When Thomas, a rich restaurant owner, notices a young dishwasher frequenting the locker room, he suspects her of theft. He shames her in front of everyone and grabs her bag to check, only to regret it after seeing what’s inside.
Thomas was a wealthy widower in his early 50s who considered himself smart and charming. He despised those who called him ‘bald’ and ‘pot belly man’ behind his back.
Thomas thought he could easily hit on any young and beautiful woman. He never grew tired of flirting, not that he was a full-time flirt, but he never missed the chance whenever he saw gorgeous young ladies.
For Thomas, age was just a number, and it wouldn’t stop him from unleashing his pick-up lines and directing his steamy stares toward women, including the waitresses and dishwashers who worked in his restaurant. Among them was 20-year-old Giselle.
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Giselle was pretty new at the restaurant. She’d been working as a dishwasher for a month. She was a poor widow who had recently lost her husband, the love of her life, Mason. She struggled to make ends meet after the tragedy and came across a ‘We are Hiring’ signboard outside Thomas’s eatery. She applied as a dishwasher and immediately started working with all her diligence and dedication.
Thomas hurried to her and snatched the bag from her hand. It was heavier than he thought and he had no idea what was inside.
Her co-workers warned her about their boss’s attitude towards the female staff. “That man likes to flirt and has even invited some on dates. He thinks money can buy anything,” one of them said.
Giselle shrugged it off. She was focused on keeping her job at any cost. “I know my boundaries!” she said confidently.
But one day, she witnessed the ugly side of her boss.
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“Do you have any idea why I hired you, Miss Giselle?” Thomas had blocked her way as she was leaving at the end of her shift. He grabbed a red rose from a table nearby.
“No, sir. Please excuse me. I have to get home soon.”
“Don’t call me sir, Miss Giselle. Call me Tom!”
Giselle felt helpless and trapped because she was the last to leave the eatery. She had a lot of dishes to do that day.
“It’s getting late…I have to go. Good day, sir!”
But Thomas wouldn’t budge. “I was blinded by your beauty the first day I saw you,” he said cheesily. “I can sing praises of your beautiful smile all day! What do you think? We can go to a resort, have plenty of drinks, and shop for everything you want…Hmmm?!”
Annoyed, Giselle gently pushed Thomas out of her way and stormed out, saying: “I’m here to work, sir. I’m not here for anything other than my job. And I respect my workplace. Thank you, but I’m not the type you’re looking for. Good day, sir!”
Thomas was furious. His ego hurt. “She is, after all, an ORDINARY dishwasher…How dare she turn down my offer? Wait until I show you what I’m capable of.”
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Days passed, but Thomas hadn’t gotten over what had happened. He was not ready to accept defeat or rejection. He kept looking for a way to humiliate Giselle.
One day, he saw her arrive at work with a big bag and walk into the staff room. An evil plan flashed into Thomas’s mind, and he waited for the next few days to make sure Giselle carried this bag every day to work.
He often checked on Giselle and saw her frequenting the locker room during her shift. His suspicions brewed, and he waited until the afternoon when the eatery was busy to pounce on her.
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“Have a nice day! I have to go to the market. I took half a day off,” Giselle said to her friends.
Just as she was about to exit the door, Thomas called out loud: “Wait right there, Miss Giselle! What have you got in your bag today? Have you been STEALING leftovers and dishwashing liquid? You’re FIRED!”
Giselle was startled. She turned around and started to sweat in fear. The guests stared back at her and began whispering things. Her coworkers assembled behind Thomas and were equally shocked.
“I know you’ve been stealing from me. I saw you frequent the locker room at least thrice during your shift. Come here, give me your bag. Let me see what’s inside.”
Giselle was frightened. She wanted to step back and run. “It’s nothing, sir. I just have my lunch box and a set of spare clothes in it.”
But Thomas hurried to her and snatched the bag from her hand. It was heavier than he thought.
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Some curious guests and staff flocked around Giselle and Thomas as he put the bag on a table and took out a little blanket from it. “Oh my God! What is this?!” he exclaimed as the rest gaped in shock.
“Mawww…Mawww…Mawww.” A newborn baby girl wriggled inside the bag, staring back at Thomas with big brown eyes. He was stunned.
“Sir, I can explain,” began Giselle…
“My husband died a few months ago when I was pregnant. After my baby came, I could not find work, and I had nobody to look after her when I joined here. I could not leave her alone at home, so I hid her in the bag and carried her to work. I frequented the staff to feed her and make sure she never made any noise. I was just protecting my baby. I’m not a thief. I didn’t take a crumb from here.”
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Thomas was moved to tears as the baby reminded him of the child he had lost way back. That day, he cried like a kid in front of everyone, exposing a side of him that nobody knew. Thomas folded his palms and immediately apologized to Giselle.
“I’m sorry, Miss Giselle. I lost my wife and child in an accident many years ago. I remained single after that because I feared losing my loved ones again. I never found true love after that. My loneliness turned me into a monster. I’m not bad at heart, but it’s just that I lived with the assumption that money could buy anything, even love. I was wrong.”
Giselle was teary-eyed after learning Thomas’s story. “Sir, I’m sorry for what you went through after losing your family. I’m glad you realized your mistake, at least now.”
Thomas returned the bag with the baby to Giselle. “You may return to work after a month. I’m giving you paid leave so that you can spend time with your child.”
Giselle smiled, and she left the eatery with her baby.
Thomas had decided to double Giselle’s salary once she returned to work so that it would help her hire a nanny to babysit her child while she was away at work. But did he stop flirting after that?!
Unsurprisingly, some old habits die hard, which was true in Thomas’s case! Although he stopped flirting with his female staff, he still did not completely stop hitting on other random women. Only time will tell if Thomas will succeed in finding true love again. But everyone, including Giselle, is glad he realized money isn’t everything.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Never take somebody’s helplessness for granted. Thomas took advantage of his position to flirt with his employee and coerce her to go on a date with him, regretting it later.
- A mother will do anything to protect her child. Giselle secretly brought her newborn baby to work in order to care for her while earning her keep. She risked her job to protect and care for her baby.
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My Husband Raced to the Dump After I Tossed His Old Attic Jacket — I Was Stunned When I Learned Why
Cleaning the attic was supposed to be an ordinary task until my husband went ballistic thinking I’d thrown away a torn-down jacket. That clothing item ended up unraveling the truth about something he was doing behind my back. And that led to something I never expected in all my life!
It was a crisp fall afternoon when I decided it was finally time to tackle the attic. For years, it had been a catch-all for everything from holiday decorations to old clothes that hadn’t seen the light of day in decades. I’d been meaning to clean it out for ages, but what I found in it led to me becoming a single woman after years of marriage…
Like everything else in life, cleaning the attic kept getting pushed down the list. My husband, Jeff, had mentioned before that most of the stuff up there was junk anyway. In fact, just last year, he told me his old high school jacket, now sitting forgotten in a pile of boxes, should go straight to the dump.
With that in mind, I started pulling things out, one by one. A broken lamp, boxes of our now-grown kids’ school projects, and, of course, Jeff’s old jacket. I barely glanced at it before tossing it into the pile meant for the dump.
It was faded and torn in a few places, and it smelled like it had been trapped in a musty attic for years. Not exactly a sentimental keepsake, right?
That evening, we sat down for dinner, the kind of normal weeknight meal where we barely had time to talk before cleaning up and moving on with the night. The air smelled like roasted chicken, but my husband of twenty years was oddly quiet.
He picked at his food for a while before I broke the silence.
“I cleaned out the attic today,” I said casually, trying to start a lighthearted conversation between us. “Threw out a bunch of our old junk.”
Jeff froze. His fork stopped halfway to his mouth before he dropped it onto the plate with a clatter.
“What JUNK?” he asked, his voice rising sharply, eyes wide like I’d just told him the house was on fire.
“Just some old stuff from the attic. Why?” I tried to keep my tone light, but the way his expression shifted had me worried.
Without another word, my husband immediately pushed back his chair, nearly knocking it over in his haste to get upstairs. I stayed behind, confused by his sudden panic. I heard him rummaging through boxes, muttering to himself.
Moments later, he came storming downstairs, fists clenched at his sides.
“Where’s my old school jacket?” His voice was dangerously low, with an edge to it I hadn’t heard before. He looked like he was ready to punch the walls!
I blinked at him, trying to figure out why he cared so much.
“I probably tossed it,” I said. “It was in a pile of stuff for the dump.”
The color literally drained from his face, and I could almost see the pulse pounding in his temple!
“You THREW it away?” he growled, his voice shaking with barely-contained fury. “I told you to throw away the junk, not that jacket!”
I stood there, dumbfounded. “Jeff, last year you said that jacket was trash… literally said it belonged in the dump!”
He let out a bitter laugh that sent chills down my spine.
“Well, guess what? The day I married YOU was a curse!”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut! And before I could respond, he stormed out of the house, grabbed his car keys, and peeled out of the driveway.
For a second, I was too shocked to move! But then something told me to follow him. Grabbing my purse, I jumped into my car and raced after him, my heart pounding. Where could he possibly be going in such a rage?
When I saw him pull into the entrance of the local dump, it all started to click into place!
The jacket. He was here to find that old jacket. But why? There had to be something more to it than just nostalgia. And what the hell did he mean that marrying me was a “curse?”
But soon enough, I’d find out what was in that jacket and why it would wreck our marriage…
I parked and hurried after him, catching sight of my husband frantically searching through piles of trash. I’d never seen him like this before… so on edge, so wild! My heart raced as I approached him.
“Jeff, what is going on? Why are you doing this?” I demanded, my voice trembling now.
He stopped digging, turning to face me, his face pale.
“Because, Stacy,” he spat, “I was saving money. Fifty thousand dollars. For us… to buy a new house.”
I took a step back, trying to process what he was saying. Fifty thousand? In an old, ratty jacket?
But then his words echoed in my head. “For US.” I didn’t believe it. Something felt wrong… really wrong.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I didn’t think I had to!” he snapped, returning to his desperate search. “I was going to surprise you. Now it’s all gone BECAUSE of you!”
Back then, I had no idea what he was actually doing behind my back and that there was more to the money he’d saved!
I went with his lie.
I watched him sift through heaps of trash, his hands filthy, and something inside me twisted. Despite desperately wanting to believe him, his story wasn’t adding up. But I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. We never found the jacket that night. Eventually, after hours of searching, Jeff slumped down in defeat.
He wouldn’t even look at me.
We drove home in our separate cars, and I was silent as I continued contemplating my husband’s actions and statements. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. After we got home, Jeff went straight to the bedroom without a word.
I sat on the couch, staring at the wall, my mind racing. What was it about that jacket? Why was he acting like this? Was there really money in the jacket?
An hour passed, and I heard my husband’s voice, low and hushed, from the bedroom. I crept up to the door, leaning close enough to hear his words through the thin walls.
“I don’t have the money anymore,” Jeff was saying. “That useless woman threw it out with the jacket!”
My breath caught in my throat…
“No, I wasn’t saving it for me and her,” he continued. “It was for the house… for US, like we said.”
My blood turned to ice. “US?” He wasn’t talking about me. He was talking about someone else!
I pushed open the door, unable to hold back my anger any longer!
“WHO are you talking to, Jeff?”
His face went pale as he turned to face me, phone still in hand. “Stacy… I…”
“No,” I said, cutting him off. “Who were you going to buy a house with?”
He didn’t answer, just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.
But I didn’t NEED him to answer. I already knew. There was someone else. Someone who had been waiting for that fifty thousand dollars.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “The kids and everyone is going to find out the truth about who you really are. You called me useless to your mistress, Jeff…”
It was the only thing that made sense now.
Jeff’s face twisted in anger, but I didn’t stay to hear his excuses. I walked out and didn’t look back.
A month after the divorce, I found myself back in the attic since I’d won the house in our filing. The chaos of the last few weeks had kept me from returning, but I needed to get my old sewing machine for a project I’d started.
As I sifted through boxes, my hand brushed against something soft… something familiar.
There, at the bottom of a box I had somehow missed, was Jeff’s old jacket.
I froze, pulling it out and staring at it in disbelief. I hadn’t thrown it away after all!
With trembling hands, I checked the inside pocket, and there it was… the fifty thousand dollars, neatly folded, exactly where he had hidden it!
But this time, there was no rush to tell anyone. No need to share. Jeff had made his choices, and now I was making mine. I kept the money, my heart racing at the thought of what it meant for my future.
This time, it was my secret to keep…
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