Rebecca coped with her depression by organizing her life so there’d be no time for it. She’d been doing that for years since the divorce. Until one persistent stranger decided to interfere with her strict, lonely routine. Little did Rebecca know, he’d become the one person she’d end up missing.
In the dim light of her bedroom, Rebecca lay on her back, her gaze locked on the digital clock beside her bed.
The numbers read 6:29. She took a steady breath, waiting for the clock to change.
As soon as it clicked to 6:30, the alarm went off, but Rebecca was quick to silence it.
She sat up, threw the covers aside, and rose from the bed with practiced precision.
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First things first—Rebecca smoothed out her sheets, arranging every corner until the bed looked crisp and perfectly made.
She walked into the bathroom, where everything had its place.
Her toothbrush rested neatly in a holder, the soap was placed just so in a dish, and a small mirror hung over the sink.
Rebecca took a moment to look at her own reflection, her expression calm but distant.
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She was forty-seven, with lines of experience and resilience etched onto her face.
Seven years had passed since her divorce, and though the pain had dulled, it had left behind a scar.
Her response to the heartache had been order, discipline, and strict routine. These things brought her a sense of control, something solid to hold onto when life felt chaotic.
At exactly seven o’clock, Rebecca laced up her running shoes, plugged in her headphones, and stepped outside, ready for her morning jog.
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For years, these runs had been her escape, a time to strengthen her body while listening to audiobooks that exercised her mind.
It was her shield against sadness, each step a way to push forward.
But for the past month, something had started to disrupt her carefully designed routine—a neighbor named Charlie, who seemed determined to break through her guarded solitude, one cheerful “good morning” at a time.
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Charlie’s house was right across the street, and every morning, just as Rebecca fell into her steady pace, he would come bounding out, waving his arms like an enthusiastic kid, barely managing to keep his sneakers on.
This morning was no different. Rebecca spotted him out of the corner of her eye as he hopped down his steps, shoving his shoelaces into his sneakers in a hurry to catch up.
She sighed, rolling her eyes and speeding up, hoping he’d get the hint this time. But, as always, Charlie wouldn’t be discouraged so easily.
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“Rebecca! Wait, it’s me!” he called, his voice cheerful as he jogged over, waving with one hand and holding his side with the other.
Rebecca pretended not to hear him and kept her eyes straight ahead, her footsteps rhythmic and focused.
But Charlie was determined, and soon he was jogging alongside her, albeit slightly out of breath.
“You’re fast… as always,” he managed between pants, giving her a crooked smile as he tried to match her pace.
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Rebecca pulled out one of her earbuds and glanced at him, feigning surprise. “Oh, hi, didn’t see you there,” she replied, with just a hint of annoyance.
She had her whole morning planned out, and chatting with her neighbor hadn’t been on the agenda.
“No problem, totally my fault for being late,” Charlie said, his breath still coming in gasps.
Rebecca could see he was trying hard to keep up, yet he looked pleased just to be running alongside her.
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She gave a small, dismissive nod and was about to put her earbud back in when Charlie chimed in again.
“Hey, want to hear a joke?” he asked eagerly, his voice carrying that unbreakable enthusiasm she found both irritating and oddly endearing.
“You’d save more breath if you talked less while running…” she muttered, but he ignored her suggestion.
“Why did the scarecrow get a promotion?” he asked, grinning.
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Rebecca sighed. She knew better than to indulge him, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Because he was outstanding in his field!” Charlie delivered the punchline with a broad, triumphant grin, his eyes bright with expectation.
Rebecca paused, rolling the joke over in her mind, and against her better judgment, a chuckle escaped her lips.
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She quickly tried to stifle it, but it was too late. Charlie had seen her reaction, and his face lit up with delight.
“See? You smiled! I’m getting better at this,” he noted with satisfaction, practically glowing at his small victory.
Rebecca shook her head, but her smile lingered, however brief.
“I’ll give it to you, that one wasn’t… too bad,” she conceded, still pretending to be unimpressed.
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Charlie threw a fist in the air, grinning as if he’d won a prize.
“Finally! Progress!” he cheered, laughing.
Rebecca picked up her pace again, leaving Charlie struggling to keep up.
Each morning, Rebecca found herself looking forward to the sight of Charlie bounding out of his house with his untied sneakers and his cheerful grin.
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His silly jokes that once made her roll her eyes had grown on her, and she found herself smiling more often, even laughing aloud, which was something she hadn’t done in a long time.
More surprising to her, she had started to slow her pace—just a bit—so they could talk longer.
Charlie’s enthusiasm and light-heartedness had a way of softening the strict walls Rebecca had built around herself.
He had even managed to slip past her strict routine, something she thought no one could do.
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As she laced up her shoes and looked out the window, Rebecca found herself glancing at his house, as she had started doing most mornings. Today, though, something felt different.
The door to his house was shut tight, and there was no sign of him.
She checked her watch and waited, telling herself not to worry. But after a few more minutes passed, doubt crept in.
This wasn’t like Charlie—he was always so excited to join her.
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She hesitated, feeling a strange mix of concern and disappointment, but finally, she walked over to his house and knocked on the door.
She tapped her foot as she waited, glancing around and hoping he’d just forgotten to wake up. But there was no answer.
She rang the doorbell again, then leaned close to the window, peeking inside, but the rooms were still and quiet.
“Charlie! Are you there?” she called, trying to keep her voice steady. “Come on, you’re missing our jog!”
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She hoped he’d suddenly appear, laughing and apologizing for being late. But all she heard was silence.
Just then, an elderly voice spoke from nearby.
“Who’s shouting out here?” Startled, Rebecca turned to see Mrs. Lewis, an elderly woman who lived next door to Charlie, watching her with curiosity.
“Oh, Mrs. Lewis,” Rebecca said, feeling embarrassed for the outburst.
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“I usually run with Charlie, but he didn’t show up today. Maybe he overslept,” she added, her voice quieter, almost as if she were speaking to herself.
She felt a pang of worry, wondering if maybe he simply didn’t want to run with her anymore.
Mrs. Lewis shook her head, looking concerned.
“Overslept? Oh no, dear. He was taken to the hospital by ambulance last night.”
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Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat.
“The hospital? What happened to him?”
Mrs. Lewis sighed, clearly upset herself.
“I’m not sure. I only saw the ambulance pull up and take him away. It’s such a shame. Poor man lives alone with no one to watch over him.”
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Rebecca stood there, processing the news, a wave of guilt and worry washing over her.
She had only known Charlie for a short while, but in that time, he had somehow become a part of her life, someone she looked forward to seeing.
Without a second thought, Rebecca thanked Mrs. Lewis, turned around, and headed back home to grab her purse and keys. There was only one hospital nearby, and she needed to find him.
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Rebecca felt her heart racing as she walked through the bustling halls of the hospital, the antiseptic smell filling her nose and making her even more anxious. She took a steadying breath as she approached the reception desk, hoping to sound calm.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice just a bit shaky. “I’m looking for a patient who was admitted last night. His name is Charlie.”
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, looking over her glasses. “Do you have a last name, ma’am?”
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Rebecca felt herself blush. “No, sorry… I only know him as Charlie. We just… met recently,” she admitted, realizing how strange it must sound.
The receptionist gave her a slightly skeptical look. “You do know that only family or close relatives are typically allowed to visit patients, right?”
“I… I’m his girlfriend,” she blurted, surprising even herself.
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The receptionist’s eyes softened as a small smile crept onto her face. “Girlfriend, huh?” She tapped a few keys on her computer, a slight twinkle in her eyes.
“You might as well learn his last name, then. You’ll need it if he’s going to be around,” she said with a wink.
“Charlie Sanders. Room 113. I’ll take you there.”
Rebecca felt her heart flip as she whispered a quick “thank you” and followed the receptionist down the hall.
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Before they even reached the room, she could hear Charlie’s familiar laughter, his voice carrying through the doorway as he shared a joke with someone in the room.
The receptionist rapped gently on the wall to announce Rebecca’s arrival.
“Charlie, there’s a lady here to see you… she says she’s your girlfriend,” she added, a hint of playfulness in her voice as she glanced at Rebecca.
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Charlie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw her. “Yes, yes! Rebecca, come on in. Of course, she’s here for me,” he said with a grin, gesturing for her to come closer.
Rebecca felt a rush of relief as she walked over to sit beside him.
Charlie looked tired but cheerful, as if the hospital gown and the IV were just minor inconveniences in his day.
She glanced at him, both relieved and exasperated. “Girlfriend, huh?” Charlie teased, raising his eyebrows playfully.
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Rebecca gave him a mock-scowl. “I had to say something to get in here, didn’t I? And you missed our jog this morning! What happened?” she asked, a touch of concern creeping into her voice.
Charlie sighed, shifting slightly in the bed.
“Well… it’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but those jogs? Not exactly great for my health.”
Rebecca’s face fell. “What do you mean?”
He glanced down, looking a little sheepish.
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“I have a heart condition. Doctor’s orders are to avoid anything too intense… like trying to keep up with you,” he admitted with a wry smile.
Her heart sank, and she shook her head in disbelief.
“Charlie, why didn’t you tell me? You shouldn’t have been running at all!”
Charlie gave a small, lopsided smile.
“Well… if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have seen you. I wouldn’t have gotten to know you.”
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Rebecca felt her face soften, a mix of surprise and affection warming her heart.
“So you were willing to risk your health just to talk to me?” she asked quietly, looking him in the eye.
He nodded, his expression turning serious.
“Yes,” he said simply.
“I’ve watched you every morning, jogging at the same time, like clockwork. I’ve seen you give things to charity, help the neighbors. You’re… you’re someone special, Rebecca.”
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Rebecca felt a lump form in her throat, his words striking her in a way she hadn’t expected.
She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it gently.
“Charlie,” she said, her voice soft, “you don’t need to run to spend time with me. How about dinner at my place instead?”
Charlie’s face broke into a warm smile.
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“Now that sounds a lot safer for my heart,” he replied, his eyes shining. “I think the doctor would definitely approve.”
Rebecca chuckled, feeling the tension in her chest ease as they shared a smile.
“I hope so,” she murmured, looking forward to an evening that didn’t involve heart-stopping runs but instead a quiet meal with someone who, in a short time, had become surprisingly important to her.
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To Inherit My FIL’s Fortune, Our Entire Family Had to Live Under One Roof, but One Secret Cost Me My Share — Story of the Day
When my late father-in-law’s will forced us to live together for a year, I thought surviving family dinners had been the hardest part until his conditions revealed the lies holding our family together.
My FIL, Leonard, had always been a man of mysteries. Even during family gatherings, he carried an air of secrecy. When he passed, it felt like the end of an era. But it seemed he had one final surprise waiting for us.
The lawyer’s call made my stomach tighten.
“The time has come to announce the terms of your father-in-law’s will.”
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The following week, the entire family arrived at the family estate. It was a grand house nestled in a sprawling garden bordered by dense woods. My two children darted across the lawn, their laughter breaking through the tense atmosphere. I adjusted my scarf, trying to mask the unease gnawing at me.
“Relax,” Thomas murmured, his hand brushing mine.
Evelyn, my MIL, sat near the bay window. Her fingers were lightly tapping the arm of the chair. She seemed to look straight through everyone.
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At exactly two o’clock, the lawyer, Mr. Hayes, cleared his throat and began to read from Leonard’s will.
“I leave the entire estate, including bank accounts and shares,” he read, his voice carrying through the room, “to my blood relatives—my wife, children, grandchildren, and my daughter-in-law, Olivia—under the condition that all of you reside together in this estate for one year.”
A murmur rippled through the room, but Mr. Hayes raised a hand, silencing it.
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“You must gather for family dinner daily at six o’clock sharp and remain at the table until seven. Missing a dinner or being away from the estate for more than a day will result in the annulment of the inheritance.”
I glanced at Evelyn, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Thomas squeezed my hand. The children’s laughter outside seemed distant, muffled.
As the lawyer finished reading the conditions of the will, a sharp voice broke the silence.
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“Well, interesting. And who’s supposed to enforce these rules?” Garrett, Thomas’s older brother, asked with a raised eyebrow, his tone laced with skepticism.
The lawyer adjusted his glasses and replied evenly, “Leonard anticipated this question. He made arrangements to ensure the terms of his will would be strictly followed.”
At that moment, the door to the study creaked open, and a young man stepped inside. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, with neatly combed hair. Dressed in a sharp suit that seemed almost too formal for someone his age, he carried a black notebook pressed against his chest.
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“This,” the lawyer said, motioning toward him, “is Mr. Morrison. Leonard personally selected and hired him to oversee the execution of the will.”
Morrison nodded politely.
“From today onward, I’ll be responsible for ensuring every condition outlined in the will is met. Leonard and I formalized this arrangement years ago. It’s all in writing. I’ll be monitoring everything closely to make sure the rules are followed.”
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Garrett let out a low chuckle.
“So, what, you’re the family babysitter now?”
Morrison’s calm expression didn’t waver. “If you want to think of it that way. But if any of the conditions are violated, I’ll report it immediately, and the inheritance will be annulled. It’s as simple as that.”
The room fell silent. Morrison’s presence seemed to unsettle everyone.
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I exchanged a glance with Thomas, who gave a subtle shake of his head, signaling for me to stay quiet. Mr. Morrison suddenly became the most important person in the room.
Leonard’s game had begun, and there was no turning back.
***
The first dinners together were a slow march through unbearable silence. The long, heavy dining table felt like a barrier separating us rather than a place for connection. Forks scraped plates, and knives clinked against china, but no one dared to say much beyond a polite request for salt or butter.
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By the third dinner, the silence cracked like ice under pressure.
“How long are we going to pretend this is a normal family?” Evelyn’s cold voice sliced through the quiet.
Thomas straightened, lifting his head from his plate. “Mother, maybe it’s best not to start…”
“And why not?” Evelyn retorted. “Am I not allowed to speak my mind? If this is supposed to be ‘family bonding,’ let’s at least be honest about what kind of family we are.”
Garrett chuckled under his breath, pushing his chair back slightly. “Honest? That’s rich coming from you.”
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Evelyn’s sharp gaze landed on him.
“And what exactly are you implying, Garrett? Is this about your inability to live up to anyone’s expectations?”
Garrett’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
“Sure, let’s call it that. We all know how you love to keep score, Mother.”
I stared at my plate, willing myself to remain invisible. My hands trembled under the table, and I clasped them tightly to keep still. Then Katie, my fourteen-year-old daughter, spoke.
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“You know, if we’re being honest, why don’t we talk about Mom’s secret?”
My head snapped up. “Katie, what are you talking about?”
“I know about the letters. They weren’t for Dad.”
The ticking clock in the hall became painfully loud. Jack, my eldest, slammed his hand on the table, his face red with anger.
“Enough!” he shouted. “How dare you talk about Mom like that?”
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Katie shrank in her seat, her voice faltering. “I didn’t mean…”
“You didn’t mean what?” Jack interrupted her. “To humiliate her? To repeat gossip like some kind of… spy for Grandma?”
“Grandma told me about the letters. But I never saw them.”
Thomas, who had been uncharacteristically silent, finally stood, his face a mask of controlled anger.
“Katie, gossip hurts people. And worse, you let yourself be used to do it. You should be ashamed.”
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Katie’s face crumpled as she gripped the edge of the table.
Thomas turned to Evelyn. “And you, Mother. How could you? Spreading lies, stirring the pot.”
Evelyn’s expression didn’t waver. “Lies? Are you saying you don’t know the truth, Thomas?”
“I don’t care what happened before we met. Olivia has been the best wife and mother anyone could ask for.”
Evelyn tapped her nails against the table.
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“One of your children isn’t even part of this family. And unless we do a DNA test, I’ll leave this house, and none of you will inherit anything.”
Gasps filled the room. My heart pounded as Thomas froze, his face pale. Evelyn’s words hung over us like a storm cloud, ready to shatter the fragile peace we had left.
***
That night, the house buzzed with quiet confusion. No one truly understood what was happening, except for me and Thomas. He had barely spoken since Evelyn’s declaration. I found him sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching his chest.
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“Thomas, are you okay?” I asked, kneeling beside him.
“I can’t face this, Olivia. It’s too much. If the truth comes out…”
I placed my hands over his, steadying him. “You won’t have to. I’ll handle it.”
“You don’t have to do this alone.”
“Yes, I do. For our family.”
I left the room and made my way to Evelyn’s quarters. The hallway seemed longer than ever.
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As I approached, the murmur of voices stopped me in my tracks. I froze, straining to hear.
“You understand this is the only way to keep everything in the family?” Evelyn’s unmistakable tone cut through the silence.
I crept closer, my heart hammering in my chest.
“If I reveal that Olivia’s eldest son, Jack, isn’t from Thomas, he’ll be excluded from the will,” she continued. “That’s when you’ll get your rightful share.”
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A second unfamiliar voice replied. “But how do you plan to do that?”
I nearly gasped.
Morrison?! What is he doing here, and how was he involved?
“I’ve already done it,” Evelyn said, her voice calm, as if discussing the weather. “I considered all the options when I found out you were my grandson. Your father, Garrett, doesn’t know. Your grandfather never suspected either; he’d never have accepted another grandson. So, I convinced him to name you as the overseer and ensured the will specified the inheritance was for blood relatives only.”
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I clutched the doorframe for support, my mind reeling.
Grandson? Morrison is Garrett’s son?!
“But how did you know Jack isn’t Thomas’ son?” Morrison asked, his voice trembling.
“Thomas told me,” Evelyn replied coolly. “He met Olivia when she was already pregnant. He decided to raise the child as his own but asked me to keep it from his father.”
My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to stand tall. I couldn’t let her continue this.
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I shoved the door open. Evelyn was startled but quickly masked her reaction. Morrison turned, his face paling when he saw me.
“We need to talk,” I said, my voice trembling with anger.
Evelyn tilted her head. “I assume you heard everything.”
“Yes. And it stops here. You will stay in this house. I will give Morrison my share of the inheritance if that’s what it takes. But there will be no DNA tests. No one else needs to know. Especially not Jack. I won’t let my eldest son’s life be destroyed.”
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Evelyn scrutinized me. “And Morrison?”
“He will take the money and disappear. No drama, no revelations.”
After a long pause, she nodded. “Fine. But remember, this was your condition. No mistakes.”
***
The next dinner, Evelyn sat at the head of the table, lifting her glass with a serene smile.
“I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday,” she began, her tone light. “I think I may have had a little too much cider and said things I shouldn’t have.”
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The room froze before everyone murmured polite agreements. Katie’s voice broke the silence.
“Grandma, are you staying in the house?”
Evelyn turned to her, smiling warmly and patting her hand. “Yes, sweetheart. Yesterday, I was in a bad mood and made a terrible joke. I’m so sorry if it upset anyone.”
Katie’s face lit up. “Alright, Grandma.”
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“We’re staying, all of us,” Evelyn continued, her voice softening. “We’re one big, happy family, aren’t we? That’s what Leonard wanted for us, to be together.”
Thomas picked up the conversation, telling a story. Laughter followed. I glanced at Jack, so carefree, unaware of the truth. I prayed he never would.
Morrison sat silently, pushing food around his plate. His focus wasn’t on family. It was on the money Evelyn promised him.
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Evelyn’s eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of triumph in her gaze. She had won.
We all kept eating, pretending. Under the table, Thomas squeezed my hand. I realized then—it wasn’t always right to disturb the balance of life. My family deserved peace and love, no matter what secrets I had to keep to protect it.
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