I Married a Homeless Man to Spite My Parents – A Month Later, I Came Home and Froze in Shock at What I Saw

When I offered to marry a homeless stranger, I thought I had it all figured out. It seemed like the perfect arrangement to please my parents with no strings attached. Little did I know I’d be shocked to walk into my house a month later.

I’m Miley, 34 years old, and this is the story of how I went from being a happily single career woman to marrying a homeless man, only to have my world turned upside down in the most unexpected way.

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A woman in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney

My parents have been on my case about getting married for as long as I can remember. I feel like they have a timer ticking away in their heads, counting down the seconds until my hair starts turning white.

As a result, every family dinner turned into an impromptu matchmaking session.

“Miley, honey,” my mom, Martha, would start. “You remember the Johnsons’ son? He just got promoted to regional manager at his firm. Maybe you two should grab coffee sometime?”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, I’m not interested in dating right now,” I’d say. “I’m focused on my career.”

“But sweetheart,” my dad, Stephen, would chime in, “your career won’t keep you warm at night. Don’t you want someone to share your life with?”

“I share my life with you guys and my friends,” I’d counter. “That’s enough for me right now.”

But they wouldn’t let up. It was a constant barrage of “What about so-and-so?” and “Did you hear about this nice young man?”

One night, things took a turn for the worse.

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A close-up shot of chairs in a house | Source: Pexels

We were having our usual Sunday dinner when my parents dropped a bombshell.

“Miley,” my dad said in a serious tone. “Your mother and I have been thinking.”

“Oh boy, here we go,” I mumbled.

“We’ve decided,” he continued, ignoring my sarcasm, “that unless you’re married by your 35th birthday, you won’t see a cent of our inheritance.”

“What?” I blurted out. “You can’t be serious!”

“We are,” my mom chimed in. “We’re not getting any younger, honey. We want to see you settled and happy. And we want grandchildren while we’re still young enough to enjoy them.”

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A woman looking at her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“This is insane,” I sputtered. “You can’t blackmail me into getting married!”

“It’s not blackmail,” my dad insisted. “It’s, uh, it’s incentive.”

I stormed out of their house that night, unable to believe what just happened. They’d given me an ultimatum, implying that I needed to find a husband in a few months or kiss my inheritance goodbye.

I was angry, but not because I wanted the money. It was more about the principle of the thing. How dare they try to control my life like this?

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A woman looking at her mother | Source: Midjourney

For weeks, I didn’t answer their calls or visit them. Then, one evening, I got an excellent idea.

I was walking home from work, thinking about spreadsheets and deadlines, when I spotted him. A man, probably in his late 30s, sat on the sidewalk with a cardboard sign asking for change.

He looked rough, had an unkempt beard, and wore dirty clothes, but there was something in his eyes. A kindness and a sadness that made me pause.

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A homeless man | Source: Pexels

That’s when an idea struck me. It was crazy, but it felt like the perfect solution to all my problems.

“Excuse me,” I said to the man. “This might sound crazy, but, um, would you like to get married?”

The man’s eyes widened in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Look, I know this is weird, but hear me out,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I need to get married ASAP. It would be a marriage of convenience. I’d provide you with a place to live, clean clothes, food, and some money. In return, you’d just have to pretend to be my husband. What do you say?”

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. I was sure he thought I was kidding.

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A close-up shot of a man’s face | Source: Midjourney

“Lady, are you for real?” he asked.

“Completely,” I assured him. “I’m Miley, by the way.”

“Stan,” he replied, still looking bewildered. “And you’re seriously offering to marry a homeless guy you just met?”

I nodded.

“I know it sounds insane, but I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything. Just a desperate woman with meddling parents.”

“Well, Miley, I gotta say, this is the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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A homeless man sitting outdoors | Source: Pexels

“So, is that a yes?” I asked.

He looked at me for a long moment, and I saw that spark in his eyes again. “You know what? Why the hell not. You’ve got yourself a deal, future wife.”

And just like that, my life took a turn I never could have imagined.

I took Stan shopping for new clothes, got him cleaned up at a salon, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that underneath all that grime was a rather handsome man.

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Three days later, I introduced him to my parents as my secret fiancé. To say they were shocked would be an understatement.

“Miley!” my mom exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Oh, you know, I wanted to make sure it was serious before I said anything,” I lied. “But Stan and I are so in love, aren’t we, honey?”

Stan, to his credit, played along beautifully. He charmed my parents with made-up stories of our whirlwind romance.

A month later, we were married.

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A newly wed couple | Source: Pexels

I made sure to get a rock-solid prenup, just in case my little scheme backfired. But to my surprise, living with Stan wasn’t half bad.

He was funny, smart, and always ready to help around the house. We fell into an easy friendship, almost like roommates who occasionally had to pretend to be madly in love.

However, there was just one thing that nagged at me.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

Whenever I asked Stan about his past, about how he ended up on the streets, he’d clam up. His eyes would cloud over, and he’d quickly change the subject. It was a mystery that both intrigued and frustrated me.

Then came the day that changed everything.

It was a regular day when I returned home from work. As I entered the house, a trail of rose petals caught my attention. It led me into the living room.

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A woman’s hand on a doorknob | Source: Midjourney

The sight that greeted me in the living room left me speechless. The entire room was filled with roses, and a huge heart made of petals was on the floor.

And there, in the center of it all, stood Stan.

But this wasn’t the Stan I knew. Gone were the comfortable jeans and T-shirts I gave him.

Instead, he was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo that looked like it cost more than my monthly rent. And in his hand, he held a small velvet box.

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A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Stan?” I managed to squeak out. “What’s going on?”

He smiled, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

“Miley,” he said. “I wanted to thank you for accepting me. You’ve made me incredibly happy. I would be even happier if you truly loved me and became my wife, not just in name but in real life. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and this past month we’ve spent together has been the happiest of my life. Will you marry me? For real this time?”

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

I stood there with eyes wide open, struggling to process what was happening. A thousand questions raced through my mind, but one pushed its way to the front.

“Stan,” I said slowly, “where did you get the money for all this? The tuxedo, the flowers, and that ring?”

“I guess it’s time I told you the truth,” he said before taking a deep breath. “You see, I never told you how I became homeless because it was too complicated, and it could have put you in a difficult position. And I loved our life together so much.”

A man talking to his wife in the living room | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his wife in the living room | Source: Midjourney

“I became homeless because my brothers decided to get rid of me and take over my company,” he continued. “They forged documents, faked my signatures, and even stole my identity. One day, they dropped me off in this town, miles away from home. When I tried going to the police, they pulled strings, and I never got any help. They even bribed my lawyer.”

I quietly listened as Stan poured out his story.

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A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney

How he’d lost everything, how he’d spent months just trying to survive on the streets. And then, how meeting me had given him the push he needed to fight back.

“When you gave me a home, clean clothes, and a little money, I decided to fight back,” he explained. “I contacted the best law firm in the country, one that my brothers couldn’t influence because it works for their competitors.”

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A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“I told them my story and promised them a substantial payout,” he revealed. “At first, they didn’t want to take the case without an advance, but when they realized they could finally outsmart their rivals, they agreed. Thanks to them, a court case is set for next month, and my documents and bank accounts have been restored.”

He paused, looking at me with those kind eyes that had first caught my attention.

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A man looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll be honest with you,” he smiled. “I’m not a poor man. I’ve spent my whole life looking for love, but every woman I met was only interested in my money. You, however, were kind to me when you thought I had nothing. That’s why I fell for you. I’m sorry I kept all this from you for so long.”

I sank onto the couch, unable to process his story. I couldn’t believe the man I married on a whim was actually wealthy and harbored genuine feelings for me.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Stan,” I finally managed to say, “you’ve really taken me by surprise. I feel like I have feelings for you too, but all this new information is overwhelming.”

He nodded understandingly and guided me to the dining table. We ate the dinner he had prepared.

I shared my feelings with Stan once we finished eating.

“Stan, thank you for such a romantic gesture. No one has ever done anything like this for me in my life.” I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I spoke.

A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

“I will marry you. That’s my decision now. But could you ask me again in six months? If my decision remains the same, we’ll have a real wedding. Let’s first see how life goes with all of this new information for both of us. You have a tough court battle ahead, and I’ll support you through it.”

Stan’s face lit up with a smile. “I’m so happy. Of course, I’ll ask you again in six months. But will you accept my ring now?”

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A ring in a box | Source: Pexels

I nodded, and he slipped the ring onto my finger. We hugged, and for the first time, we kissed. It wasn’t a Hollywood kiss with fireworks and swelling music, but it felt right. It felt like coming home.

As I write this, I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. I married a homeless man to spite my parents, only to discover he’s actually a wealthy businessman with a heart of gold. Life really does work in mysterious ways.

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A couple holding hands | 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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

When I Brought a New Woman to a Party After My Divorce, My Ex-wife Blurted, ‘You Idiot!’ & Burst into Laughter

Marcus thought he’d done everything right after deciding to divorce his wife, Izzy. But his new girlfriend’s presence at his daughter’s 15th birthday party ended up with cackling laughs, a terrible slap, and a revelation he never expected.

I thought I was on the correct path when someone new and exciting came into my life. It was impulsive and fast, but it felt like the right thing, and it ruined everything.

After 20 years of marriage to Isabel, or “Izzy” to everyone who knew her well, I’d thought there would be no excitement left in life. Nothing new. But then, out of the blue, I met Jenna at a friend’s board game night that my wife didn’t attend.

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A woman at a board game party | Source: Midjourney

Before you get any ideas, I’m 49. My wife is 47, and Jenna is 46. This isn’t the typical story of a man who leaves his wife for a young girl.

Jenna felt like someone had lit a spark in me I didn’t even know I’d lost. We just clicked. I can’t explain it in a less cliché way. But I knew one thing for certain: I would never cheat on my wife.

So, I faced the difficult choice of picking between 20 years of loyalty and two kids versus the chance of a new romance. It would’ve been a no-brainer for most people.

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A businessman thinking | Source: Midjourney

But it felt right, especially after I ran into Jenna at two different coffee shops, and even the supermarket, days after the party. It was fate, so impulse took over.

I told Izzy I wanted a divorce. Remembering that day is still painful and makes me want to go back in time, like that scene in “Interstellar.”

“MAKE HIM STAY, MURPH!”

A man in an astronaut suit | Source: Midjourney

A man in an astronaut suit | Source: Midjourney

Anyway, it was late in the evening when I got home from work, and the house felt emptier than usual. I knew our daughter, Maya, was at volleyball practice. Our son, Caleb, had his own college dorm, but he was sometimes around. Not that night, though.

I’d been thinking about Jenna all day and felt guilt as I spotted my wife. She was going through some work emails, and when I walked in, she looked up with her familiar warm smile. I wished Izzy wouldn’t have grinned at me.

Before I knew it, the words tumbled out: “I think… I think we need to talk about us. About…me wanting a divorce.”

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A man looking nervous as he speaks | Source: Midjourney

The smile on her face and the light in her eyes faded into blankness. She was quiet for a long time after, and I was almost grateful for that silence.

But when she finally spoke, her voice was steady but strained. “You’re serious? After twenty years, just like that? Out of the blue?”

I tried to explain, saying things like “We’ve grown apart” and “It’s not you, it’s me.” More clichés that tasted bitter in my mouth. Yet, Izzy listened without interrupting.

A woman looking serious | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking serious | Source: Midjourney

Eventually, she nodded, a sad smile barely curving her lips. “If this is what you want, Marcus, I won’t stand in your way. I hope you never come to regret this.”

***

That night haunted me for weeks, but Jenna and I moved forward. And surprisingly, the divorce went smoothly. Caleb and Maya seemed to handle the news as well as they could.

It was also good timing because my son was 19 and my daughter was almost 15. They could understand more easily.

After I explained, they nodded and acted politely, though my daughter barely looked at me. Caleb wrinkled his nose several times.

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A young man looking angry | Source: Midjourney

I knew I should’ve talked to them before jumping the gun, but I didn’t want to overthink it or spoil my chance at this piece of happiness.

Meanwhile, Jenna was a breath of fresh air. She made me feel younger, and freer, like I could finally be myself again. Our dates were amazing, and she was completely focused on me. I was the sun in her galaxy. That makes a man stand taller and, honestly, more confident.

After that, things just fell into place. The divorce was amicable, though lengthy because of all our assets and the laws in our state.

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As man holding some documents and smiling slightly | Source: Midjourney

My kids were also adjusting seemingly okay, though Maya had to alternate between houses. But this was our new normal, and I was genuinely happy.

Months passed, and the divorce was finalized without an issue. So, when Maya’s 15th birthday came up, I thought long and hard but concluded that it was time to introduce Jenna to everyone.

It wasn’t the easiest decision because the party was being held at my ex-mother-in-law’s house, but many of my relatives would also be there. In my mind, it was the right time.

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An older woman at the front porch of a nice house | Source: Midjourney

Jenna and I walked through the door, and many did double takes. Still, my family was friendly and welcoming while I introduced my beautiful girlfriend proudly.

As we moved deeper into the house, toward the backyard, I caught sight of David, Izzy’s brother. He looked us up and down as his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. I froze for a second.

But Jenna leaned into me, squeezing my arm, and whispered, “Ignore him.” I smiled at her, nodded at my still-scowling ex-brother-in-law, and finally stepped out into the backyard, where most of the attendees were.

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A backyard where people are gathered for a party | Source: Midjourney

I was looking for Maya and Caleb, specifically. But I wasn’t distracted enough to not notice the immediate change in the air.

The chatter had stopped, and only the music from unseen speakers kept going. Instead of my children, I saw my ex-wife first.

She was by the drinks table, talking to some people until she noticed the atmosphere shift, too, and turned toward us. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked completely stunned as her eyes darted between me and Jenna.

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A woman stunned at something standing to the side | Source: Midjourney

I expected the tension. I even thought she would be angry, but I was sure I could explain any trouble away. Except, without warning, Izzy blurted, “You idiot!” and burst into laughter. The sound was loud and uncontrollable.

I froze again, as everyone turned to her in confusion. My kids, who I finally noticed, had been at a table eating burgers, but they stood and looked just as perplexed as everyone else.

I looked at my girlfriend and noticed her smile had frozen. She looked around and swallowed, nervously. But before I could ask her or Izzy what was going on, I saw Gloria, Izzy’s mother, stomping toward us.

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An older woman angry | Source: Midjourney

Her face was red with anger. She stopped just inches from Jenna and, without warning, slapped her hard across the face.

My girlfriend staggered back, her hand flying up to her cheek, eyes wide with shock. I moved forward, trying to shield her, but Gloria wasn’t finished.

“How dare you show your face here!” she screamed her fury at Jenna. “After everything you did to my daughter? You think you can walk in here?!”

“Gloria, what the hell are you talking about?” I demanded, trying to push her away gently.

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A man looking confused and upset | Source: Midjourney

Suddenly, my ex-brother-in-law stepped forward and put his arms on Gloria to hold her back while glaring at Jenna with open hatred.

“You really don’t know, do you?” he spat, looking at me like I was the biggest fool on earth. “This woman,” he pointed at Jenna, “was Izzy’s high school bully. She tormented her, and it was relentless!”

My stomach twisted as I looked at Jenna, who was staring at the ground, refusing to meet my eyes. “Is… is this true?” I whispered.

Jenna hesitated, then nodded tightly. “Yes, but that was years ago. I was young and stupid…”

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A woman looking serious | Source: Midjourney

David cut her off. “It wasn’t just high school, Marcus! She tried to get Izzy kicked out of college. Spread lies and accused her of cheating on exams and plagiarizing papers all her freshman year.”

I stepped back, shaking my head. “No, that can’t be,” I said, turning to Jenna. “Tell them that wasn’t you!”

“It was her,” David spat. “She almost destroyed my sister’s future because she was too stupid to get into college!”

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A middle-aged man in front of an older woman looking angry | Source: Midjourney

Those words set fire to Jenna. “I WASN’T STUPID!” she yelled at him but quickly turned to me. “Yes, I did those things, Marcus. It’s true. But people change. Doesn’t that count for something?”

My head was spinning. “Did you know she was my wife when we met and kept running into each other?” I asked.

Jenna looked down and nodded.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Gloria screamed, thrashing in David’s arms.

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An upset older woman pointing | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Marcus. Leave with me, and I’ll explain everything,” Jenna said, trying to touch my arm, but I was done with her.

“No,” I said, and this time, my voice cracked.

A hard look came over her face. “You think you’re so perfect? You think you didn’t hurt anyone? You left your wife and kids just because you were bored. This isn’t all on me!”

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A woman looking upset | Source: Midjourney

I don’t know if she said that out of spite, to hurt me, or to justify herself. But she turned and walked away with her head held high, though I could see the redness of her cheek from Gloria’s slap.

When she was out of sight, I noticed the entire backyard was silent. Everyone watched me, waiting for something.

There was pity in my relatives’ eyes, but contempt in Izzy’s side of the family. Caleb stood off to the side with his arms crossed and his face tight. Maya looked at me like I was a stranger.

A teenage girl, looking sad | Source: Midjourney

A teenage girl, looking sad | Source: Midjourney

“Dad,” she whispered. “How could you?”

“Maya, I didn’t know any of this!” I cried out.

Caleb walked forward. “Honestly? You didn’t know?” he asked. My son had always been the suspicious type, always analyzing why people did or acted in certain ways.

“It doesn’t matter!” Maya continued angrily. “You broke our family for NOTHING!”

Those words hit me harder than anything else that day.

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A man looking sad | Source: Midjourney

I’d spent months convincing myself I was doing the right thing. That it was meant to be because things were going so smoothly. Everyone seemed happy!

But my kids weren’t. At all. That’s what I realized at that moment. Yet, I still felt like the wronged party.

Throughout all this, Izzy had said nothing. She stood there and watched it play out like it was none of her business. I don’t know why I hated that so much. It was to her that I yelled, “IT WASN’T MY FAULT! I DIDN’T KNOW!” before walking out in shame.

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A sad man looking at something to the side | Source: Midjourney

***

In the days that followed, I calmed down and tried reaching out to my kids. Caleb responded occasionally but was always short with his answers. Maya didn’t respond at all. I didn’t dare call Izzy.

At first, I was defensive and told myself that no part of this was my doing. I had no clue. I’d just fallen in love. My relatives who were at the party eventually understood that, but the fact that my children couldn’t made me resentful.

After all, I’d cut Jenna off for good. She kept texting me, but I eventually blocked her. But no one was giving me the chance to explain it. Weeks later, I ran into my cousin and vented some of my feelings to her. By the end of that meeting, she gave me the business card of a therapist.

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A woman holding a business card | Source: Midjourney

I called only a few days later. One thing he said actually put things into perspective.

“Whether you knew or not is irrelevant. You chose the divorce. You hurt your family on an impulse, as you’ve told me,” the doctor began. “What your ex-in-laws revealed was a bombshell, for sure. But at the end of the day, what matters now? Do you want to lose your kids for good?”

No, I didn’t want that. And after that simple realization, everything else he said in just one session made sense. I saw all the selfishness and stupidity I’d displayed. So, I took action.

A man in an office | Source: Midjourney

A man in an office | Source: Midjourney

First, I called David, and I got the full detailed story of how Jenna almost ruined Izzy’s future. They’d needed lawyers and cops to finally get her to stop and disappear from their lives. During our talk, he called me many names and insults and told me Jenna had played me.

I knew and was glad that, at least, my love for her was gone. She wasn’t going to play me ever again. I asked for David’s forgiveness and he gave it grudgingly.

Afterward, I called my ex-mother-in-law and begged her to see my perspective. She forgave me only after giving me a two-hour lecture. She also told me I would never find someone as great as her daughter. That was true.

An older woman looking angry while on the phone | Source: Midjourney

An older woman looking angry while on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I would never have Izzy as my wife again, but she was the mother of my children and the person I called next. This was the most painful conversation. Aside from forgiveness, I had to beg her for help with the kids.

I couldn’t let my relationship with them be completely destroyed. Fortunately, Izzy was gracious enough to agree after telling me that I really had no way of knowing who Jenna was. I breathed a sigh at last.

It took several weeks, but eventually, she called me, saying Caleb and Maya were open to having a deep conversation with me. We had to start slow, though. It had to be on their terms.

A man looking thoughtful | Source: Midjourney

A man looking thoughtful | Source: Midjourney

This is my ONE chance to make things TRULY right and get my children back. I’m seeing them tomorrow. Wish me luck.

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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