My dad told me to take cold showers using the soap he gave me. But when my boyfriend walked into the bathroom, he started crying.

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When Amelia’s dad gave her a bar of soap and told her to take cold showers with it, she never thought he had a secret, bad reason for doing so. Everything changed when her boyfriend revealed the shocking truth about that soap.

I’ve always been Daddy’s little girl, but now I feel sick when I say that. I’m not his little girl anymore, and he’s not the man I used to think he was. Let me explain why.

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I’ve always been very close to my dad. I’m 23, and I lived with my parents until a month ago because Dad didn’t want me to move out.

I had the whole second floor of the house to myself, with my own bedroom and bathroom. Those two rooms were my safe space until Dad started complaining.

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My dad has a personality like a coconut—hard on the outside but soft on the inside. He has strict rules and principles, but he also has a lot of empathy, which makes him a great dad.

He often says, “Character is built in discomfort. You have to face tough times now if you want a good life later.”

But he also makes me feel better by buying me chocolates and ice cream when I’m having a bad day.

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My mom has always been the typical loving mom. She’s always ready to give hugs and kisses and never says no when I ask her to make my favorite pasta. She has always been so sweet.

But recently, I noticed that my parents seemed different. Over the past few months, they’ve become distant, and the love and care they used to show have suddenly disappeared.

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Honestly, sometimes it felt like I was living with two strangers. It seemed like we had lost the connection we used to have.

Then my dad started making unnecessary complaints and nitpicking.

He said things like, “You and your friends were too loud last night!”
“You’re staying out too late, Amy.”
“You’re spending too much on things you don’t need!”

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

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

I was shocked. “I smell horrible? What? Where did that come from?”

That was the day Dad gave me a soap I had never seen before. It was a green, chunky bar that had a strange smell, but Dad told me to use it and promised it would help get rid of any bad body odor.

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His words made me so self-conscious that I even stopped spending time with my boyfriend, Henry.

I started smelling my skin, clothes, hair, and even my breath to figure out why my dad felt uncomfortable around me.

I followed his advice and used that soap every time I showered. In fact, I took five showers a day just to use that soap and get rid of the smell that my dad seemed to think was a problem.

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I scrubbed my skin so hard that it became dry and rough. It looked dry and scaly.

Even after all that, my dad still said I 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 mom didn’t say anything when Dad humiliated me like that every day. She didn’t defend me or stop me from being so hard on myself.

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

I couldn’t believe it when she just stood there silently, avoiding my gaze, while Dad kept attacking me. I will never forgive Mom for not being there for me when I needed her the most.

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I kept using the soap for my showers, and my clothes felt damp all the time because I was showering so often.

I also started avoiding my dad. I would rush to my room and lock the door whenever he got home from work. I didn’t want him to see me—or more accurately, smell me.

Things changed when my boyfriend, Henry, came over. We had been dating for a few months, and he was the one bright spot in my otherwise gloomy days.

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

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

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

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

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

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He laughed, thinking I was joking.

“No, babe. You smell fine. Why?”

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

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

A few minutes later, I saw him come out of the bathroom holding the soap bar. He didn’t look happy at all.

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

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How did he know this? I thought.

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

“They didn’t tell you, did they?! Baby, this isn’t soap! It’s used to clean industrial machines!”

“Wait, what?” I was in shock.

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

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

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That’s when everything started to make sense. The dry, itchy skin and the strange texture of the soap. It also made me wonder if my mom 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.

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

I knew he was right, but I just couldn’t connect the words “abuse” and “Dad.” I had never seen my dad in a negative way, and it felt wrong to think of him like that.

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 later,” I said. “Please just help me get out of here. I’ll talk to my parents later.”

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He agreed, and a few days later, we moved into a small apartment. It was cramped and not well-furnished, but it felt like a safe place compared to what I had been through.

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

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

“Oh, so you finally figured out 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 spoke up. “Amy, you—”

“You knew, Mom, didn’t you?” I interrupted. “You were part of this crazy plan, right?”

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I saw tears rolling down my mom’s face, but she didn’t say anything.

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

I wasn’t prepared for what he was about to say. I had no idea it would change everything.

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

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“What are you talking about?” I asked, my heart racing.

“That’s the truth,” he went on. “When I confronted your mother the next morning, she told me everything. She said 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, but she couldn’t look me in the eye. Then I turned back to Dad as he kept talking.

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“Your mother begged me not to leave her because she didn’t want to break our family apart,” he said, shaking 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 broke into a million pieces that day. I couldn’t believe my father had this cruel side. He was filled with a need for revenge that was so unfair.

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“You mean you gave me that toxic soap because you were angry at Mom? Because you thought I wasn’t your daughter?” I asked, my tears making it hard to see.

“You’re not my daughter,” he replied, turning away. “You’re not my blood.”

For a moment, I just stared at him, confused about why he would punish me for something I didn’t do.

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

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With that, I walked out of the house that used to feel like home. Over the next few days, I went to the hospital several times for my skin treatment and talked to my lawyer about how to file a case against my parents.

Before long, my father got a notice about the restraining order and the lawsuit that was coming. This shattered his smug confidence, and his reputation was ruined. Everyone he knew was disgusted by what he had done.

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Meanwhile, my mom tried to reach out to me, but I didn’t answer her calls or texts. If she couldn’t stand up for me, why should I talk to her? I was done with that.

Now that I’m living with Henry, I feel a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much in my own home. I’m really grateful to have a man like Henry in my life. I honestly don’t know what I would do without him.

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If you liked this story, you might enjoy another one about Bobby. He found a stash of expensive gifts hidden in his teenage daughter’s closet, along with a photo of an unknown older man and a note about a café meeting. He decided to follow her to the café, not knowing he would uncover a secret that could break his family apart.

This story is inspired by real events and people, but it’s been changed for creative reasons. The names, characters, and details have been altered to protect privacy and improve the story. Any similarity to real people, living or dead, or real events is just a coincidence and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher don’t claim that the events or characters are accurate and aren’t responsible for any misunderstandings. This story is presented “as is,” and the opinions expressed are those of the characters, not the author or publisher.

For 10 Days, My Husband Claimed to Be Sleeping in His Car — I Thought He Was Cheating, but the Reality Was Crazier

When Nella notices her husband, Eric, acting a bit strange, she follows him to see where he goes off to. A few nights into this new routine, she decides to just ask him the truth. But the truth is deeper and darker than Nella could have expected. And it changes her life forever…

It all started when my husband, Eric, told me he needed some space to think things through.

We’ve been married for 12 years, and while we’ve had our share of ups and downs, this was the first time he’d ever said something like that.

A newly wed couple | Source: Midjourney

A newly wed couple | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not about us, Nella,” he insisted. “I just need time to clear my head.”

But of course, my mind went to the worst possible place.

Eric was always the steady one in our marriage. He was reliable, grounded, and calm. So, when he packed a bag and casually mentioned that he would be sleeping in his car for a few nights, my anxiety went into overdrive.

A man packing a bag | Source: Midjourney

A man packing a bag | Source: Midjourney

Was Eric cheating? Was this his way of leaving me? Was this how he was going to slowly slip out of our lives?

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I can give you space here, at home. You can take the guest room, or we can make the pool house into something cozier?”

“Nella,” he said, smiling slowly. “It’s not about us. But this is important to me, okay?”

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

For ten nights, Eric would leave the house right after dinner and return just before sunrise.

He looked like hell, honestly. His hair would be disheveled, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he would move very slowly like his body just didn’t want to cooperate.

But every single time I asked, he’d brush me off with a forced smile, saying that he just needed a break.

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“I promise, it’s nothing like that. Trust me, please,” he would say whenever I pushed him about whether there was someone else.

But how could I? My imagination ran wild. I pictured him in a hotel room with someone else, living a double life.

By the fifth night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I decided to follow him.

A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

Honestly, I felt ridiculous. It was like some cliché out of a soap drama. But I had to know what was really going on. I waited until he drove off and tailed him a few blocks behind.

He didn’t go far. Just to the local park, where he pulled up under a tree and killed the headlights.

I parked a little farther down the street and watched from the shadows. I was nervous, like I was expecting something… or someone to get into the car. Was this where Eric’s mistress met him?

But the longer I sat there, the more I realized that nobody was going to show up. He just sat there, staring at his phone, then stretching out with his pillow and blanket.

A car parked in a park | Source: Midjourney

A car parked in a park | Source: Midjourney

It was just him, alone, in the dark.

For the next few nights, the same routine played out.

Eric would go to the park, curl up in the front seat, and spend hours there before driving home. My mind was just spinning.

Why would he sleep in his car unless he was hiding something? Why suffer through all that discomfort unless it was for someone else?

A man sleeping in a car | Source: Midjourney

A man sleeping in a car | Source: Midjourney

On the tenth night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had had enough. I needed answers. After putting the kids to bed, I locked them in and drove out to the park. This time, I wasn’t just going to watch from the sidelines.

No, we were too far into this.

I pulled up next to his car and tapped on the window.

Eric looked up, startled. He quickly unlocked the door and motioned for me to get in. The air between us was thick with unspoken words, and as I slid into the passenger seat, all my emotions came rushing to the surface.

A shocked man sitting in his car | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man sitting in his car | Source: Midjourney

“What the hell is going on, Eric?” I demanded. “Why are you doing this? Be honest, are you seeing someone? Is that why you’re here? Are you afraid that the kids would see or find out?”

I spoke too fast, as though all the words just needed to fall out as quickly as possible.

Eric sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his hands. I could see the exhaustion in him now, the kind that went deeper than just losing sleep. It was like he’d been carrying a weight he didn’t know how to put down.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

“No,” he said quietly. “It’s not like that, I keep telling you. There’s no one else.”

“Then what is it?” I pressed on. “You’re scaring me, Eric. Why are you out here every night?”

He glanced at me, then reached into the backseat, pulling out a small stack of books and a recording device.

“I didn’t want you to know,” he said softly. “Because I just didn’t want to worry you. But I’ve been out here recording bedtime stories for the kids.”

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A stack of children’s books | Source: Midjourney

I blinked slowly.

“Bedtime stories? Why would that worry me?”

He hesitated, his hands trembling slightly. “I went to the doctor a few weeks ago. They found something, a tumor. A biopsy was done, and the results came back. It’s cancer, Nella. And it’s bad. Borrowed time is all I have.”

A doctor's office | Source: Midjourney

A doctor’s office | Source: Midjourney

It felt like the ground had crumbled beneath me. I couldn’t breathe.

“What?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to put that on you,” he said. “I wanted you to be normal around me, and with the kids. But I also wanted to make something for the kids to remember me by.”

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

I grabbed his hand and held it tightly, as the reality of what he’d been hiding hit me all at once. This wasn’t about some other woman.

This was about my husband preparing for a future that I didn’t want to imagine.

“I refuse to let you go through this alone,” I said. “We’re going to face this together, Eric, whatever it takes.”

He nodded, tears slipping down his face, just as they slipped down mine.

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A crying woman | Source: Midjourney

The months that followed were a blur of doctor’s appointments, treatments, and nights spent huddled together, clinging to each other as we tried to stay hopeful.

Eric spent all this time with the kids, playing with them and taking them on walks if he could manage it. He made them pancakes for dinner and pizza for breakfast.

He told them that they could choose their Halloween costumes months in advance.

Children in Halloween costumes | Source: Midjourney

Children in Halloween costumes | Source: Midjourney

And he fought harder than I ever imagined, but despite everything, the disease was relentless. He’d known from the start that the odds were against him.

He’d known it when he started recording those stories in his car, preparing for the worst while still trying to give us the best of himself.

“I’ll try for as long as I can,” he promised me one night when we were in bed. “But I’m getting… tired.”

A voice recorder on a table | Source: Midjourney

A voice recorder on a table | Source: Midjourney

“I know, my love,” I said, gripping his hands under the covers. “Whatever you do, listen to your body, too. Rest when it tells you to.”

Eric passed away in the quiet hours of a winter morning. I remember the stillness of the house, how empty it felt without him there. Our kids, so young and full of life, didn’t yet grasp the enormity of the loss.

But they sat at the funeral, looking glassy-eyed and lost.

A funeral setting | Source: Midjourney

A funeral setting | Source: Midjourney

Just like me.

A few days after the funeral, when the house was filled with the muted sounds of family members and well-wishers, I finally felt ready to listen to those recordings.

I went out to his car and took the recorder out of the bag he had left it in. I scrolled through the files, seeing the familiar titles of the kids’ favorite stories.

A voice recording device | Source: Midjourney

A voice recording device | Source: Midjourney

But then, one caught my eye:

Our Story.

I took a deep breath and pressed play. His voice was warm and steady and filled the space around me instantly.

“Once upon a time,” he began. “There was a princess. She was kind, smart, and braver than any knight in the land. But most of all, she had the biggest heart anyone had ever known.”

I smiled.

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“One day, she met an ordinary man, just a guy from a village with no title, no riches. But the moment he saw her, he knew his life would never be the same.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened, his voice wrapping around me like a hug I so desperately needed.

“The princess and the man lived many happy years together,” he continued. “Raising a prince and princess together. And even though the man grew old and weary, he knew that his princess would go on. She would continue to rule their home… with love and strength.”

Eric’s voice faltered on the last words. I could almost imagine his upset face.

A crying man | Source: Midjourney

A crying man | Source: Midjourney

“So, my love,” he said softly. “If you’re listening to this, know that you were my fairytale. You turned my ordinary life into something extraordinary. And even though I can’t be with you anymore, your fairytale must go on.”

It was just what I needed.

And now, whenever the days feel too heavy, I listen to Eric’s voice again. And somehow, I can smile again.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you:

My Husband Surprised Me on My Birthday — When I Saw Who Jumped Out of the Gift Box, I Broke Down in Tears

As Amelia’s 30th birthday approaches, her husband, Jared, keeps hinting at a major surprise for her, causing her imagination to grow wild. On the day of her birthday party, she discovers that her birthday surprise is a man who she never wanted to see again…

I could tell that something was up. My husband, Jared, had been buzzing for weeks about this “life-changing” gift. Every day, another cryptic comment came my way.

“You’ll love it, babe, trust me!” Jared would say, practically bouncing on his feet.

An excited man | Source: Midjourney

An excited man | Source: Midjourney

When I asked him about it, he’d just smirk and say, “You’ll see!”

Honestly, by the time my birthday party rolled around, I was convinced that it was something practical. Like maybe an appliance, or the recliner with the massage functions I’d been eyeing. I would have been happy with the ice cream machine that I wanted, but honestly, Jared’s enthusiasm made me feel good that he’d gone to so much trouble.

“You’re worth all the effort, Amelia,” he said. “I just want you to feel special and know that I listen and I care.”

A recliner with a green bow | Source: Midjourney

A recliner with a green bow | Source: Midjourney

So when he walked in on my birthday, he struggled to roll in a massive gift box much bigger than our washing machine.

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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