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Emily and Damon’s blind date takes an astonishing turn when the pair realize their sons look exactly alike. Desperate to uncover the truth behind this mystery, Damon decides to confront his unstable ex-wife. Meanwhile, Emily discovers a letter containing a secret that could destroy her life.

Emily, sporting a rainbow-colored clown wig, hurried into an Italian restaurant for her blind date with Damon. They had met online and decided on an old-school blind date, Emily with her wig and Damon with a paper hat.

In the restaurant, she spotted Damon in a corner, their eyes locking as she approached. “Emily!” Damon greeted her, rising from his chair.

Their initial exchange was warm and comforting, and Emily was thrilled to meet him finally. They joked about Emily’s wig and settled into easy conversation, feeling a natural connection.

Eventually, their conversation drifted to their sons, and Damon showed Emily a photo of his son with an abstract painting. Emily was shocked; the boy resembled her son Bradley.

“Is this some kind of joke?” she asked, confused.

Damon pulled back his phone. “What do you mean? My son likes to paint, and he’s very good at it, too.”

“But… I don’t understand. You never mentioned it, but did you also adopt your child?” Emily asked.

“I didn’t.” Damon frowned. “You’re saying some very strange things, Emily. Is everything okay?”

Emily grabbed her phone and showed Damon a photo of Bradley in his soccer uniform. Both adults were now perplexed.

“Our boys are mirror images of each other, like long-lost twins! But how can that be possible?” Emily said, shocked. “Wait, my son’s 14, and yours?”

“14. When’s your son’s birthday?” Damon asked.

“April 16,” Emily responded.

“Same as Jordan,” Damon said, deep in thought. “It can’t be… she never mentioned twins.”

“Do you know something about this, Damon?” Emily pressed, sensing his distress.

“No, but my ex-wife might. She’s the only one who would know if we had twins. I’m sorry, but I have to go,” Damon explained, hurriedly leaving to find answers.

Left alone, Emily reflected on Bradley’s adoption, which was handled by her late husband, Jack. She wondered if Jack knew about a twin.

Jack had gotten the call that a baby was available for them to adopt shortly before Emily was released from the center where she’d been recovering from knee surgery.

When Emily finally arrived home, she was greeted at the door by Jack and a baby boy swaddled in a dinosaur blanket. Her husband had been grinning from ear to ear, and the baby in his arms was the most beautiful human being she’d ever seen in her life.

At home, Emily greeted Bradley, who noticed her unease.

“What’s wrong, Mom? Did that Damon guy do something to hurt you? If he did—”

“Everything’s fine, honey,” she replied, forcing a smile, and hurried to her bedroom.

There, Emily searched for Bradley’s adoption papers but found nothing. Realizing she had never seen them as she’d believed Jack had handled everything well, her sense of unease grew.

She changed into her home clothes and went to the attic, determined to uncover the truth. In the dusty attic, she approached a chest of Jack’s belongings, hoping to find answers in the fading light of her flashlight.

Jack’s sudden passing had left Emily reeling. One day, they were planning a family holiday; the next day, she received a call from the police.

A fatal brain aneurysm he’d suffered while driving home resulted in Jack’s car veering off the highway, leading to an accident and his death.

Struggling with his loss and motherhood, Emily enlisted her brother’s help to pack Jack’s belongings into the attic. Now, seeking answers about her son’s adoption, she discovered an envelope in Jack’s handwriting in his box of things.

‘Dear Emily,’ Jack had written in the letter inside, ‘I’ve been lying to you for almost a year…’

Meanwhile, Damon revisited the facility where his ex-wife, Naomi, resided, a place he hadn’t seen in three years. The atmosphere was heavy with unease, marked by silent orderlies and patients lost in their own worlds.

“I told you not to come back here, Damon,” Naomi greeted him coldly.

“I know, but this is important. Can you tell me what happened the night Jordan was born?”

Naomi frowned and lowered her head. Her gaze darted from side to side. “I already told you, Damon. The tall man told me I needed to leave, so I did. I don’t remember anything else!”

Damon and Naomi, who met in college, were initially happy together. Their joy grew when Naomi fell pregnant shortly after Damon joined a prestigious firm. However, their happiness turned to worry when Naomi developed preeclampsia, a health complication characterized by severe headaches and blurry vision.

Naomi’s reaction to her diagnosis was extreme. She quit her job and her doctor, choosing to stay home and rest. But her condition worsened, and she grew increasingly paranoid, often speaking of a threat to their baby. This paranoia escalated, and one day, while they were shopping, she claimed a tall man warned her of danger, although no such man approached them.

Unfortunately, Naomi’s mental health continued to deteriorate, leading Damon to convince her to see a psychologist. The psychologist diagnosed Naomi with stress-induced schizophrenia, revealing a family history of the condition that Naomi had kept from Damon. This revelation explained her erratic behavior, but it also compounded the challenges they faced, as treating her schizophrenia was complicated by her preeclampsia.

As Naomi’s due date approached, Damon’s anticipation of their child’s birth was overshadowed by his fear and concern for his wife. Tragically, with just over a month left in her pregnancy, Naomi disappeared, leaving no trace behind. Damon reported her missing, but she seemed to have vanished without a trace.

Damon’s nights were consumed by a desperate search for Naomi. He checked every familiar place, but she remained elusive. His search ended with a call from the police; Naomi had been found in an alley, in labor, and rushed to the hospital.

Damon, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, rushed to the hospital, where Naomi, recovering and holding their newborn son, Jordan, dropped a bombshell. “I’m divorcing you,” she declared, “and giving up my parental rights.”

Now, years later, sitting across from Naomi, Damon sought answers about their past. “Naomi, did you give birth to twins?” he asked.

“No, there were no twins,” Naomi replied, her mind clouded by her condition. “There was Jordan and a parasite. The tall man helped me… he took it away.”

Meanwhile, Emily, grappling with her own crisis, read Jack’s letter. He confessed that he knew about his inoperable cerebral aneurysm but had hidden it from her because he didn’t want to worry her. He also confessed to rescuing a newborn from an alley and falsifying adoption papers for their son, Bradley.

“…I took the baby and called the police. I was going to hand the child over to the police, but when I looked down at his little face, I knew he would be perfect for you. I brought him home and convinced Michael to falsify the details on the adoption papers inside this envelope. They should pass a cursory inspection, but you should know that they won’t stand up in court.

I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you, my darling Emily.”

Emily clutched the letter to her chest and sobbed. She contemplated telling Damon the possibility that Bradley could be his biological son. While she hesitated to call, Damon’s call came through.

“Hello?” Emily answered nervously.

“I’ve just spoken to my ex-wife, Naomi,” Damon sighed, climbing into his car. “She has schizophrenia and mentioned something bizarre about the night of Jordan’s birth. It’s important, Emily.”

“Come over, Damon. I’ve found something, too,” she replied.

***

At Emily’s home, Damon spilled Naomi’s story. “She thought she was carrying twins…believed one was a parasite. She might have put the baby in a dumpster.”

“Actually, I don’t think the baby was in a dumpster,” Emily said, handing him Jack’s letter.

“So, Jack saved my son?” Damon realized as he read the document.

“Please, don’t take Bradley away,” Emily pleaded. “I know you have the right. But don’t. Please.”

“Nobody’s taking me!” Bradley burst into the room, holding Jack’s hunting rifle. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“I’m not here to take you, Bradley,” Damon raised his hands. “You’re Emily’s son. I won’t change that.”

Emily was holding it all in until this very moment. She threw her arms around Damon’s neck and sobbed into his shoulder. Damon rubbed her back as she muttered ‘thank you’s against him. After a few minutes, she broke away with a grateful smile and rose to confront her son.

“Please, put the rifle down, Bradley,” Emily said. “I hate that you overheard so much of this conversation, but there’s nothing we can do to change that, so I need you to sit down so Damon and I can explain.”

“Damon?” Bradley’s eyebrows arched in shock, and he set the gun down against the wall. “The same Damon you went on a date with earlier?”

“Yes, but we need to explain something else,” Emily said. Bradley finally sat down, and Emily and Damon explained the truth to the young boy.

“So, he’s my father, and I have a twin brother?” Bradley asked.

“We think so,” Emily nodded. “A DNA test can confirm it.”

“Why me? Why did she give me up and not my brother?” Bradley asked Damon, his voice tinged with pain.

“Naomi was very sick, suffering from schizophrenia,” Damon explained gently. “She was confused and thought only one child lived. She asked Jack to take you.”

Bradley, trying to hold back tears, nodded, accepting the explanation.

“What happens now?” Bradley asked.

“We do a DNA test, then figure out how to move forward. If it confirms everything, we’re a family,” Damon said, squeezing Emily’s hand.

“This has turned out to be one heck of a first date, right?” Damon glanced at Emily with a slight smile.

Emily laughed, but it was a high-pitched, nervous laugh. “You can say that again!”

“I know this is a lot to take in, Bradley,” Damon said, turning his attention to the young man. “We’ll handle this together, as a family. Emily and I both want what’s best for you, and we’re here to support you through all of this.”

Bradley nodded slowly, still processing the information. “I just… I need some time to think, you know?”

“Of course,” Emily replied, her eyes filled with concern. “Take all the time you need, sweetheart. We’re not rushing anything. This is going to be a journey that we’ll all need to walk together.”

As Bradley excused himself and headed upstairs, Emily turned to Damon, her expression a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.

“What do we do next, Damon? How do we navigate all of this?”

Damon sighed, running a hand over his hair. “First, I’ll need to tell Jordan, but that can wait until morning. Then, we should get that DNA test done. It will provide the clarity we need. Once we have the results, we can decide how to approach the future together.” He met Emily’s gaze, a reassuring glint in his eyes. “No matter what, we face it as a family.”

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A man who had lost his family decides to adopt a little boy that no one wants because he has Down syndrome. Years later, he is contacted by a lawyer with surprising news.

David paced nervously up and down the hospital waiting room. His brother Jack said, “Calm down, Dave! You’d think no one ever had a baby before!”

David smiled. “I know,” he said. “I’m just so nervous! I’ve always wanted to be a father!”

Jack grinned and patted his brother on the back. “Get ready to be a daddy, my man!” It was then that the doctor walked in and headed for David. There was something in his expression that killed all laughter, and David just knew.

It was, the doctor said, one of those one-in-a-million flukes, a rare mischance but it had cost Rita and their baby their lives. David listened to him very calmly and nodded in all the right places.

He didn’t even cry, but when he tried to take a step, his knees just folded. A weeping Jack had to hold up his brother and carry him home as if he were a child.

Days later, after Rita and their baby were buried, and everyone but Dave seemed ready to forget, he woke to a silent house. He reached out to Rita’s side of the bed. Empty.

Parents will make the most heartbreaking decisions for their children’s welfare.

He got up and walked down the corridor to the nursery and turned on the pretty nightlight that cast soft pastel stars up onto the ceiling. He and Rita had decorated that room as much with pain as with dreams. It was all gone.

Dave sat in the rocking chair Rita had insisted was a must-have and cried. His heart and his house were empty, his dreams were gone. He wanted to tear that nursery apart and negate that emptiness.

Dave contacted social services and inquired about adopting or fostering a child. At first, the social worker was hesitant. “We don’t usually give children to single parents,” she said. “Though it IS becoming more common.”

“I have a good life,” Dave said. “I have a lot to give a child, especially love. My wife and I dreamed of being parents — I want to make that dream come true.”

The social worker picked up a file with lots of colored stickers on it. “Would you consider a special needs child?” she asked.

Dave shrugged. “All children are special, they all have needs,” he said quietly. “We never know what God might send us. I’ll take the child who needs me.”

Of course, Dave had to go through a lot of interviews and had to do some parenting workshops, but eventually, the big day came. They told him he had a son.

“We have a little boy who has been through three different foster families,” the social worker said. “His name is Sam, and he is two years old. He has Down syndrome…”

“Where is he?” asked Dave.

“Sam has some health issues you should be aware of,” the social worker said.

“I’ll take him to the pediatrician,” Dave said. “Whatever he needs, he’ll get.”

When Dave saw Sam, it was love at first sight. Sam was the cutest baby he’d ever seen!

At first, Sam was shy, but when he realized how much Dave loved him, and how caring he was, he slowly came out of his shell. Dave couldn’t understand how anyone could not want such an adorable child!

Of course, it took Sam a little longer to reach his milestones, and the doctor said they would have to watch his heart, but in almost every way, he was perfect!

The best part of Dave’s day was when he picked Sam up from childcare, and his little boy ran to him, arms opened wide. Dave would swing Sam up high and tickle his fat little belly, and his heart would overflow with love.

“Rita,” he’d whisper to his dead wife when he watched Sam sleeping. “I made our dream come true, I filled the hole you and our baby left in my life with love.”

The years went by, and Sam grew as fast as any other child. The doctor said his heart was just fine. He was a happy, friendly boy who made friends out of everyone he met. No one could resist Sam and his happy grin!

The phone was constantly ringing with invitations for sleepovers and playdates, and Dave could hardly keep up with Sam’s busy social life!

Then one day, he received a phone call from a lawyer. “Mr. Wallace,” the man said. “I’m calling on behalf of your adoptive son’s birth parent…”

“What do you want?” Dave asked sharply.

“I would like to talk to you…” the lawyer said.

“I’m not interested,” Dave said. “Those people abandoned my son. There’s nothing you could say that I want to hear.”

“Please, Mr. Wallace,” the lawyer said. “For Sam’s sake.”

Reluctantly, Dave agreed to meet the lawyer. As soon as he arrived, the man handed Dave a letter. “This will explain everything so much better than I ever could, Mr. Wallace,” he said.

Dave opened the envelope and started reading: “Dear Mr. Wallce, if you are reading this, I’m finally at rest with my beloved wife. I thank you for loving my sweet Sam and for caring for him.

“Before Sam was born, the doctors told us he had Down syndrome, and it made no difference to us. We welcomed him joyfully. We imagined we’d have many long and happy years as a family, but it was not to be.

“When Sam was three months old, he was in the hospital for some tests. My wife, Emily, and I drove to the hospital to pick him up, and we were hit by a truck.

“Emily died instantly, I survived, but as a quadriplegic. For these last twelve years, I’ve been a dead man who still breathed and cried and cursed God.

“I was not the father Sam deserved. I wanted better for my son, so I placed him for adoption. I was right, Mr. Wallace, because you took my boy in and you’ve been the best father.

“One day, I want you to be able to tell Sam that his birth parents loved him and wanted him. I don’t ever want my boy to think we abandoned him.

“Please, tell him! My lawyer will give you the papers for Sam’s trust fund which will be in your hands. Thank you again, Mr. Wallace, for loving my Sam, for being the father I should have been.”

The lawyer gave Dave access to Sam’s trust fund which came to $1.2 million, money which he vowed would secure his son’s future, just as his biological father had wished.

Dave wondered if the families who had turned away from Sam would have turned down the money if they had known it existed! Sam’s biological father had been right to hide his fortune, so his son could be loved for himself.

What can we learn from this story?

• Don’t give yourself up to bitterness and anger. Fill your heart with love. Dave chose to turn away from his grief and pour all the love in his heart into a needy child.
• Parents will make the most heartbreaking decisions for their children’s welfare. Sam’s father gave him up so he could have a normal childhood with a loving family.

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When I first started dating Ryan, I knew there would be challenges. I was stepping into a relationship with a man who had three young daughters, and I was prepared for the extra noise, the mess, and the constant whirlwind that would follow us wherever we went.

I had been living alone in my cozy, peaceful home for years and had gotten used to the calm and order that came with it. But I knew that loving Ryan meant embracing the chaos his daughters would bring, and I was ready to make the necessary sacrifices.

My home was my sanctuary, but I was willing to adjust. When Ryan moved in, I sacrificed my guest room and the upstairs rec room so the girls could have their own spaces. It wasn’t always easy.

I would often find myself retreating to my bedroom just to get a moment of quiet. But I was committed to making our new family dynamic work, so I kept reminding myself that this was what it meant to love someone—sacrifices, compromises, and the willingness to adapt.

But just when I thought I had a handle on things, the situation took a turn I never saw coming.

Ryan’s ex-wife, Laura, had always been a bit of a wild card. She was the kind of person who thrived on drama and attention. So, when she suddenly decided to get the girls a dog, three kittens, and a bunch of rodents, I wasn’t entirely surprised.

What did surprise me was the fact that her lease strictly prohibited pets. I couldn’t understand why she would make such a reckless decision, knowing it would cause problems. But I chalked it up to her trying to win the girls’ favor, hoping they’d see her as the “fun” parent.

I thought that would be the end of it, that she’d have to face the consequences of her actions on her own. “She’ll sort it out,” I muttered, hoping Ryan would agree. But that wasn’t the case. When her landlord found out about the pets and threatened to evict her, Ryan stepped in, determined to play the hero. “They can stay with us,” he told the girls with a reassuring smile, “We’ll make room.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice sharp with disbelief. “We can’t possibly take in all those animals, Ryan. You know I have allergies, we both work long hours, and let’s be honest, you’re not exactly the most reliable when it comes to keeping the house in order.”

He frowned, clearly taken aback. “But they’re just kids,” he pleaded. “They’ve already fallen in love with the animals. How can we take them away now?”

“I get that,” I replied, trying to stay calm. “But maybe a few of the rodents could stay, not the entire zoo. We can’t turn this place into a circus.”

The girls, overhearing our conversation, looked devastated. They had already become attached to the animals, and now they were faced with the possibility of losing them.

Ryan, caught in the middle, started sulking, his usual response when things didn’t go his way. Meanwhile, his ex, ever the drama queen, played the victim. She acted as if I was the evil stepmother ruining everyone’s fun, and that’s how the girls started to see me too.

Then, one afternoon, after a particularly exhausting day at work, I came home ready to unwind. As I pushed open the door, I froze. My living room looked like an animal shelter.

The dog was lounging on my couch, the kittens were scampering around like they owned the place, and the rodents were making themselves at home in the corners. My throat started itching almost immediately, my nose tingling with the telltale signs of an impending allergy attack.

I felt a surge of anger, betrayal burning in my chest. Ryan had brought all the animals over behind my back. As I stood there, trying to process what was happening, one of the girls, Emma, approached me, looking guilty.

She hesitated before blurting out, “Mom told us you wouldn’t mind the pets because you told her you liked animals. But when we were at dinner last week, I heard you tell Dad that you had allergies. I think Mom heard too.”

I didn’t react right away, just nodded and reassured her that it wasn’t her fault. But that was the first crack in the story I’d been told. Why was Ryan’s ex lying to her kids?

That’s when it clicked. Ryan’s ex had done this on purpose. She’d overheard me talking about my allergies and decided to use it against me, knowing it would cause chaos in our home. I was furious, but I also realized that I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

That evening, I confronted Ryan. “Why did you bring the animals here without telling me?” I asked, my voice trembling with barely controlled anger.

He looked at me, guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. The girls were so upset, and I just wanted to make them happy.”

“And what about me?” I shot back. “You know I have allergies. You know how hard it is for me to keep up with the housework as it is. Why didn’t you talk to me first?”

Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t want to disappoint them.”

I shook my head, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. “Ryan, this isn’t just about the animals. It’s about trust. You went behind my back, and you let your ex manipulate you. We’re supposed to be a team, and right now, it feels like I’m fighting this battle alone.”

He looked at me, his expression softening. “You’re right. I should have talked to you first. I won’t let it happen again.”

But I wasn’t satisfied with just an apology. I needed to get to the bottom of what had really happened. I decided to dig deeper.

The next day, I made a few phone calls. It wasn’t hard to find the truth once I knew where to look. I managed to get in touch with her landlord under the guise of verifying some information about his other property. When I casually mentioned the pet situation, he was puzzled.

“I’ve never had a problem with pets,” he said. “In fact, I encourage it. Makes the place feel more like home, you know?”

That was all I needed to hear. Ryan’s ex had lied. She’d never been at risk of eviction. She’d used the pet issue as a way to manipulate the situation, knowing it would cause a rift between Ryan and me, and likely hoping I’d cave in to keep the peace.

That evening, I confronted Ryan again, this time with the full story. “I talked to her landlord,” I said, watching his face carefully. “He doesn’t have any problem with pets. She lied about being at risk of eviction.”

Ryan was floored. He stared at me, disbelief and anger flickering in his eyes. “She lied?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded. “She used the situation to stir up trouble between us. She knew it would cause problems, and she did it anyway.”

Ryan clenched his fists, anger radiating off him in waves. “I can’t believe she would do that. I feel like such an idiot.”

I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re not an idiot, Ryan. But you need to see her for who she really is. We can’t let her manipulate us like this. We need to be stronger together.”

He looked at me, a mixture of regret and determination in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

The next day, I texted Ryan’s ex. I calmly explained that I knew the truth and that the animals needed to go back to her place. When she tried to argue, I reminded her that her own landlord had no issue with pets. She had no choice but to take them back.

The girls were understandably upset when they found out that their mom had lied to them about the pets. It wasn’t easy for them to reconcile that their mom had used them as pawns in her own game. But in the end, it brought some much-needed clarity to the situation.

Ryan and I had a serious talk about trust and communication. I made it clear that if we were going to make this work, we needed to be a team, making decisions together and not letting outside forces pull us apart. He agreed, and while things weren’t perfect, we were on the same page for the first time in a long while.

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Richard Grey was an impressive young man who, despite his parents’ affluence, was humble and caring, which led him to meet his fiancée. Sadly, things did not go as planned after the millionaire showed up at her door, posing as a homeless man.

The Grey family was popular for their wealth. Some say that they could buy all the houses in Beverly Hills with their money. Their history dates as far back as the 1700s, and while many have come and gone, they have been able to maintain their aristocracy.

Richard was the only son of his parents, Franco and Leah Grey. The couple had waited for several years before having him. As expected, they spent their money and time grooming one of the best gentlemen in history.

He was a tall, handsome, black-haired man, refined with impressive manners. Richie, as his mom called him, was the complete package. He was great at holding conversations, and it did not matter the topic.

During his time as a high school student, he was quite popular and was liked by the students and teachers. In university, he commanded the same emotions from people.

Richard was not only famous for his dashing looks or wits but also his gentlemanliness. He never acted like a spoiled brat; the young man often showed kindness and empathy.

He brought joy to many, and the Greys could not be any prouder to show off their perfect son who was going to oversee their estate. But while they felt immense joy at the man they had raised, they were wary about his future.

The couple yearned for grandkids. They wanted Richard to find a suitable wife and bear kids. Leah craved for tiny soldiers, as she called them, and could not wait for it to happen.

She once challenged her husband, who cautioned her to slow down on harassing their son for an offspring. “I never understand you, Franco, you may die before me, and you are not bothered that you may never see his baby?” she queried.

“Oh, come off it, honey! I want the best for him and grandkids like you, but let him take his time. Finding love is not as easy these days,” Franco replied.

“Pffftttt! People get married every day Franco, every day!” screamed the impatient mom. “Getting married and starting a family are two different phases, and our boy has not even entered the first,” Leah added.

Franco’s caution did not change anything for Leah. Whenever she had the chance to see Richie, she never missed talking about her worry of not seeing his kids before dying.

After such conversations, the 36-year-old would say, “But mom, I’m trying to find the right girl. These days, it’s too hard to determine who truly loves you.”

Richard was right. His wealth made it difficult to find the best kind of woman. By his standards, she must be willing to be committed, compassionate, and submissive, not because of his money, but because of the sake of having a successful marriage.

The man wanted to maintain a symbiotic relationship, not a parasitic one. While he churned out a list of what his dream woman must have, he was willing to be the best version of himself and did not mind changing for her. However, she needed to be his Cinderella, the woman who would make his heart skip a beat.

No one knew when it would happen. Not even Richard. However, it happened sooner than he had expected. He met Marlene, a gorgeous woman with a model’s build. He was smitten by her looks and wits. For him, this was the perfect catch.

Richie worked his way into Marlene’s heart. She was not easy to impress, but in the end, the handsome bachelor successfully swept her off her feet; at least, that was the way she described falling in love with him.

A few months after several dates and flower deliveries to her doorstep, the Grey heir asked the million-dollar question. He scheduled a grand proposal and he did get the answer he wanted.

Marlene was set to become his bride with a huge precious rock sitting pretty on her finger. The couple moved in together, and Richard supported his fiancée.

He learned that the woman raised funds for orphanages. This tickled his heart. To Richie, his lover ticked all the boxes, and there was no one he would rather be with.

He sponsored some of her fundraising schemes and projected them among his rich friends. He wanted to help her succeed as much as she wanted to. But this sweet love story soon turned sour when the man decided to test his perfect Cinderella.

One sunny morning, Richard was busy clearing the trunk of his car and putting the garage in order when he witnessed Marlene turn down a homeless old man who had knocked on the front door. She shoved him aside and answered him rudely.

This did not seem right to her fiancé, who was shocked at the harsh treatment. Once he got to the office, he phoned an orphanage where his lover claimed she rendered financial help. To his surprise, they knew nothing about her, neither were they familiar with her project.

The man quickly contacted a private investigator named Sarah. He wanted to be sure of his partner; after all, they would be tying the knot soon. What he found out made him disappointed, but he was not willing to give up.

According to the investigator, Marlene was a fake fundraiser who scammed people of their hard-earned money. She never helped any organization and cared only about herself.

Still, Richard was unwilling to write her off. So he pretended to be a beggar and approached Marlene in his rags, with heavy makeup to conceal his face.

On sighting the poor man on her porch, she hurriedly and angrily dismissed him. “Get off my property, you nitwit! You disgust me!” It did not matter to her that he begged for water or food.

Two days later, the man revisited their home with the costume. But before she could display her lack of empathy, he cleaned up his makeup, revealing his identity while confronting Marlene that he knew all about her true nature.

“Hold it right there. I know all about you, Marlene. I’m guessing that is not even your real name, but what do I care?” the indignant man blurted.

Feeling confused and agitated, Marlene said, “I’m so sorry, Richard, I can explain. It’s, it’s, it’s, not what you think.”

Without hesitation, Richard grabbed her arms angrily and ordered her to leave his home and said, “I am not sure what to think anymore, other than you leave my house and life!”

Shortly after the incident, the lady got arrested, and a few months later, Richie and Sarah began dating. This time, he promised not to rush things while enjoying the dating phase with the investigator. After his ordeal, Leah reluctantly slowed down her bickering and mostly asked Sarah when she would ask her lover to get married.

What lessons can we learn from this story?

• Nothing beats being critical of choices. Richard wanted to know his fiancèe better, even though he had proposed. When he noticed her behavior, red flags glaring at him, he took the necessary action.
• Parents should avoid pressuring their kids. Children could use some words of encouragement and advice, but parents should never pressure them into doing their bidding.

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After my son convinced me to live in a nursing home, I wrote letters to him daily telling him I missed him. He never replied to any of them until one day, a stranger shared why and came to take me home.

When I turned 81, I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis, which made it difficult for me to move around without assistance. My condition also made it difficult for my son Tyler and his wife Macy to take care of me, so they decided to move me to a nursing home.

“We can’t be tending to you the entire day, mom,” Tyler told me. “We have work to do. We’re not caregivers.”

I wondered why he suddenly felt that way towards me, as I always tried to stay out of their way so I wouldn’t disrupt their daily schedules. I would stay in my room and use my walker to assist me whenever I needed to walk to another area of the house.

“I’ll stay out of your way, I promise. Just don’t send me to a nursing home, please. Your father built this house for me, and I’d love to keep living here for the rest of my life,” I begged.

Tyler shrugged me off, saying that the house my late husband James had built was “too big for me.”

“Come on, mom,” he said. “Leave the house to Macy and me! Look at all this space – we can have a gym and separate offices. There’s plenty of room to renovate.”

At this point, I understood that his decision to move me to a nursing home was not because he wanted me to get proper care but to get my house for himself. I was deeply hurt, trying to stop myself from crying upon realizing that somehow, Tyler had grown up to be a selfish man.

“Where did I go wrong?” I asked myself when I got into my room that night. I thought I had raised a well-mannered man, but it seems I was wrong. I never expected to be betrayed by my son.

Without giving me much of a choice, Tyler and Macy took me to a nursing home nearby, where they said I’d get round-the-clock care from the nurses. “Don’t worry, mom, we’ll visit as much as we can,” Tyler assured me.

Hearing this, I realized that maybe moving to a nursing home wasn’t too bad because they’d come to see me anyway. Little did I know, Tyler was lying and simply trying to get me off his back.

Every day at the nursing home seemed like an eternity. Although the nurses were friendly and the other patients were nice to talk to, I still longed to be with family and not in a place full of strangers.

Without a phone or tablet, I wrote letters to Tyler every day asking him to visit me or how they were doing. Not once did I get a response nor a visit.

After two years in the nursing home, I lost any hope of anyone coming. “Please, take me home,” I would pray every night, but after two years, I tried to convince myself not to get my hopes up anymore.

One day, however, I was surprised to find out from my nurse that a man in his forties was at the counter, looking for me. “Did my son finally come to visit?” I said, getting my walker quickly before making my way to the front.

When I got there, I had a big smile on my face thinking it was Tyler, but to my surprise, it was another man I hadn’t seen in ages. “Mom!” he called out and gave me a tight hug.

“Ron? Is it you, Ron?” I asked him.

“It’s me, mom. How have you been? I’m sorry it took me so long to visit you. I just arrived back from Europe, and I went straight to your house,” he said.

“My house? Did you see Tyler and Macy there? They put me in this nursing home a couple of years ago, and I haven’t seen them since,” I revealed.

Ron looked at me sadly and asked for me to sit down. We sat in front of each other on the couch, and he began to fill me in on what had happened in the past two years I was inside the nursing home.

“Mom, I’m sorry you have to hear this from me. I thought you already knew,” he started to say. “Tyler and Macy died in a house fire last year… I only found out when I went to your house and saw it abandoned. I decided to check the mailbox to see if I could get information on where to find you, and I saw all your unread letters,” he explained.

I couldn’t believe what Ron was telling me. Although I felt resentment towards my son for what he did to me, hearing about his death still broke my heart. I cried that entire day, mourning him and my daughter-in-law Macy.

Throughout my crying, Ron never left my side. He consoled and stayed with me without saying a word until I was ready to speak again.

Ron was a boy I once took into my home. He and Tyler were childhood friends and were inseparable when they were younger.

Unlike Tyler, who had everything he could possibly want, Ron lived in poverty and was raised by his grandmother after his parents passed away. I treated him like my own son, fed him, clothed him, and made him live with us until he moved out to study college in Europe.

After getting a high-paying job in Europe, Ron didn’t return to the US, and we eventually lost touch. I never thought I’d see him again until he showed up at the nursing home.

“Mom,” he said after I finally calmed down. “I don’t believe you belong here in this nursing home. Will you please allow me to take you home? I would love to take care of you,” he said.

I couldn’t help but cry once more. My own son kicked me out of my house, and in front of me was a man who wanted to take me in, even though I wasn’t his blood relative. “Would you really do that for me?”

“Of course, mom. You don’t even have to ask that. You raised me to be who I am today. Without you, I’m nothing,” Ron said, hugging me.

That evening, Ron helped Jude pack her things and took her into his newly-purchased home. There, Jude discovered he had a large family, and they welcomed Jude warmly. She spent her last years in happiness, surrounded by people who truly loved her and cared for her.

What can we learn from this story?

Respect your elders and never forget what they’ve done for you. Tyler didn’t show appreciation to his mom despite everything she had done for him. He didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of her when she got older and chose to send her to a nursing home.

Family doesn’t always mean blood. Ron didn’t see Jude for years but never forgot about the kindness she showed him when he was younger. Ultimately, he decided to repay her kindness by taking her in and caring for her for the rest of her life.

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My entitled husband booked first class for himself and his mom, leaving me in economy with the kids. But I wasn’t going to just sit back. I made sure his “luxury” experience had a little turbulence, turning his flight into a lesson he won’t forget.

I’m Sophie and let me tell you about my husband, Clark. You know the workaholic, always stressed type, who probably thinks his job is the center of the universe? Don’t get me wrong, I get it, but hello? Being a mom isn’t exactly a spa day either. Anyway, he really outdid himself this time. You ready for this?

Okay, so we were supposed to be visiting his family for the holidays last month. The whole point was to relax, bond as a family, and give the kids some fun memories. Simple enough, right?

Clark volunteered to book the flights, and I thought, “Great, one less thing for me to worry about.”

Oh, how naive I was.

“Clark, honey, where are our seats?” I asked, juggling our toddler on one hip and a diaper bag on the other. The airport was a maze of stressed-out families and businesspeople rushing to their gates.

Clark, my dear husband of eight years, was busy tapping away on his phone. “Oh, um, about that…” he mumbled, not even looking up.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach. “What do you mean, ‘about that’?”

He finally pocketed his phone and gave me that sheepish grin I’d come to dread.

“Well, I managed to snag an upgrade for me and Mom to first class. You know how she gets on long flights, and I really need to catch up on some peaceful rest…”

Wait. An upgrade for just the two of them? I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. It didn’t come.

“So, let me get this straight,” I snapped. “You and your mother are sitting in first class, while I’m stuck in economy with both kids?”

Clark had the audacity to shrug. The nerve of this guy. Argh.

“Ah, c’mon. Stop being a drama queen! It’s just a few hours, Soph. You’ll be fine.”

As if on cue, his mother Nadia appeared, designer luggage in tow. “Oh, Clark! There you are. Are we ready for our luxurious flight?”

She smirked as if she’d won an Olympic medal and I swear I could’ve melted under her gaze.

I watched as they sauntered off towards the first-class lounge, leaving me with two cranky kids and a growing desire for revenge.

“Oh, it’ll be luxurious alright,” I muttered, a delicious, petty plan brewing in my head. “Just you wait.”

As we boarded the plane, I couldn’t help but notice the grim difference between first class and economy. Clark and Nadia were already sipping champagne while I struggled to fit our carry-on into the overhead bin.

“Mommy, I want to sit with Daddy!” our five-year-old whined.

I forced a smile. “Not this time, sweetie. Daddy and Grandma are sitting in a special part of the plane.”

“Why can’t we sit there too?”

“Because Daddy’s a special kind of jerk.”

“What was that, Mommy?”

“Nothing, honey. Let’s get you buckled in.”

As I settled the kids, I caught a glimpse of Clark reclining in his spacious seat, looking all too pleased with himself. That’s when I remembered I had his wallet. Yep! Here’s how!

As we navigated the security checkpoint earlier, I subtly lagged behind. While Clark and Nadia were engrossed in a conversation, I discreetly slipped my hand into his carry-on. I quickly located his wallet, slipped it into my bag, and resumed my place in line as if NOTHING had happened. Smart, right? I know! I know!

Okay, so back to where we left off. A wicked grin spread across my face as I watched Clark. This flight was about to get a lot more interesting.

Two hours into the flight, my kids were asleep, and I was enjoying the peace and quiet. That’s when I saw the flight attendant approaching the first-class cabin with a tray of gourmet meals. Yum!

It was like watching a dog drool over a juicy steak while I was stuck with airline pretzels.

I watched as Clark ordered the most expensive items on the menu, complete with top-shelf liquor, indulging in every luxury available.

“Would you like anything from the snack cart, ma’am?” another flight attendant asked me.

I smiled. “Just water, please. And maybe some popcorn. I have a feeling I’m about to watch quite a show.”

The attendant looked confused but obliged.

As expected, about thirty minutes later, I saw Clark frantically searching his pockets. The color drained from his face as he realized his wallet was missing.

I couldn’t hear what was being said, but his body language told me everything. The flight attendant was standing firm, hand outstretched, waiting for payment.

Clark was gesturing wildly, his voice rising just enough for me to catch snippets.

“But I’m sure I had it… Can’t we just… I’ll pay when we land!”

I sat back, munching on my popcorn. The in-flight entertainment had nothing on this. Jeez, this was EPIC!

Finally, the moment I’d been waiting for arrived. Clark, looking like a scolded schoolboy, made his way down the aisle to economy class. And to me!

“Soph,” he whispered urgently, crouching next to my seat. “I can’t find my wallet. Please tell me you have some cash.”

I put on my best-concerned face. “Oh no! That’s terrible, honey. How much do you need?”

He winced. “Uh, about $1500?”

I nearly choked on my water. “Thousand five hundred bucks? What on earth did you order? The blue whale?!”

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” he hissed, glancing nervously back at first class. “Do you have it or not?”

I made a show of rummaging through my purse. “Let’s see… I’ve got about $200. Will that help?”

The look of desperation on his face was priceless. “It’s better than nothing, I guess. Thanks.”

As he turned to leave, I called out sweetly, “Hey, doesn’t your mom have her credit card? I’m sure she’d be happy to help!”

The color drained from Clark’s face as he realized he’d have to ask his mother to bail him out. This was better than any revenge I could have planned.

The rest of the flight was delightfully awkward. Clark and Nadia sat in stony silence, their first-class experience thoroughly ruined. Meanwhile, I enjoyed my economy seat with a newfound joy.

As we began our descent, Clark made one more trip back to economy.

“Soph, have you seen my wallet? I’ve looked everywhere.”

I put on my most innocent face. “No, honey. Are you sure you didn’t leave it at home?”

He ran his hands through his hair, frustration evident. “I could’ve sworn I had it at the airport. This is a nightmare.”

“Well,” I said, patting his arm, “at least you got to enjoy first class, right?”

The look he gave me could have curdled milk. “Yeah, real enjoyable.”

As he skulked back to his seat, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Lesson learned!

After the flight, Clark was looking as sour as a lemon. Nadia had wisely disappeared into the restroom, probably to avoid the look on his face. I couldn’t blame her. It was one of those classic “if looks could kill” moments, and Clark’s mood wasn’t improving.

“I can’t believe I lost my wallet,” Clark muttered, patting down his pockets for the tenth time.

“Are you sure you didn’t leave it in first class?” I asked, doing my best to keep a straight face.

He shot me a glare. “I already checked. Twice.”

I bit my lip, holding back the grin threatening to break free. This was too good.

“Maybe it fell out during one of those fancy meals they served you.”

“Very funny, Soph. This isn’t a joke. There’s gotta be a way to track it down.”

He then let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I just hope someone didn’t pick it up and run off with it. All our cards are in there.”

“Yeah, that would suck!”

As Clark continued to grumble about his missing wallet, I casually zipped my purse shut, keeping my little secret tucked safely inside. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook just yet.

Besides, there was something oddly satisfying about watching him squirm a little after ditching us for first class.

As we walked out of the airport, I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. I’d keep the wallet hidden for a while longer and treat myself to something nice with his card before handing it back. A little creative justice never hurt anyone!

So, fellow travelers, remember: if your partner ever tries to upgrade themselves and leave you behind, a little creative justice might just be the ticket to a happier journey. After all, in the flight of life, we’re all in this together… economy or first class!

Here’s another story: Three months after my husband’s untimely death, I read a message that turned my sorrow into something sinister. The secrets it uncovered revealed my husband wasn’t who I thought he was.

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.

After a fun night of speed dating, I showed my mom a photo of the guy I met. She freaked out and immediately called 911. I was shaken, but what I discovered the next day when things got really wild left me gasping for air.

My palms were sweating as I smoothed down my dress for the hundredth time. The restaurant’s dim lighting couldn’t hide the anxiety radiating from the other speed daters around me. At 30, I never thought I’d be here, but my best friend Lily’s persistent nagging had finally worn me down.

“You’ve got this, Selena,” I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath. The bitter scent of wine and the soft clink of glasses filled the air, doing little to calm my nerves.

The bell rang with a shrill sound that made me jump. It signaled the start of our first round.

I plastered on my best smile as a tall, dark-haired man slid into the seat across from me. My breath hitched as our eyes met.

“Hi, I’m Robin.”

I felt an instant spark, like electricity coursing through my veins. “Selena. Nice to meet you.”

I found myself leaning in as we chatted, captivated by his stories and wit. He spoke of his work as a software engineer, his love for rock climbing, and his dreams of traveling the world.

With each word, I felt myself falling deeper under his spell.

When the bell rang again, Robin stood up, hesitation brimming in his eyes as he gripped the back of the chair.

“Listen, I know this is unconventional, but would you like to grab a coffee after this? I’d love to continue our conversation.”

My cheeks flushed, and my heart raced. “I’d really like that. Tomorrow? I said, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks as he kissed the back of my hand.

“Sure! Will be waiting for you in the café downtown!”

As we left the restaurant later that night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my life was about to change forever.

The next afternoon, I couldn’t stop smiling as I recounted my evening to my mom, Daisy.

“He sounds wonderful, honey,” she said, her eyes crinkling with happiness. “I haven’t seen you this excited about someone in years.”

“I know, Mom. There’s just something about Robin. It’s like… like I’ve known him my whole life.”

“Well, don’t get ahead of yourself. But I am happy for you. Do you have a picture?”

“Oh! Yeah, we took a selfie.” I pulled out my phone, swiping to find the photo. My heart fluttered as I looked at Robin’s smiling face. “Here he is!”

The moment I turned the screen towards her, Mom’s face turned pale.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” I freaked out.

Her eyes were wide with panic, fixed on the phone screen. “Selena, oh my God… it’s HIM. The man who robbed my friend Janet! CALL THE POLICE RIGHT NOW!”

“What? No, that can’t be right.” I shook my head, confusion and disbelief warring inside me.

“I’m telling you, it’s him! He conned Janet out of her life savings. Promised to marry her, took every penny she had, and then vanished! We need to call the police right now, honey!”

My stomach dropped, a cold dread seeping into my bones. “Are you sure?” I asked, desperately hoping she was mistaken.

“Positive. Janet showed me his picture a hundred times when we were trying to track him down. I’d never forget that face.”

I stared at Robin’s smiling face on my phone, feeling sick. The warm brown eyes that had seemed so kind now looked calculating. The charming smile now seemed sinister. How could I have been so blind?

Mom reached for her phone, her fingers shaking as she started to dial 911. Without thinking, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Mom, wait!”

“What do you mean, wait? We need to turn him in!”

“If we call now, he might get spooked and disappear again,” I said slowly, a plan forming in my mind. “But, what if we set a trap?”

Mom’s eyebrows shot up. “What are you thinking?”

“I have a date with him tomorrow night. What if I go, act normal, and you call the police to meet us there?”

She hesitated, worry etching lines across her forehead. “I don’t like the idea of you being alone with him. He’s dangerous, Selena.”

“It’ll be in a public place, Mom,” I assured her, even as my heart raced at the thought. “And think about it. This might be our only chance to catch him. To get justice for Janet and who knows how many others.”

After a long moment, she nodded, fear still lingering in her eyes.

As we began to plot our plan, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was balancing on a knife’s edge. One wrong move and everything could come crashing down.

The next evening, I sat across from Robin at a cozy café, my nerves on edge. He looked as handsome as ever in a blue shirt that brought out his eyes.

But now, his charming smile made my skin crawl. Every compliment and every gentle touch of his hand on mine felt like a lie.

“You look beautiful!” Robin said, reaching for my hand across the table.

I forced myself not to flinch away, plastering on a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Thank you. You look nice too.”

As he launched into a story about his day, I discreetly texted Mom under the table, “Now!”

“So, tell me more about your family,” I said, desperate to keep the conversation going.

A shadow seemed to pass over Robin’s face so quickly that I almost missed it. “It’s complicated,” he said after a moment.

Before I could probe further, I saw two uniformed officers enter the café.

They approached our table, and Robin’s easy smile faltered. “Is there a problem, officers?” he asked, his eyes darting between them and me.

One of them stepped forward, his hand resting on his belt. “Sir, we need you to come with us for questioning.”

“Selena, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, Robin. But we know what you did to Janet. And probably to countless other women.”

I thought this was it. But what happened next left me reeling.

After a tense conversation with the officers, during which Robin vehemently denied knowing any Janet, they released him. And he walked back to our table.

“Selena, I don’t understand. Who’s Janet? What’s this all about?”

I blinked, utterly lost. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be led away in handcuffs, not standing here looking at me like I’d betrayed him.

“The woman you conned. My mom’s friend. You… you took everything from her.”

Robin shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve never met anyone named Janet in my life. But, wait a minute, I think I know what happened here.”

He pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen. After a moment, he turned it towards me. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.

The photo showed two identical men — Robin, and another who could have been his clone. Same eyes, smile, and same everything.

But while Robin looked relaxed and happy in the photo, his double had an edge to him, a hardness in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine.

“That’s my twin brother, Adrian,” Robin revealed. “We haven’t spoken in over six months. He’s had some trouble with the law. I’ve been trying to help him, but he disappeared. I think he might be the one you’re looking for.”

I felt the blood drain from my face, shame and horror cloaking me in equal measure. “Oh my God. Robin, I’m so sorry. I thought—”

He held up a hand, cutting me off. “It’s okay. I understand. Anyone would have done the same thing in your shoes.”

But I could see the hurt in his eyes. I’d accused him of being a criminal and had the police come after him. Would he ever forgive me?

As if on cue, Mom burst into the café, her eyes wild as she scanned the room. When she spotted us, she rushed over, stopping short when she saw Robin still sitting there.

“What’s going on? Why isn’t he in custody?”

I stood up, placing a hand on her arm. “Mom, we made a mistake. A big one.”

Robin stood as well, offering his hand to my mother. “Mrs…?”

“Daisy,” Mom said, frowning.

“Mrs. Daisy, I understand there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not the man who hurt your friend. But I think I might know who did.”

He showed her the photo, and I watched as the same shock I’d felt played across Mom’s face.

“I can’t believe it,” she murmured, looking between Robin and his brother’s picture. “They’re identical.”

“Adrian and I… we’ve always been close. Or we were. But lately, he’s been making some bad choices. I’ve been trying to help him, but he disappeared a few months ago. I’ve been worried sick.”

I reached out, touching his arm before I could stop myself. “I’m so sorry for putting you through this, Robin. I feel terrible.”

He gave me a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t. You were trying to do the right thing. To protect others from being hurt.”

Mom shook her head, sinking into a chair. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you, dealing with your brother’s actions.”

Robin’s smile faded completely. “It’s been challenging. But I’m not giving up on him. I can’t.”

An awkward silence fell over the table. I fidgeted with my napkin, trying to find the right words to fix this mess I’d created.

How do you apologize for accusing someone of being a criminal? For bringing the police down on an innocent man?

Finally, I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “Robin, I know this isn’t how either of us imagined this evening going. And I completely understand if you never want to see me again. But, if you’re willing, I’d love to start over. Maybe we could try another date? One without any police involvement or mistaken identities?!”

He looked at me for a long moment. My heart raced as I waited for his response. Finally, he broke into a genuine grin, the warmth returning to his eyes.

“I’d like that, Selena. I’d like that a lot!”

As we left the café, walking into the cool night air, I couldn’t help but feel that despite all the chaos and misunderstandings, this might just be the beginning of something wonderful.

And terrifying. Because now, somewhere out there, was a man who looked exactly like the one beside me. A man who was everything I’d feared Robin to be.

Here’s another story: My husband thought that gifting me a mop on our 10th anniversary in front of all our guests was a joke. Just moments later, karma showed him what a real joke looked like.

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.