I knew how much my fiancé loved me until he didn’t show up at the altar on our wedding day. A day later, I saw him signing papers in my father’s office without me knowing what it was about.
Brian and I visited our favorite fine-dining restaurant on the night of our sixth anniversary as a couple. He seemed very nervous, and I kept wondering why. “What’s wrong, Brian? Are you alright?” I asked him as he shifted in his seat a couple of times while looking behind me.
He nodded and tried his best to smile. “Yeah, of course, I’m okay,” he assured me. “It’s our anniversary and I couldn’t be happier.”
I smiled at his answer and proceeded to look at the menu. I had memorized the menu from all the times we’d been at the restaurant, but I still looked look over it for old time’s sake. By the time I looked up from the menu, I got the surprise of my life.
Brian was on one knee, and there was a group of musicians behind him, playing soft, romantic music with their violins. “Jane, honey. We’ve been together for six years now, and I’m more than certain that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Brian declared. “Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Of course, yes!” I said, jumping from my seat to give Brian a hug. I looked at the beautiful solitaire ring that Brian slipped on my finger and realized how long it would have taken him to save up for something so big and beautiful.
The following day, I went to visit my parents to let them know that Brian had proposed. My mom was delighted for me and gave me a big hug. However, my dad’s reaction was another story.
“You can’t possibly be happy marrying that man, Jane,” he told me. “What will become of you and your children? Will he even afford to buy you a house? To put your kids through private school?” he started to ask.
“Dad, how could you say that? Brian works hard, and I’m working too. We’ll figure it out together as every married couple does!” I shot back.
“How long did it take him to save up for that ring, anyway? As if that’s supposed to convince me that he can take care of you. If I were you, I’d give that ring back and call the wedding off. It’s not too late, Jane. There are many wealthy bachelors I can introduce you to – men that I can actually entrust my daughter and the future of my business with,” he told me.
I scoffed in disbelief, knowing all my dad ever cared about was money. I shook my head and left the house before I could say anything I’d regret.
Brian and I planned our wedding alone, with subtle help from my mom. Three months of preparation passed, and it was finally time for the big day.
Before the ceremony, Brian couldn’t find his sister and his niece. “Where are they?” he asked his mother. Reluctantly, Brian’s mom revealed that his niece Maxine had to be taken to the hospital for an emergency operation on her heart problem.
“Your sister’s been trying to find people she can borrow money from,” his mom told him. “The hospital won’t start on the operation unless they give a downpayment, but Maxine just doesn’t have that much time left. They need to start the operation as soon as they can.”
Without a second thought, Brian decided to approach my dad to ask for help. “Sir, I know this is going to sound bad, but I was wondering if you could lend me money for my niece’s operation. I had just spent most of what’s in my account on the wedding,” Brian admitted.
I decided to have a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop when I suddenly saw Brian looking around the area before entering my dad’s office building.
“I promise, I will pay you back in a month. I just need to get through the month before I get my paycheck,” he asked.
My father shook his head. “I knew you were up to no good,” he scoffed. “But yes, I will help you, on one condition,” he told Brian.
“What is it, sir? I’ll do anything,” Brian said without hesitation.
“You don’t need to pay me back for the money, but you need to disappear from Jane’s life. Run away, and never come back,” he declared.
Brian’s heart twitched upon hearing about my father’s condition. However, he remembered what his mom said about Maxine not having much time left, so he reluctantly agreed. It was his only chance to save his niece’s life.
A couple of minutes later, I was at the altar, weeping. Brian didn’t show up to the wedding, and everyone was trying to console me. “What happened? We were okay yesterday,” I cried. “Where did he go?” I kept asking, after hearing from guests that Brian was at the church earlier that morning.
The following day, my dad asked to meet me at his office. I was supposed to meet him in an hour and a half, but I arrived early.
I decided to have a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop when I suddenly saw Brian looking around the area before entering my dad’s office building. “What is he doing here?” I asked myself before deciding to follow him.
By the time I got the bill at the coffee shop, Brian had already entered the elevator. I had a feeling that he was on the way to my dad’s office, so I hurried up the next elevator to see what it was all about.
When I arrived, I saw Brian, my dad, and my dad’s lawyer in the same room. Because the glass windows were soundproof, I could not hear what they were talking about. Instead, I watched my dad’s lawyer hand Brian some papers, which he signed before shaking hands with the other men in the room.
I couldn’t stop myself from barging in at that point. “What is this?! What are those papers and why are you here?!” I yelled.
My dad had a smug look on his face as if telling me he knew this would happen all along. “Your groom here just agreed not to see you ever again in exchange for money,” he told me.
I looked at Brian with the most painful look of betrayal. “Is that true?” I said, trying not to choke from the tightening in my throat that came after hearing what my dad had said.
“I’m sorry, Jane. It’s Maxine. She’s dying, and she needs an expensive operation to save her life,” Brian cried. “Yesterday, I asked your dad for help, and he said he’d help me if I didn’t attend the wedding. I’m sorry, Jane. I can’t bear losing my niece,” he sobbed.
“He just signed the agreement that he would never show up in your life ever again. If you hadn’t shown up, the papers stated that he would not be allowed to tell you the truth, either. But now that you’re here, I guess it’s better for you to know that he replaced your relationship for money,” my dad said, slamming the papers on the table.
“How could you do this to me?!” I yelled at my dad. “My life is not some toy you can just play with! You ruined my relationship, and you ruined what was supposed to be the best day of my life!” I cried.
“What kind of father are you?! I never want to see you again,” I said before leaving his office.
I could feel my knees grow weak, and before I could even reach the elevator, I collapsed on the floor, crying. “Why?” I cried to nobody in particular. It was then that I felt Brian’s arms wrap around me.
“I’m sorry, Jane,” he cried. “I love you with all my heart, but I also couldn’t allow Maxine to die. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
“You are the kindest, most selfless man I know,” I told Brian. “I know you only meant well. But I hope you had told me instead of going to my dad. That way, we still could have continued our wedding, and we could have helped Maxine together.”
Brian nodded and sighed upon realizing his mistake. “I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t at the church yet, and your dad was the first one I saw when I heard the news. I’m sorry, Jane,” he apologized to me.
“I understand if you never want to see me again, but I wish you could give me a chance to prove to you how much I love you. I really do, Jane,” he tried to assure me.
“I know you do, Brian, and I love you just as much,” I replied.
That day, we decided to talk about our lives and what we could do moving forward. We visited Maxine at the hospital and paid for the surgery after getting refunds from our wedding suppliers. Maxine successfully underwent surgery, and she once again became the lively, loving girl we all once knew.
Three months passed, and Brian and I decided to start a new life together. We moved to a different city to start fresh, and I decided to cut my dad out of my life for good.
“I hope you understand why I had to do this, mom,” I said when I told my mom my decision of keeping away from dad. “It’s for my own good. He was too toxic for me, and I just couldn’t take it.”
It pained my mom to hear this, but she completely understood where I was coming from. “I will always be here for you, dear,” she assured me. “Please visit me, and always keep in touch. I can’t bear not seeing you for a long time.”
With my mom’s blessing, Brian and I got married in a simple celebration. Only my mom, his parents, a few of our close friends, and his sister and niece were in attendance.
Before leaving town, Brian and I mailed the check my dad had issued back to him. Since then, I never heard from him again. After quitting my job at the family company, he blocked my credit cards and any chance of receiving an inheritance.
With the money I had saved up for years and with Brian’s, too, we were able to buy a small house in the suburbs. I got a job at another company, and together, we worked hard to raise our three children in a loving environment.
What can we learn from this story?
Never let money get in the way of your relationship. Jane’s dad thought getting Brian away from her would be as simple as giving her money. However, when Jane found out the truth about what her dad did, she was angrier with him than with Brian, as she knew Brian was in a difficult situation that left him with no choice but to agree to her dad’s wishes.
Always be honest with your spouse and work through life’s challenges together. When Jane found out the truth, all she wanted was for Brian to have told her the truth, to begin with. That way, they could have avoided what happened at the wedding and continued on. Ultimately, they were able to work through their issues and work together to save Maxine and start a new life together without her dad in the picture.
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My Parents Abandoned Me and My Younger Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Knocked on My Door Smiling
Tori’s world shatters when her cruel parents abandon her and her two little brothers, leaving them to fend for themselves. Years later, just as she begins to rebuild her life, her estranged parents knock on her door, smiling as if nothing happened. Why have they returned now, after all these years, and what do they want from Tori?
I watched in shock as my parents rushed around the living room, packing their things. “We’ll call child services, and they’ll take you away,” my father barked.
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My little brothers clung to me, their faces etched with confusion and fear.
“Tori, what’s happening?” Lucas asked with wide, scared eyes.
He was just six, and my heart broke for him.
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“I don’t know, Lucas,” I said, hugging him tight. “But it’s going to be okay. I promise.”
The thing was, I was only 15, and I had no idea what was happening.
Ben, who was only five, began crying. “I don’t want to go, Tori. I want to stay with you.”
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My heart ached for my little brothers.
I wanted to protect them, to keep us all together, but I felt so powerless.
The doorbell rang, and my heart sank even further.
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It was the Child Protective Services, just like Dad had threatened.
A woman with a kind face stepped into the living room. She introduced herself, but I didn’t catch her name. My mind was racing too fast.
“I’m here to help,” she said gently. “I know this is hard, but we need to take you somewhere safe.”
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Lucas tightened his grip on me, and I held him close. “Please, don’t take us away,” I begged. “We can stay here, we’ll be good.”
The woman sighed, her eyes sad. “I’m sorry, Tori. It’s not up to me.”
Tears streamed down my face as they led us out of the house.
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Lucas and Ben were crying, too, their little hands clutching mine until they were pulled away. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.
We were loaded into separate cars, each headed to a different foster home.
I watched my brothers through the car window, their tear-streaked faces disappearing from view.
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The drive to my foster home was a blur of tears and confusion.
I kept replaying my father’s cold words in my head, wondering how it had come to this.
How could they just throw us away like that?
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The next chapter of my life began at the Thompsons’ foster home, and it was no better.
From the moment I arrived, I felt like an outsider.
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson barely looked at me, treating me like a burden rather than a child in need.
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I could feel their cold glances and the way they spoke to me, always short and dismissive.
It was clear I wasn’t wanted.
“Make sure you finish your chores, Tori,” Mrs. Thompson would say, her voice devoid of any warmth.
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“Yes, ma’am,” I would reply, keeping my head down.
The loneliness was suffocating.
I missed Lucas and Ben terribly and wondered if they were okay or if they missed me, too.
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The days dragged on, each one blending into the next, filled with chores and silence.
There was no warmth, no comfort, only the cold indifference of a family that didn’t care.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore. And so, I decided to run away.
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I thought maybe I could find my brothers, or at least find a place where I felt less alone. The first time I ran, I didn’t get far. The police found me and brought me back.
The Thompsons were furious.
“Why do you keep trying to run away?” Mr. Thompson snapped at me. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re causing?”
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“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, but I knew I wasn’t. I just wanted out.
Every time I ran away, the same thing happened. I would be dragged back, scolded, and ignored even more. But I didn’t give up.
One rainy night, I made up my mind. I packed a small bag with the few belongings I had and slipped out the window.
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Choosing the uncertainty of the streets over the Thompsons’ cold indifference was the hardest decision I ever made.
Life on the streets was harsh and unforgiving. I found temporary refuge in an old, abandoned trailer. It had a broken door and a leaky roof, but it gave me some shelter from the elements.
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Every day after that was a struggle.
I worked odd jobs, anything that would pay a few dollars to keep me going. I cleaned cars, carried groceries, and even helped out at a local diner. The money was barely enough, but I was surviving somehow.
The hardest part of it all was not knowing where my brothers were.
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I missed Lucas and Ben so much. I visited them whenever I could, but they were moved around so much that it became increasingly difficult.
One day, when I went to visit Ben, the most heartbreaking thing happened.
When I knocked on the door, an unfamiliar face answered.
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“Excuse me, can I see Ben?” I asked.
The woman shook her head. “No, they moved out last week. I think they went to another state.”
My heart sank. “Do you know where they went?” I asked desperately.
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She looked at me with pity. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”
I felt like I had failed Ben. I sat on the steps of the house and cried.
I had promised Ben we would be together, and now it felt like that promise was shattered.
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As days turned into weeks, I clung to the hope that I would find my brothers again. Lucas was still in town, and I visited him whenever I could.
But the fear of losing him, too, was always in the back of my mind.
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Months later, I got a job as a cleaner at a small shop on the outskirts of town. The work was menial, scrubbing floors and cleaning shelves, but it was steady.
Every penny I earned, I saved. I lived frugally, spending only on the essentials.
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One day, while sweeping the floor, the shop owner, Mr. Jenkins, noticed my hard work. “Tori, you’re a hard worker,” he said. “Have you thought about going back to school?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. I want to go to college, but money is tight.”
Mr. Jenkins smiled kindly. “Keep saving, and you’ll get there. I believe in you.”
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His words gave me hope. I continued to work hard, and eventually, I saved enough to enroll in community college. But balancing work and studies was tough. My days started early with cleaning the shop, and my evenings were filled with classes and homework.
There were times when I felt overwhelmed, but I kept pushing through. I remembered the promise I made to myself and my brothers. I had to make something of myself. I couldn’t let them down.
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Years passed, and finally, I graduated with a degree in business administration. With my newfound qualifications, I applied for a job as a store assistant at a large clothing store.
Starting at the bottom was challenging, but I was no stranger to hard work. I showed up early, stayed late, and always gave my best.
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With time, my manager, Ms. Carter, noticed my dedication.
“Tori, you’re doing great work,” she said one day as we restocked shelves together. “I’m promoting you to a supervisor.”
“Thank you, Ms. Carter!” I said, excited and grateful. “I promise I’ll do my best.”
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As a supervisor, I faced new challenges and responsibilities. I worked hard, learning from mistakes and asking for advice. My efforts paid off, and after a few years, I became the store manager.
But it seemed like fate had decided to test me once again. Just as I was settling into my new apartment, there was a knock on the door.
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I opened it to see my parents, Charles and Linda, standing there with suitcases in hand, smiles plastered on their faces as if nothing had ever happened.
“Hello, darling!” my mother said cheerfully.
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I stood there, frozen in disbelief. They had the audacity to show up now after all these years?
“Can we come in?” my father asked, still smiling.
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Still in shock, I stepped aside, letting them enter. They sat in the kitchen, a stark silence hanging between us. I made coffee, my mind racing with a thousand questions.
As they sipped their drinks, my mother finally spoke. “We were hoping you could let us stay here for a while, just until we get back on our feet.”
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I stared at her, taken aback. “You want to live with me?”
“Yes,” they both said, almost in unison.
“Why? How did you even find me?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.
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“Oh, sweetie, how does that matter? We are family, and family is supposed to help each other, right?”
I couldn’t contain my anger any longer.
“Oh really?” I snapped. “You haven’t asked a single thing about my brothers since you arrived. You just show up here, expecting me to help you after you abandoned us? Where were your ideas about family helping each other when we were struggling on the streets?”
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They looked taken aback, but I didn’t give them a chance to respond. I stood up and went upstairs, retrieving an old ten-dollar bill my father had given me years ago. Returning to the kitchen, I handed it to them.
“I hope this helps you as much as it helped me back then. Now, get out of my house and never come back.”
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Their smiles faded as the reality of my words sank in. Without another word, they gathered their things and left.
As the door closed behind them, I felt a strange sense of closure. They were gone, and I was finally free.
My past no longer held me back. I was ready for whatever came next.
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What would you have done?
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