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.
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.
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
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.”
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…”
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!”
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.
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!”
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
“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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
I Accidentally Grabbed the Wrong Luggage at the Airport — What I Saw Inside Made My Jaw Drop
I Accidentally Grabbed the Wrong Luggage at the Airport — What I Saw Inside Made My Jaw Drop
When Clara realizes she has grabbed the wrong suitcase at the airport, she doesn’t expect anything unusual. But as she opens it, her jaw drops in shock. Among the clothes lies a mysterious envelope that will change everything.
“Bella, make sure you grab the right one,” I called out, half-jokingly.
“Don’t worry, Clara,” Bella laughed. “I know which one’s mine.”
A woman standing near a car with her luggage | Source: Pexels
I never thought a simple suitcase mix-up could lead to such an emotional rollercoaster. It all started at my parents’ house.
Mom’s birthday weekend was lovely. My sister, Bella, and I had a great time catching up with our parents. But now, it was time to head back to reality.
A woman walking on the sidewalk with her luggage | Source: Pexels
We were in the front yard, stuffing our suitcases into the trunk of our Uber.
Our identical suitcases, I should add.
Mom had gifted us these suitcases many Christmases ago, and it had never been a problem… until that day.
Two suitcases beside a plant | Source: Pexels
Mom came out to wave us off, a warm smile on her face.
“Safe travels, girls. Call when you get home.”
A young woman kissing an older woman on the cheek | Source: Pexels
“Do you have everything? Tickets, phones, chargers?” Dad asked, helping us load the luggage.
“Yep, all set!” I said, giving him a quick hug.
Bella and I got into the car, and as we drove off, I felt a familiar pang of sadness.
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Leaving home always made me a little nostalgic. After I moved out, college barely gave me any free time. So now my visits to Mom and Dad’s were limited to holidays and special occasions.
I cherished those rare moments, whether it was Thanksgiving, Christmas, or just a random weekend when I could break away.
A family enjoying a Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Freepik
“I wish we could stay longer,” I sighed, staring out the car window.
“I know,” Bella agreed. “But we’ll be back soon. Cheer up!”
A woman looking out the car window | Source: Pexels
We chatted about the weekend and our plans for the next visit. Bella and I live in different states, and we were already excited about our upcoming visit.
The drive to the airport was smooth, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of already missing home.
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Finally, we reached the airport, checked in, and went our separate ways to catch our flights. I arrived back at my apartment later that evening, exhausted but content.
As I opened the suitcase in my living room, expecting to see my clothes neatly packed, I froze.
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Staring back at me were Bella’s shoes and clothes. I plopped down on my couch, chuckling about the suitcase mix-up.
I started pulling out clothes and shoes, realizing these were all Bella’s things. “Typical,” I muttered, shaking my head.
But then, something else caught my eye.
A woman looking at clothes on a hanger | Source: Pexels
An envelope lay nestled between Bella’s clothes.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the familiar handwriting: “Open When Clara Is Not Around!”
It was unmistakably Mom’s handwriting.
A person writing on an envelope | Source: Pexels
With a deep breath, I opened the envelope.
“What the…?” I whispered as I saw what was inside.
I sat back and stared at the envelope, memories flooding my mind.
A woman opening a gray envelope | Source: Pexels
Just a few days ago, I had asked my parents for help with buying a new car.
They had shaken their heads, saying they were low on money and believed I could handle it since I was an adult. I had accepted it, even though it hurt a bit.
A white car on display in a showroom | Source: Pexels
Then, I remembered how Bella had been scrolling online and showed us a photo of a bag she really liked.
She had received a lot of attention for it, and I had brushed it off as a normal sibling thing.
But now that I saw money inside the envelope, my worst fears were confirmed.
A bag and a sandal on display | Source: Pexels
I have always been insecure that Mom and Dad like Bella more. So if this money was for her, I was right all along.
I paced around my kitchen, the envelope of money sitting on the counter. My mind raced with questions. I had to know what was going on.
Finally, I picked up my phone and called Bella.
A woman using her phone | Source: Freepik
“Hey, Clara!” Bella answered cheerfully. “Did you get my stuff?”
“Yeah, I did,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light. “Looks like we swapped suitcases. I’ll mail your things back as soon as possible.”
“Same here,” Bella said. “I’ve got your stuff too. I’ll send it out tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I said, hesitating before bringing up the envelope.
An envelope with cash | Source: Pexels
“By the way, did you know there was an envelope in your suitcase?” I asked.
There was a brief silence on the other end.
“Envelope? No, I didn’t know about that.”
A woman talking on her phone | Source: Freepik
“I thought maybe Mom put it there for you.”
Bella sounded genuinely surprised. “Really? That’s weird. Maybe Mom sneaked it in before we left. Did you see what it’s for?”
“No, not really,” I lied, feeling uneasy. “Just thought you might know.”
An older woman | Source: Pexels
“Sorry, sis, I have no idea,” Bella said.
“Yeah, it’s weird,” I said, feeling more confused than ever. “Talk to you later.”
“Later,” Bella said, hanging up.
A young woman using her phone | Source: Freepik
I put my phone down and stared at the envelope. Bella sounded clueless, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
Was she being completely honest with me?
I decided I needed to call my mom and get to the bottom of this. I had to know what the money was really for and why it was hidden in Bella’s suitcase.
A stressed woman | Source: Pexels
I sat on my bed, the envelope still in my hand, and took a deep breath. Then, I dialed Mom’s number.
“Hi, sweetheart!” Mom answered cheerfully. “How was your trip back?”
“It was fine, Mom,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to talk to you about something…”
“Yes?”
An elderly woman sitting comfortably at home with her gadgets | Source: Pexels
“I found an envelope in Bella’s suitcase with your handwriting on it. It said, ‘Open When Clara Is Not Around!’”
Mom went totally quiet as if she was thinking what to say next.
“Oh, that’s strange,” she said eventually. “What was in the envelope?”
I lost my cool.
An angry woman | Source: Pexels
“Money, Mom! A stack of money,” I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I thought you said you didn’t have any money to help me with a new car! What’s going on?”
I could hear her sighing.
“Money? Oh, Clara, I’m so sorry. That envelope wasn’t meant for Bella. It was for you.”
A woman holding dollar bills | Source: Pexels
“For me?” I repeated, my mind spinning. “But why hide it in Bella’s suitcase? Why not just give it to me?”
“Sweetheart, it was supposed to be a surprise,” Mom explained gently.
“What?”
Mom started explaining what had happened.
A woman smiling and talking on her phone | Source: Pexels
“Honey, your dad and I wanted to help you get a new car. It was all Bella’s idea that we’ll surprise you. We only remembered at the last moment that we hadn’t given Bella the envelope with our share. She contributed, too. Your dad must have mixed up the suitcases by accident, and well, you ended up with the money.”
“But like, I mean… Didn’t you guys say you were a bit tight on money?”
A red bow on a new car | Source: Freepik
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry about that. We managed. And it’s only now that I’m getting Bella’s text that I shouldn’t tell you everything! Oh, dear!” she laughed. “Sorry, hun. Didn’t want to hurt you,” Mom continued.
“So, you weren’t giving Bella money for that bag she wanted?” I asked.
Mom chuckled softly. “No, Clara. The money was always meant for you. We wanted to show you that we believe in you and support you, even if we didn’t have much to give at the moment.”
A woman holding a stylish bag | Source: Freepik
I didn’t know whether to cry from relief or laugh at the misunderstanding.
“Mom, I’m sorry I doubted you and Bella. I just… I’ve been feeling a bit insecure lately,” I said, feeling like I had been a terrible daughter.
“Oh, honey,” Mom said, her voice filled with warmth. “We love you so much, and we’re proud of you. Bella and I just wanted to make things a little easier for you. Now, enjoy that money and get yourself a nice car. This is for you and only you.”
A happy family | Source: Freepik
“I will,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “I love you, Mom. Thank you so much for this.”
“Love you too, Clara,” she said before we hung up.
I sat there for a moment, overwhelmed with emotions. I had been so quick to assume the worst, and now I felt a mixture of relief and guilt. But more than anything, I felt grateful for my family’s love and support.
I picked up my phone and dialed Bella.
A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels
“Hey, Bella. I just talked to Mom. Thank you for the surprise. It means a lot to me.”
Bella laughed. “No problem, Clara. We just wanted to help. I’m glad you found the surprise, even if it was a bit mixed up!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I was so stupid to act like that,” I said. “Thanks for everything. Love you so, so much!”
Have you ever ended up in a silly yet heartwarming situation like this?
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