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.
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Minha noiva decidiu trancar minha filha para excluí-la do nosso casamento — eu ouvi e criei um plano
Minha noiva decidiu trancar minha filha para excluí-la do nosso casamento — eu ouvi e criei um plano
Depois de perder sua esposa, Jim finalmente encontra uma mulher que o faz acreditar que a felicidade pode ser encontrada novamente. Enquanto Jim navega na linha tênue entre sua filha e acolher Emily em sua vida, ele percebe que misturar uma família não é tão fácil quanto ele pensava que seria.
Conheci Emily três anos após a morte da minha esposa. Perder Karen me destruiu. Ela era a pessoa com quem eu pensava que envelheceria, e, mais importante, Karen era a mãe da nossa preciosa filha, Amy.
Flores em um túmulo | Fonte: Midjourney
Houve dias em que pensei que nunca me recuperaria da perda da minha esposa, mas com o passar do tempo, soube que a esperança viria.
“É normal sentir seus sentimentos, Jim”, minha mãe dizia. “Mas também é normal sonhar com um novo começo. Ninguém jamais substituirá Karen. Nem para você, nem para Amy. Mas é normal querer alegria.”
Uma mãe e um filho conversando | Fonte: Midjourney
E conhecer Emily me fez sentir como se fosse um novo começo. Depois de alguns meses de namoro, decidi apresentá-la à minha filha, que tinha nove anos na época.
“Você tem certeza, Jim?” Emily me perguntou, com os olhos arregalados enquanto estávamos jantando.
“Sim,” eu a tranquilizei. “Não me entenda mal, Em. É que por mais que estejamos fazendo isso e eu ache que somos ótimos juntos. Mas eu só posso continuar esse relacionamento se você se der bem com minha filha.”
Um casal em um restaurante | Fonte: Midjourney
“Não,” Emily disse, tomando um coquetel. “É compreensível, e eu concordo totalmente com isso. Sua filha vem primeiro.”
Para meu alívio, elas se deram bem imediatamente. Amy, sempre tão perceptiva, mesmo com sua tenra idade, ficou emocionada por ter outra mulher em sua vida.
Uma mulher sorridente e uma menina | Fonte: Midjourney
“Eu acho que a Emily é bem legal, pai”, Amy me disse quando saímos para um pequeno encontro de pai e filha para tomar sorvete.
“Então, você gosta dela?”, perguntei, tentando entender a situação do ponto de vista da minha filha.
“Sim, pai”, ela disse, tirando a cereja do seu sorvete.
Um sundae de sorvete | Fonte: Unsplash
Dois anos depois, pedi Emily em casamento.
É claro que, a essa altura, Emily já havia se integrado perfeitamente à nossa família, e até os pais de Karen pareciam achar que a influência dela era boa para Amy.
Um homem pedindo uma mulher em casamento | Fonte: Unsplash
“Amy a ama”, Lily, a mãe de Karen, me disse um dia quando eu estava pegando minha filha em casa. “Você tem nossa bênção, Jim. Não que você precisasse, mas você tem.”
Fiquei emocionada. Eu nunca quis que meus sogros pensassem que eu estava substituindo Karen ou escondendo sua memória. Eu só queria uma sensação de felicidade.
Uma mulher mais velha sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
Mas, à medida que Emily e eu nos dedicamos aos preparativos do casamento, os limites começaram a ficar confusos.
“Mal posso esperar para ser uma florista, pai”, disse Amy, girando pela sala de estar, fingindo que estava usando um vestido chique.
“Mal posso esperar por isso também”, respondi.
Uma menina sorridente | Fonte: Pexels
Mas, durante uma conversa sobre a cerimônia, Emily sugeriu que seu sobrinho assumisse esse papel.
“O que mudou? Eu pensei que Amy seria a florista,” eu perguntei, intrigada.
“Oh, ela ainda pode estar envolvida. Eu só acho que seria fofo ter o pequeno Joey como o florista,” Emily respondeu, seu sorriso não alcançando seus olhos.
Um garotinho de terno | Fonte: Pexels
“Não, Emily. Amy é minha filha e ela será a florista. Elas podem fazer isso juntas, mas Amy terá seu momento.”
Emily não discutiu mais, mas notei um lampejo de irritação em seu rosto. Eu ignorei, pensando que era apenas estresse pré-casamento.
Um homem carrancudo | Fonte: Midjourney
Na noite anterior ao casamento, eu me vi sentado no quarto de Amy, colocando-a na cama. Ela olhou para mim com os olhos de Karen. Os mesmos olhos calorosos e amorosos que me cativaram desde o momento em que nos conhecemos.
“Você está animado para amanhã?” ela perguntou.
“Estou, querida”, respondi, alisando seu cabelo. “Mas também é um pouco assustador, sabe? Grandes mudanças.”
Uma menina subindo na cama | Fonte: Pexels
“Você acha que a mamãe ficará feliz?” ela perguntou.
A pergunta dela perfurou meu coração. Pensei em Karen, em como ela gostaria que eu encontrasse a felicidade novamente.
“Acho que sim, Amy.”
Uma menina aconchegada na cama | Fonte: Midjourney
O dia do casamento chegou, e tudo parecia perfeito. O local era deslumbrante, todos os tons de rosa entrelaçados. Eu estava andando pelo corredor, esperando para ir ao altar quando ouvi as madrinhas de Emily conversando atrás de uma porta.
“Em foi claro. Precisamos trancar Amy acidentalmente no vestiário antes da cerimônia,” disse uma voz.
Um noivo em pé perto de uma porta | Fonte: Midjourney
“Ela é louca? A criança é sua futura enteada. Por que deveríamos fazer isso?” outra voz respondeu, incrédula.
“Emily disse que não suporta ver Amy agora. Ela encontrou fotos da esposa de Jim e Amy parece idêntica a ela”, alguém explicou.
“E daí? Emily não suporta o fato de uma criança se parecer com sua mãe? Não quero ter nada a ver com isso.”
Um grupo de madrinhas juntas | Fonte: Midjourney
Meu sangue gelou.
A raiva surgiu em mim. Como ousam planejar excluir minha filha? Respirei fundo e me recompus.
Eu tinha que encontrar minha filha.
“Papai!” Amy disse quando abri a porta do provador e eu sabia que minha mãe e Amy estavam lá.
Um noivo zangado | Fonte: Midjourney
“Fique comigo”, eu disse, puxando-a para perto. “Você não precisa descer como uma florista. Você pode caminhar até o altar comigo.”
Minha filha sorriu e jogou os braços em volta do meu pescoço.
Uma menina sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
Quando a cerimônia começou, Emily caminhou pelo corredor, radiante em seu vestido de noiva, um sorriso estampado no rosto. Mas quando viu Amy, sua expressão mudou de alegria para choque.
Lá estava minha filha, parada bem ao meu lado.
Emily chegou até mim com os olhos arregalados de fúria.
Um noivo em pé no altar | Fonte: Midjourney
“O que ela está fazendo aqui?” ela sibilou.
Mantive minha voz baixa, mas firme.
“O quê? Você está surpreso em ver Amy?”
“Jim, ela deveria estar… quero dizer…” Emily gaguejou, tentando se recuperar.
“Deve estar em um quarto trancado? É isso que você quer dizer, Emily?” minha voz aumentou, e os convidados começaram a murmurar, sentindo que algo estava errado.
“Jim, eu…” ela começou.
Virei-me para o público.
Um close-up de uma noiva | Fonte: Midjourney
“Senhoras e senhores”, eu disse em voz alta, me dirigindo ao público. “Tenho algo para compartilhar com todos vocês. Parece que Emily e suas damas de honra planejaram trancar minha filha, Amy, em um camarim para impedi-la de participar deste casamento. Elas fizeram isso porque Emily não suportava que Amy a lembrasse da minha falecida esposa.”
Suspiros e murmúrios de choque percorreram a multidão. Emily parecia mortificada.
“Jim, por favor, eu posso explicar”, implorou Emily, com a voz desesperada.
Convidados sentados em um casamento | Fonte: Midjourney
“Explique como você achou que era ok machucar minha filha? Excluí-la desse dia importante em nossas vidas?” Eu exigi, minha voz tremendo de emoção.
Amy estava parada ao meu lado, parecendo confusa, mas corajosa.
“Emily, eu pensei que você amasse Amy tanto quanto você dizia me amar. Mas suas ações mostram o contrário.”
Uma menina sorridente | Fonte: Midjourney
“Jim, eu só estava… Eu não queria me lembrar da sua esposa,” a voz de Emily sumiu.
“Do meu passado? Emily, meu passado é parte de quem eu sou. Amy é parte de quem eu sou. E se você não consegue aceitar isso, então você não pertence ao nosso futuro,” declarei, minha decisão tomada.
A sala ficou em silêncio.
As damas de honra de Emily trocaram olhares inquietos, sem saber o que fazer.
“E agora, Jim?” Emily me perguntou, com os ombros caídos.
Um grupo de madrinhas | Fonte: Midjourney
“Este casamento está cancelado”, anunciei. “Não vou me casar com alguém que faria tanto esforço para machucar meu filho. Terminamos aqui.”
Lágrimas encheram os olhos de Emily, mas ela sabia que não havia como discutir comigo. Não quando se tratava da minha filha.
Emily se virou e saiu, seguida por suas damas de honra.
Ajoelhei-me ao nível de Amy e a abracei com força.
Um pai abraçando sua filha | Fonte: Midjourney
“Ninguém jamais ficará entre nós, querida”, sussurrei.
Os convidados, ainda em choque, começaram a aplaudir. Levantei-me, peguei a mão de Amy e a levei pelo corredor, não como um noivo, mas como um pai orgulhoso que defendeu sua filha e sua família.
No dia seguinte, levei minha filha para tomar café da manhã. Eu precisava ter um momento a sós com ela, pronto para responder a quaisquer perguntas que ela pudesse ter.
Uma mesa em uma cafeteria | Fonte: Unsplash
“Você tem certeza de que foi uma boa ideia não se casar com Emily?” Amy perguntou, despejando xarope em seus waffles.
“Sim, querida,” declarei claramente. “Você acha que teria sido certo se casar com Emily depois que ela te trancou em um quarto durante a cerimônia?”
Amy balançou a cabeça lentamente e pegou um morango.
“Não”, ela respondeu. “Mas ela te fez feliz, não é?”
Uma pessoa despejando xarope em waffles | Fonte: Unsplash
“Por um momento,” eu disse sinceramente. “Mas quando eu pensei sobre o quão longe ela iria, só para se fazer feliz? Não, querida, então ela não me fez feliz.”
“Então, você não me culpa?” ela me perguntou solenemente.
“De jeito nenhum”, respondi, tranquilizando-a o máximo que pude.
Eu sabia que minha filha lutaria com isso. Eu sabia que ela pensaria sobre isso de todos os ângulos. Ela personificava tudo o que minha falecida esposa fez.
“Estou feliz, pai”, ela disse, sorrindo para mim.
E naquele momento, eu soube que tinha feito a coisa certa pela minha filha.
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