Dad Told Me to Take Cold Showers with the Soap He Gave Me — When My Boyfriend Walked into My Bathroom, He Started Crying

When Amelia’s father gave her a soap bar and told her to take cold showers with it, she never thought he had an evil, hidden agenda behind it. Her world turned upside down when her boyfriend told her the horrifying truth about that soap.

I’ve always been Daddy’s little girl, but now I feel like throwing up when I say those words. I’m not his little girl, and he’s not the man I always thought he was. Let me tell you why.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

So, I’ve always been close to my father, like REALLY close. I’m 23, and I lived with my parents up until a month ago because Dad never wanted me to move away.

He had given me the second floor of the house where I had my bedroom and a bathroom. Those two rooms of the house solely belonged to me. They were my safe space until the day Dad began to complain.

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A man standing near a door | Source: Midjourney

My father is one of those people with a personality resembling a coconut. You know, hard on the outside and soft on the inside. He has these strict rules and principles that he abides by, but he also has this empathy inside that makes him the best Dad ever.

“Character is built in discomfort,” he’d always tell me. “You gotta face the worst now if you want a life full of luxuries ahead.”

But he’d also buy me chocolates and ice cream on days I didn’t feel good.

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A woman holding an ice cream cone | Source: Pexels

Meanwhile, my mother has always been the typical loving mom. She’s always ready for hugs and kisses and never says no whenever I ask her to cook my favorite pasta. She has always been a sweetheart.

However, I recently felt that my parents were not the same anymore. Over the past few months, they had grown cold, and the love and care had suddenly vanished.

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A woman sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney

Honestly, I sometimes felt like I was living with two strangers in the house. It felt like we had lost the connection we always had.

Then began the unnecessary complaints and nitpicking from Dad’s side.

“You and your friends were too loud last night!”

“You’re staying out too late, Amy.”

“You’re spending too much on unnecessary things!”

Then came the complaint that really snatched my self-confidence.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“You smell horrible, go take a cold shower and use the soap I gave you!”

I smell horrible? What? I thought. Where did that come from?

That was the day when Dad handed me this soap I had never seen before. It was a green, chunky soap bar that smelled a bit weird, but Dad had asked me to use it, assuring it would help get rid of the unpleasant body odor.

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A woman holding a soap bar | Source: Pexels

His words made me feel so self-conscious that I had even stopped hanging out with my boyfriend, Henry.

I often found myself smelling my skin, clothes, hair, and even my breath, just to check what made my father feel so uncomfortable around me.

I followed his advice and used that soap whenever I took a shower. Or, if I may put it correctly, I took five showers a day just to use that soap and get rid of the smell that had apparently been haunting my father.

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A woman taking a shower | Source: Pexels

I scrubbed my skin so hard that I stripped it of the moisture it needed. My skin had begun to look dry, scaly, and so rough.

Even then, my father said I still smelled like rotten onions.

“Did you use that soap, Amy? I don’t think you did,” he’d say. “You smell so bad.”

What shocked me even more was that my mother didn’t say a word when Dad humiliated me like that every day. She didn’t say anything in my defense or stop me from being so hard on myself.

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A woman sitting on a chair, looking down | Source: Pexels

Mom and I had always been close. She was the only person I shared everything with since I was a kid. I’d always tell her about my latest crush, my new boyfriend, and even the new slang I’d learned at school.

I couldn’t believe it when she stood silently, avoiding my gaze, while Dad kept grilling me. I won’t ever forgive Mom for not being there for me when I needed her the most.

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A woman looking down | Source: Pexels

I kept showering with the soap, and my clothes always clung to me because they were damp from the frequent showers.

Besides, I began avoiding my father. I’d always scurry up to my room and lock the door whenever he returned home from work. I didn’t want him to see me. Or, more specifically, smell me.

The turning point came when my boyfriend, Henry, came over. We had been dating for a few months, and he was the one bright spot in my increasingly bleak days.

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A woman talking to her boyfriend | Source: Midjourney

Henry has always been the supportive boyfriend, the green flag we all look for. He’s always been kind to me, and he came over that day because he had noticed I had been avoiding him.

“Where have you been, Amy?” he asked as he held me by my arms.

“I was… I was just busy with some stuff, Henry,” I faked a smile. “I’m fine.”

“Really? You don’t look fine, babe,” he said.

“I’m okay, Henry,” I said as I held his hand. “Tell me one thing… Do I smell bad?”

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

He laughed, thinking I was kidding.

“No, babe. You smell fine. Why?”

“Nothing. I just…” I mumbled. “Forget it.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said before going to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I watched him step out of the bathroom with the soap bar in his hand. I could see he wasn’t too happy about it.

“Who gave you this?! Are you taking cold showers with this?!?” he asked with eyes wide open.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

How did he know this? I thought.

“Yeah, my Dad. Why?” I asked, trying my best not to panic.

“They didn’t tell you, did they?! Baby, this isn’t soap! It’s used to strip industrial machinery of grease and grime.”

“Wait, what?” I was shocked.

“This stuff is toxic, Amy. It causes chemical burns.”

I can’t explain how betrayed and heartbroken I felt at that point. How could my father do this to me? To his daughter who he loved so much?

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A woman looking straight ahead, shocked | Source: Midjourney

That’s when it all started to make sense to me. The dry, itchy skin and the weird texture of the soap bar. It also made me wonder if my mother knew about this.

“I think we need to go to the hospital to get you checked,” Henry said. “And then, we’re going to the police. This is abuse, Amy.”

I don’t know why, but I stopped him.

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A man sitting in his girlfriend’s house | Source: Midjourney

I knew he was telling the truth, but I couldn’t put the words “abuse” and “Dad” together. I had never seen Dad in a negative light, and I didn’t like how those words fit in the same sentence and made so much sense.

In short, I couldn’t accept that my father had tried to hurt me.

“We can’t do that,” I told Henry. “We can’t go to the police.”

“But why?” he asked.

“I’ll explain that later,” I said. “Please just help me get out of here. I’ll confront my parents later.”

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

He agreed, and we moved into a small apartment a few days later. It was cramped and barely furnished, but it felt like a safe haven compared to what I had endured.

Then, it was time for me to confront my parents. I drove back to their house the next day.

When I arrived, Dad was in his usual spot, watching TV in the living room, and Mom was in the kitchen. I walked in with the soap bar in my hand and stood in front of my dad.

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A man holding a remote | Source: Pexels

“I never thought you’d do this to me, Dad,” I said as I held the soap bar high enough for him to see. “This is toxic. It’s poison. It ruined my skin. Why did you do this?”

“Oh, so you finally found what it is, huh?” he smirked. “You needed to learn a lesson.”

“A lesson?” I laughed. “You nearly killed me. For what? Because you thought I smelled bad?”

“Please stop this!” My mother finally intervened. “Amy, yo—”

“You knew, Mom, didn’t you?” I cut her off. “You were a part of this ridiculous plan, right?”

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A woman in her parents’ living room | Source: Midjourney

I watched tears trickle down her cheeks, but she didn’t say a word.

“Why did you do this to me, Dad?” I confronted my father. “I need to know!”

I wasn’t ready for his response. I had no idea it would turn my world upside down.

“You want to know why?” he said, almost to himself. “Fine. When your mother and I went on that vacation last year, we had a little too much to drink. We ended up in a crowd, where a fortune teller told me that your mother had been unfaithful.”

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“What are you talking about?” I asked as my heart flipped.

“That’s true,” he continued. “When I confronted your mother the next morning, she told me the truth. She told me you weren’t mine. You’re the result of an affair she had while I was working hard for us in another country.”

I looked at my mom, who couldn’t meet my gaze. Then, I looked back at Dad as he continued to speak.

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A sad woman looking down | Source: Pexels

“Your mother begged me not to leave her because she didn’t want to break our family apart,” he shook his head. “So, I agreed. But on one condition. I had to make her pay, and you too. Because YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER!”

My heart shattered into a million pieces that day. I couldn’t believe my father had this evil side. The evil personality that was so hungry for unjust revenge.

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A close-up shot of a woman, shocked | Source: Midjourney

“You mean you gave me that toxic soap because you were angry at Mom? Because you thought I was not your daughter?” I asked as the tears in my eyes blurred my vision.

“You’re not my daughter,” he said and turned around. “You’re not my blood.”

For the next few seconds, I stared at his back in silence, wondering why he punished me for something that wasn’t my fault.

“Alright, I’m done with you,” I said as I wiped away my tears. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”

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A woman about to leave her parents’ house | Source: Midjourney

And with that, I stepped out of the house that was once my haven. Over the next few days, I visited the hospital multiple times for my skin treatment and talked to my lawyer regarding how I could file a case against my parents.

Soon, my father received a notice of the restraining order and the impending lawsuit. With that, his smug confidence was shattered, and his reputation was in ruins. His entire circle was disgusted by his actions.

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A man reading a legal notice | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, Mom tried to get in touch with me, but I didn’t reply to any of her calls or texts. If she couldn’t take a stand for me, why should I even bother talking to her? I was done.

Now, living with Henry, I feel a sense of peace that had been missing from my life for ages. I don’t remember the last time I had laughed this much in my own house. I can’t thank fate enough for blessing me with a man like Henry. I have no idea what I’d do without him.

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A man sitting in his apartment | Source: Midjourney

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Disguised as a Cleaner, a Journalist Faces the Unexpected When a Millionaire Recognizes Her Pendant – Story of the Day

Laura believed that her writing could change the world. But reality turned out differently, and her boss pushed her to dig up dirt on famous people. Desperate to save her job, she disguises herself as a cleaner to get compromising details on a millionaire. However, she uncovers a life-changing truth in the process.

The office hummed with the familiar sounds of keyboards clicking, phones ringing, and the occasional burst of laughter from a distant corner.

Laura sat at her desk, papers scattered around her, but her focus was elsewhere.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Reggie, the editor-in-chief, stepped out of his office.

His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her. He looked tired—more tired than usual—and his face carried the weight of disappointment.

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“Laura… come to my office for a minute,” he said. His tone was calm but firm. He held the door open, waiting for her to follow.

Taking a deep breath, Laura rose from her chair and walked toward Reggie’s office, each step feeling heavier than the last.

“Sit down,” Reggie said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk.

“Reggie, I was just about to tell you about a new article I’m working on,” she began, trying to sound upbeat. “It’s about the chemical pollution in a nearby lake—”

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“That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you,” Reggie cut in, sighing as he sank into his chair. He folded his hands and looked directly at her.

“Laura, pollution in forests, lakes, the extinction of… what are they called again?”

“California condors,” Laura said, her tone sharp.

“Condors, yes.” He nodded.

“People don’t care about this stuff, Laura. They don’t read it. And it’s not just my opinion—the data backs it up.”

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Laura’s brow furrowed. “But people should care, Reggie! This isn’t just about nature; it affects our health, our communities—everything!”

Reggie leaned forward, his voice hardening.

“It doesn’t bring in money. We all need to eat. Salaries need to be paid, and I can’t pay someone who isn’t generating revenue.”

Reggie softened his tone, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples.

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“I like you, Laura. You’re talented, and you care about your work. That’s why I’m trying to help you.”

“How?”

Reggie slid a photograph across the desk. It showed an elderly man with a stern expression.

“This is Mr. Weiss,” Reggie said. “You know who he is, don’t you?”

“A wealthy man,” Laura murmured, studying the image.

“The wealthiest man in the city,” Reggie corrected.

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“Rumor has it he’s been spending tens of thousands on private investigators. Years of it.”

“And?” Laura asked, confused. “It’s his money. Why does that matter?”

“Why would an old man need private investigators?” Reggie leaned back, a sly smile forming.

“Mistresses, scandals, maybe even crimes. Find anything—and I mean anything—about his expenditures, and spin it into a story. This could be the article that saves your career.”

Laura hesitated. “And if I can’t?”

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Reggie’s smile faded. “Then I’d recommend you start looking for another job.”

The cold air nipped at Laura’s cheeks as she stood in front of the grand estate, its towering gates and sprawling lawn exuding wealth and history.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and rang the doorbell.

The heavy wooden door creaked open slowly, revealing an elderly man. His figure was slightly hunched, his face marked by deep lines of exhaustion.

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Dark circles framed his eyes, and his scruffy beard looked like it hadn’t been groomed in days.

“Good morning, Mr. Weiss,” Laura said with a polite smile that she hoped masked her nerves.

“My name is Laura. We spoke on the phone about the cleaning position.”

“Good morning,” Mr. Weiss replied, his voice quiet and tinged with weariness. “Come in. Forgive the mess; there’s plenty of work to keep you busy.”

Laura stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the space.

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A thick layer of dust covered the once-pristine surfaces, cobwebs adorned the corners, and books and papers were scattered haphazardly across the rooms.

“As you can see,” Mr. Weiss continued, “I really need the help. Start wherever you’d like. I’ll be in my study.”

With that, he turned and shuffled away, closing the study door behind him.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Weiss,” Laura called after him, but he didn’t respond.

Through the brief crack before the door shut, Laura glimpsed his desk. It was cluttered with papers, photographs, and what looked like old receipts.

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Her heart raced—this could be where the secrets were buried.

Laura spent the next hour cleaning the house, her movements mechanical as her mind churned with plans.

Finally, she approached the study door and knocked softly. “Mr. Weiss, I’m coming in to clean—”

“No!” His voice was startlingly sharp as the door opened just enough for him to peer out.

“The study doesn’t need cleaning. Thank you for your work today. If you’ve finished the other rooms, you’re free to leave.”

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“There are still a couple of rooms left,” Laura replied, feigning disappointment, but her mind was already racing.

The study was off-limits, and she was more determined than ever to find out why.

Laura crouched near the sofa, her heart racing.

She glanced toward the study door, still closed, as her mind raced through the plan one more time.

It wasn’t elegant, but it might work. Taking a deep breath, she screamed, her voice sharp and filled with faux terror.

“Aaaaah! Mr. Weiss! Help!”

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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Moments later, Mr. Weiss appeared, his face a mask of alarm.

“What happened?” he demanded, clutching the edge of the doorway.

“There’s a rat!” Laura cried, pointing under the couch with a trembling hand. “It just ran under there! Please, I can’t stand rats—they terrify me!”

“A rat?” Mr. Weiss frowned, his brow furrowing.

“That’s impossible.” He grabbed a broom leaning against the wall and knelt to peer under the couch.

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“Where? I don’t see anything. Did it run out?” he asked, poking around with the broom handle.

“I… I don’t know!” Laura stammered, backing toward the hallway. “Just keep looking. I’ll hide in the kitchen!”

Mr. Weiss grumbled but continued his search, muttering to himself about how unlikely it was.

As soon as he was fully distracted, Laura moved quickly. She slipped into his study, closing the door as quietly as possible.

The room was dim, illuminated only by a small desk lamp. Papers were strewn across the desk—receipts, handwritten notes, and photographs.

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Laura’s journalist instincts kicked in as she pulled a small camera from her pocket and took pictures.

Her hands trembled as she worked quickly, her breath shallow.

Then she saw it. Among the scattered documents was a detailed sketch of a medallion.

She froze, her pulse hammering in her ears.

Reaching for her necklace, she pulled the small pendant from under her blouse and held it next to the sketch. They were identical.

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“Laura.”

The low, heavy voice sent a chill down her spine. She turned to see Mr. Weiss standing in the doorway, his face shadowed.

“I told you not to come in here,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and pain.

Her hand instinctively clutched the pendant. Mr. Weiss’s eyes widened as he stepped closer, his gaze fixed on the pendant.

“Where did you get that pendant?” he asked, his voice trembling. He reached out, his hand shaking as he touched the necklace.

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“Tell me! Where?”

“It was my mother’s,” Laura snapped, pulling back.

“Your mother…” Mr. Weiss whispered, his face pale. “Was her name Dora?”

Laura’s breath caught. “Yes. How do you know that?”

Mr. Weiss’s knees buckled, and he sank to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes as his voice broke.

“Dora… my sweet Dora. She had a daughter…” He looked up at Laura, his expression filled with anguish. “Forgive me. Please forgive me.”

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Laura staggered back, her hand gripping the desk for support. “You knew my mother?”

“I’m your father,” Mr. Weiss said, his voice raw with emotion.

The words hit her like a blow. “You left her!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

“You abandoned her—and me! She struggled every day because of you!”

“I know,” he said, his voice barely audible.

“I was a coward. I was afraid of responsibility, afraid of being a father. I’ve regretted it every day. I tried to find her, but she cut all ties. Tell me—where is she now?”

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“She’s gone,” Laura spat bitterly.

“She died ten years ago. She got sick, and it’s your fault. She fought so hard to survive, but she was alone because you weren’t there.”

Mr. Weiss crumpled, his body wracked with sobs.

“I never stopped looking. I never stopped loving her. I’m so sorry, Laura. I’m so sorry.”

Laura stared at him, her chest heaving with anger and pain. She shook her head, grabbing her bag.

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“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice trembling as she turned and fled the room.

The sound of his sobs followed her as she ran through the grand house and out into the cold night.

Later, Laura sat in the newsroom, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

The photographs lay beside her, their edges curling slightly under the pressure of her hand.

On her screen, the half-written article glared back at her. This story would blow up—it would ruin Mr. Weiss’s name, tarnish his legacy, and save her job.

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But as she stared at the photos, her chest tightened. Anger and doubt battled in her mind.

Could she really destroy him after everything she had learned? He wasn’t just a stranger anymore. He was her father.

Summoning her courage, Laura stood and walked into Reggie’s office. Her breath felt heavier with each step.

“Reggie, can I come in?”

“Of course,” Reggie said, leaning forward with anticipation. “Please tell me you’ve got something good.”

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Laura placed a photograph on his desk. “The article is ready. I can send it over now.”

Reggie’s eyes gleamed as he examined the picture. “This is perfect, Laura! A millionaire’s dirty secrets—this is going to be huge!”

Laura’s hands trembled. Reggie’s words felt like nails on a chalkboard.

“No,” she said suddenly, grabbing the photo back. Without thinking, she ripped it into shreds and tossed them into the air.

“What are you doing?” Reggie roared, his face turning red.

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“I won’t ruin his life. If that’s what this job takes, I don’t want it,” Laura said, her voice steady.

“You’re fired!” he shouted.

Laura walked out, her head held high. She had lost her job, but she had found something far more valuable—her integrity.

And for the first time in years, she had a family worth fighting for.

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