Mary.
Mary was different. In a good way. She was our instructor, all toned muscles and infectious energy. Single mom to a sweet little girl named Cindy. From day one, we just clicked.
“Come on, Rachel!” she’d yell during burpees, grinning like a maniac. “You’ve got this! Channel that boardroom boss energy!”
I’d be lying if I said her enthusiasm wasn’t a little terrifying at first. But soon enough, I found myself looking forward to our sessions, and not just for the endorphin high.
After class one day, as I was chugging water and trying not to collapse, Mary plopped down next to me.
“So,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Lunch tomorrow? There’s this new place downtown that does amazing salads. And before you say no, remember, we earned it!”
And just like that, we fell into a rhythm. Workouts, lunches, shopping trips where we’d try on ridiculous outfits and laugh until our sides hurt. It felt like being in college again, having a best friend to share everything with.
“God, I needed this,” I told her one day over sushi. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but sometimes…”
Mary nodded, popping a California roll into her mouth. “Sometimes you need to remember you’re more than just ‘mom’ or ‘wife,’ right? I get it. Being Cindy’s mom is the best thing that ever happened to me, but it’s nice to be just Mary sometimes, too.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Weeks flew by, and suddenly Mary wasn’t just my trainer or my friend, she was family. Which is why, on that fateful Tuesday, I decided it was time for her to meet my actual family.
“Dinner at our place this weekend?” I asked as we cooled down after a particularly brutal HIIT session. “You can bring Cindy. Ethan would love a playmate.”
Mary’s face lit up. “Seriously? That sounds amazing! I’ll bring dessert. I hope your hubby likes apple pie!”
I spent all of Saturday in a cleaning frenzy, much to Dan’s amusement.
“Babe, it’s just dinner with a friend,” he said, watching me scrub the kitchen counter for the third time. “Not a visit from the Queen.”
I rolled my eyes. “I want everything to be perfect.”
Dan held up his hands in surrender, but I caught the smile on his face. He was happy for me, I knew. I’d been talking about Mary non-stop for weeks.
By six o’clock, the house smelled amazing (if I do say so myself), and I was putting the finishing touches on the table when the doorbell rang.
“I’ve got it!” I called out, smoothing my dress as I headed for the door. With a deep breath and a bright smile, I swung it open.
There stood Mary, looking gorgeous in a flowy summer dress, Cindy peeking out shyly from behind her legs. In Mary’s hands were a bottle of wine and what I assumed was the promised apple pie.
“Hey, you made it!” I said, ushering them in. “Come on in, let me take that.”
And that’s when everything went straight to hell.
I heard Dan’s footsteps behind me, probably coming to say hello. But the moment Mary’s eyes landed on him, it was like someone had flipped a switch.
The warm, friendly expression I’d grown so used to vanished, replaced by something I’d never seen before: pure, unadulterated shock, quickly followed by a rage so intense it made me take a step back.
The wine bottle slipped from Mary’s fingers, shattering on the floor. The sound seemed to snap her out of her trance, and suddenly she was moving, pushing past me with a fury that left me speechless.
“YOU!?” she screamed, jabbing a finger at Dan. “I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”
I stood there, mouth hanging open, trying to make sense of what was happening. Dan looked just as confused, his face pale as he held up his hands.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, “but I’ve never seen you before in my life.”
Wrong thing to say. Mary’s eyes flashed dangerously, and for a second, I thought she might actually hit him.
“DON’T LIE!” she yelled, her voice cracking.
“This man,” she gestured wildly at Dan, “is Cindy’s father! He left us when I was pregnant, just disappeared! How dare you lie!”
The words hit me like a physical blow. I felt dizzy, like the floor was tilting beneath my feet. This couldn’t be happening. This was some kind of sick joke, right?
“Mary,” I managed to choke out, “what are you talking about? There has to be some mistake.”
But Mary wasn’t listening. She was digging frantically in her purse, muttering under her breath.
Finally, she pulled out her phone, swiping through it with shaking hands before shoving it in my face.
“Look!” she demanded. “Look at this photo and tell me that isn’t him!”
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it. The photo showed a younger Mary, beaming at the camera, her arm around a man who looked… God, who looked exactly like Dan.
Same eyes, same smile, even the same little scar on his chin from a childhood bike accident.
“That’s… that can’t be…” I whispered, looking between the phone and my husband. Dan’s face had gone from confused to alarmed.
“Rachel, honey, I swear I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, reaching for me. But I flinched away, my mind reeling.
Mary let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Of course, he’s denying it. That’s what he does, isn’t it? Run away and pretend it never happened?”
I felt like I was drowning, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening.
How could my Dan have abandoned a pregnant woman? But then… why would Mary lie about something like this?
“We need proof,” I heard myself saying, surprised at how steady my voice sounded. “A DNA test. That’s the only way to know for sure.”
Mary nodded fiercely, while Dan just looked shell-shocked. “Fine,” he said quietly. “If that’s what it takes to prove I’m telling the truth.”
The next few days were a blur.
I moved through life on autopilot. Dan tried to talk to me, to explain, but what was there to say? Either he was telling the truth and this was all some cosmic misunderstanding, or my entire marriage was built on a lie.
When the results finally came, I insisted we all be there. Dan, Mary, and me, sitting around our kitchen table like some twisted parody of a family meeting. My hands shook as I opened the envelope.
I don’t remember the exact words. Just that feeling of the world dropping out from under me as I read the results. Positive match. 99.9% probability.
Dan was Cindy’s father.
The silence that followed was deafening. I looked up to see Dan, white as a sheet, shaking his head.
“This is impossible,” he whispered. “I don’t… I don’t understand. I’ve never seen her before, I swear!”
Mary’s laugh was bitter. “Still lying, even now? God, you really are a piece of work.”
But something in Dan’s voice made me pause. The confusion, the genuine shock… it didn’t seem like an act. Could he really not remember?
As Mary gathered her things to leave, promising we’d talk more once everyone had time to process the news, I found myself standing in my living room, feeling like a stranger in my own life.
Dan hovered nearby, clearly wanting to comfort me but unsure if he should.
“Rachel,” he said softly. “I know this is… God, I don’t even know what this is. But I love you. You and Ethan, you’re my world.”
“Please, just… tell me what you need,” he said. “Tell me how to fix this.”
But I didn’t have an answer. What would you do if you found out the man you love had been hiding a secret this big? Could you ever trust him again? Or would you walk away from everything you’ve built?
At Husband’s Funeral Wife Meets a Woman with His Baby in Her Arms – Story of the Day
Nancy’s life is turned upside down at her husband’s funeral when she encounters an older woman holding a baby. The woman claims the child she is carrying is Nancy’s late husband’s. Is she lying? Or do more shocking revelations await Nancy?
Nancy looked at the final traces of her husband’s funeral service. She couldn’t believe Patrick was gone. He had died in a car accident. It had been a week, but she could still feel him around her. How could he be dead?
With a heavy heart, she headed toward the cemetery’s exit, telling herself she had to start figuring out the rest of her life.
Suddenly, an older woman with a baby blocked her path.
“Are you Nancy?” the woman asked while the baby in her arms cried.
Nancy didn’t recognize her. Who was she?
“I am. Who are you?” Nancy replied.
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Nancy’s heart wasn’t ready when the woman, Amanda, revealed the baby in her arms was Patrick’s child.
“Only you can look after this child now,” she told Nancy. “Her mother can’t provide for her.”
A shiver ran down Nancy’s spine. She stared at the baby and backed away.
“No, it can’t be! Patrick was a loving husband. He would never do this to me!”
Nancy turned around and left. She would never doubt Patrick.
“Watch out!”
Nancy bumped into one of Patrick’s old friends, Mike. She was too lost in her thoughts to notice where she was heading.
Mike started chatting with her, offering his condolences. Nancy didn’t want to talk to anyone, but she had to be courteous. She finished the conversation as soon as she could and headed to her car.
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The baby’s thoughts replayed in her mind, but she dismissed them. However, as Nancy opened her car door, she was shocked. The same baby lay in her back seat, crying.
Nancy looked around. Amanda was nowhere to be seen. “How did this baby even get here?” she wondered.
It was cold, so Nancy removed her jacket and began wrapping it around the little one.
But she froze when she noticed a birthmark on the baby’s neck. “It can’t be,” she muttered to herself.
The birthmark was exactly like Patrick’s. Nancy didn’t want to suspect her late husband of cheating. But now, she needed the truth. She needed to know if Patrick had been unfaithful to her.
Nancy drove home with the baby, took Patrick’s hair strands from his hairbrush, and went to a hospital.
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“Hello, I’d like to get a paternity test done,” she told the receptionist at the counter.
“OK, ma’am. Normally, it takes a few days to get the results,” the woman said.
“Can it be done quicker?” Nancy asked. “I’ll pay extra.”
“Well, we do have expedited service. Let me see what I can do. But it will cost you more.”
“I’ll take it,” Nancy replied. She submitted Patrick’s samples and paid for the test.
Sitting in the hallway, she was awaiting the results when the baby started crying. Nancy sniffed the baby’s clothes. Her diaper didn’t need a change.
Nancy guessed she must have been hungry. There was still time before the results came in, so she drove to a supermarket and bought baby formula, bottles, and a few diapers — just in case she needed them.
She returned to the hallway and sat there, feeding the formula to the baby. After what seemed like an eternity, a nurse approached her with the results.
The woman handed her an envelope and walked away.
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“This is the truth, and I’ll have to accept it whether I like it or not,” Nancy thought as she opened the results.
Her head seemed to spin when she read the words, “Paternity rate – 99%.”
Nancy looked at the sleeping baby in her arms and swallowed the tears in her eyes. Patrick had cheated on her and kept her in the dark.
Nancy decided she would not live with the proof of his infidelity forever. She would find the baby’s mother and give the baby back to her.
Pulling herself together, Nancy drove home and began going through Patrick’s things. But she didn’t find anything that could point her to his lover. She moved to his office next, searching his drawers, files, and cabinets. But nothing.
Nancy sighed. The baby was asleep in the living room. Grabbing the baby monitor, she headed to Patrick’s car. She searched under the seats, in the glove compartment, and in all the nooks and crannies of the vehicle. But she didn’t find anything significant.
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Nancy sank into the driver’s seat when her eyes landed on the GPS. And it was then it hit her. Patrick was terrible at directions and always used the navigator. If he had ever visited his mistress’ house, that is where she would find her address.
Nancy went straight to recent destinations on the navigator. The list wasn’t long, mostly familiar places: local restaurants, the hardware store, and Patrick’s office. But then, one address caught her eye—it appeared more frequently than others, and she didn’t recognize it.
“This is it,” she thought. She took the baby with her and drove to the address.
***
Arriving there, Nancy found herself in front of a modest house. She scooped the baby in her arms, walked to the front door, and knocked.
“Hello? Anyone home?” she asked.
After the tenth knock, when nobody answered the door, Nancy concluded the house was empty. She looked around and decided to approach the neighbors. She started with the house next door and rang the doorbell.
The door opened with a creak, and Nancy’s eyes widened when Amanda stepped out.
“You?” Nancy asked.
“How…how did you find me?” Amanda stuttered.
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“I was trying to find my husband’s…” Nancy paused. “His other woman. I wanted to return her baby.”
A strange sadness flashed across Amanda’s face. “The woman who lived next door… died a few days ago. She had a heart attack when she learned about your husband’s accident. Emma is no more.”
“Wait…did you say Emma?” Nancy asked, shocked.
“Yes,” Amanda nodded. “Did you know her?”
“Was…Was her last name Warren?”
When Amanda nodded, Nancy hung her head in shame. “Can-Can I come inside?” she asked. “There’s something I’d like to tell you. I feel I could use some talk.”
Amanda opened the door wider for her, and Nancy stepped inside. They settled in the living room. “Emma was my classmate,” Nancy began recounting her past. “She was also my friend. But I wronged her and…Patrick…”
20 years ago…
Nancy and Patrick were in their school’s hallway. She was standing next to her locker when Patrick approached her.
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“Hey, Nancy,” he said quietly, and she looked at him.
“I…I need to tell you something,” Patrick added anxiously.
“Hey,” she smiled. “Yes?”
“I…I’m in love with someone else, Nancy,” he confessed. “I know you’ve been really kind and everything, but I’m sorry.”
Nancy was shocked. “Tell me it’s a joke, Patrick,” she cried. “You can’t be serious!”
But Patrick was serious. Patrick was head over heels in love with Emma, and Emma loved him, too.
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Nancy was so distraught that day that she returned home in tears.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Her mother immediately sensed something had happened at school.
Nancy sobbed as she told her how Patrick had broken up with her.
“I want to break them up!” she yelled. “I won’t let them be together!”
“Nancy, you won’t be able to create your own happiness by destroying someone else’s,” her mother advised her. “Revenge is never an option. Forget about him.”
But Nancy was fueled with the desire for revenge.
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In the next few days, Nancy tried everything she could to drive Patrick and Emma apart—she spread silly rumors, planned coincidental run-ins where she’d flaunt newfound confidence, and even stooped to sending anonymous notes, trying to stir up jealousy.
However, nothing worked. Emma seemed happy, wrapped up in her and Patrick’s world and Nancy was left on the outside, her plans crumbling uselessly around her.
But Nancy wasn’t the one to give up. One night, she had the perfect idea to drive a wedge between Emma and Patrick.
“Hello, Nancy, how are you?” Nancy visited Patrick, and the door was answered by this mother.
“I’m fine, Mrs. White. Is Patrick home?”
“Yes, dear. Let me get him.”
Patrick was confused to see her on his doorstep. “Nancy? What’s going on?”
“I know this will come as a shock to you, Patrick, but…I’m-I’m pregnant!” she announced.
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Patrick was shocked and terrified. “What…but…Are you sure?”
When she nodded, Patrick invited her inside. She told him she hadn’t told her parents yet because she was scared. Nancy said her father would definitely be against it and force her to terminate the pregnancy. So she begged Patrick not to tell anyone about it and noticed how easily he succumbed to her lie.
Patrick was a responsible guy. Nancy knew that. He held her hands and said, “I’m the child’s father, so I’ll take the responsibility for our baby. And yes, don’t worry; this will stay between us.”
Present-day…
“I used him. I lied to him. I wasn’t pregnant,” Nancy told Amanda. “I was hurt, and I couldn’t stand losing him to Emma. So I told him a lie that changed everything. He was ready to step up, leave Emma, and be…a father.”
“Lies ruin everything, dear,” Amanda shook her head. “And what after that? Did he never find out the truth?”
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“He didn’t,” Nancy revealed. “I kept up the act, the morning sickness, the whole thing. But after a couple of months, I…I couldn’t carry on with it. So, I told him there was a mistake with the test and that the doctor was wrong. And by then, Emma had…moved. She was heartbroken and had left town with her parents. Patrick and I stayed together. He never went back to her, never tried to find her. We just moved on. Or pretended to…” Nancy added, looking at the sleeping baby in her arms. Now she knew Patrick had returned to Emma.
“And I guess it’s time to correct what I couldn’t back then,” Nancy said and rose to her feet.
She was leaving Amanda’s house with the baby when the older woman stopped her.
“What are you going to do with the baby?” Amanda asked.
Nancy turned around and smiled at Amanda. “I will raise her as my own child. Maybe that’ll help me seek forgiveness from Patrick and Emma.”
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And Nancy followed through on her words. She raised baby Catherine with love. When Catherine turned 16, Nancy told her everything about her past. She was expecting Catherine to hate her. And she was prepared for it.
But Catherine smiled and said, “Nothing changes how I feel about you, Mom. You raised me. You were there for every scraped knee, every fever, every heartbreak. You’re my mom in every way that counts.”
Nancy cried silently and hugged her daughter. Catherine’s words had not only relieved her heart, but they’d also made her believe that Emma and Patrick had forgiven her.
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