When Maria overhears a secretive conversation between her husband and mother-in-law, she discovers a torn document in the trash that leads her to an unexpected revelation. Battling cancer, Maria fears betrayal, but instead, finds something that helps her fight to recover…
They thought I wasn’t home.
“Maria mustn’t suspect anything! Be careful, my darling,” my mother-in-law whispered to my husband, her voice low and conspiratorial.
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I froze in the hallway, clutching the strap of my bag. I’d come home early from what was supposed to be a long doctor’s appointment, slipping in through the back door to avoid the neighbor’s yappy dog.
But now, standing there in the silence, their hushed conversation sent unease prickling up my spine.
“What are they hiding from me?” I thought, my mind racing.
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It wasn’t like I didn’t have enough to worry about. I’d been battling cancer for six months now, enduring chemo sessions that left me feeling exhausted, nauseous, and constantly afraid.
Every time I went to bed, I wondered if I’d wake up to see my son’s smiling face. The idea that Jeff, my husband, and Elaine, my mother-in-law, were keeping secrets from me felt like betrayal.
For a brief moment, I considered bursting in and demanding answers. But I didn’t.
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Instead, I plastered on a smile, walked into the living room as though I hadn’t heard a thing, and greeted them like nothing was wrong.
“Hi,” I said.
Jeff smiled at me, his eyes warm, but there was tension in his shoulders. Elaine looked up from the crossword puzzle she always pretended to do when she wanted to avoid eye contact.
“Hey, honey, how’d it go?” Jeff asked.
I shrugged, brushing past them.
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“Fine,” I replied. “The usual. I’m actually hungry this time, so I’m going to make myself some soup while my appetite is here.”
It wasn’t fine. Nothing was fine.
Something was going on.
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Later that afternoon, as I was taking out the trash, I saw it. A torn piece of paper stuck out of the bag. I wouldn’t have given it a second glance, but the bold letterhead caught my attention:
REAL ESTATE PURCHASE AGREEMENT
Curiosity burned through me. I fished the pieces out of the bag and pieced them together like a puzzle.
There was an address, just about ten kilometers away, and a date. Tomorrow.
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My stomach twisted. What was happening tomorrow?
“What kind of property is this? And why didn’t they tell me about it?” I muttered to myself.
I waited until Jeff came into the kitchen.
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“What’s this?” I asked, holding up the scraps of paper.
His face darkened.
“Why are you digging through the trash, Maria? I don’t think that’s a good idea with your immune system. You’ve become so suspicious lately…”
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Suspicious? That’s the word he used, really?
He was deflecting. I didn’t have the strength to argue, but I wasn’t about to let it go either.
The next morning, I got into the car and drove to the address. I wasn’t feeling the best, but I chalked it up to the medication my doctor had me on.
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My hands trembled on the steering wheel, my mind racing.
What were they planning on buying? And why couldn’t they tell me?
Was this a backup plan in case the chemo didn’t work? A new apartment for Jeff and our son to start over without me?
Or worse… was this something darker? Could Jeff have already found someone else? Did Jaden already know about the new person? And was Elaine helping him set up a love nest for his affair?
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When I reached the address, my chest felt tight.
I parked and stepped out of the car, staring at the building before me. It wasn’t what I expected.
Not at all.
It was a commercial property on the first floor of a quaint, two-story building. Workers were putting the finishing touches on a sign above the door:
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OPENING SOON: BAKERY. MARIA’S DREAM.
I blinked slowly.
What?
Pressing my hands to the window, I peered inside. The space was stunning. Freshly painted walls, a brand-new counter, and shelves painted in the same pale blue I’d once said I wanted for a bakery.
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There was even a gleaming copper espresso machine sitting on the counter, exactly like the one I’d shown Jeff in a magazine years ago.
It was as if someone had taken my childhood dream and brought it to life.
When I got home, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
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“Jeff, honey,” I said, my voice trembling. “I know about the bakery. Why on earth didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes widened.
“What? Mari! You saw it?”
“Yes, I went to the address. Why were you keeping it a secret? Why is my name on the sign?”
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Jeff’s face softened, and he stepped closer, taking my hands in his.
“Maria, it was supposed to be a surprise. Tomorrow, Mom and I were going to take you to the sales meeting and put your name on the ownership documents. It’s your bakery. All of it. Yours.”
“What?” I gasped.
“It was Mom’s idea, love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She knows how much you’ve been through, how hard this has been. And she remembered how you always talked about wanting a bakery like your grandparents had. She used her savings to make it happen, her retirement money, and what Dad left her. I chipped in where I could.”
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Tears streamed down my face.
“Jeff… I thought… I thought you were planning to move on without me. Or that you…”
He pulled me into his arms before I could finish the thought.
“Maria, my love, don’t you ever think that. We love you. Jaden and I think the world of you. Mom and I just wanted to give you something to look forward to. A future to hold onto.”
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A month later, on opening day, a line stretched down the block.
People from the neighborhood had heard about the bakery and my story. They had heard about Jeff and Elaine, and how they had worked in secret to bring my dream to life while I fought for my health.
Jeff had shared the story with a local reporter, and their coverage had brought in dozens of curious and kind-hearted customers.
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The smell of my grandparents’ recipes filled the air. There were apple pies, cinnamon rolls, and buttery croissants. Elaine worked the counter like she’d been doing it her entire life, and Jeff buzzed around refilling coffee cups and delivering pastries.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Bad news! Mom, we sold out the blueberry muffins!” Jaden shouted from behind the counter.
“That’s a good problem to have, buddy!” I said, laughing.
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The love that surrounded me that day was overwhelming. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t thinking about cancer or chemo. I wasn’t thinking about being weak with exhaustion. I wasn’t thinking about how my hair was starting to grow back thicker and more lush than it ever had been.
And then, things got even better.
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The phone call I had been waiting for came.
“Maria, Dr. Higgins wants you in for an urgent appointment. It’s regarding your last test results.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Nancy,” I said.
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Trying not to overthink anything, I made my way to the doctor’s office, hoping that only good things could come from this.
“You’ve beaten it,” the doctor said. “Maria, you’re cancer-free!”
“What? Seriously?” I gasped.
“Yes. Your numbers have improved. The chemo worked. Your immune system is back up and running how I want it to. And… we can wean you off your medication soon.”
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I didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Or scream. I was numb, but at the same time, excitement flooded through me. Everything was… the world was different.
Brighter and more beautiful.
I drove to the bakery, desperate to see my family.
The smell of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls filled the air as I walked into the bakery. Jeff was wiping down the counters, Elaine was arranging a display of croissants, and Jaden was stacking napkins at the register, his face serious with concentration.
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“Mom’s here!” he shouted, his grin lighting up the room as he ran toward me.
“I have something to tell you all,” I said. “Can we all sit down for a moment?”
Jeff’s face creased with concern, and Elaine immediately stopped what she was doing.
“Darling? Is everything all right?”
I nodded quickly.
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“Yes, everything is more than all right. I had my follow-up appointment and the doctor called me in…”
Jeff stiffened beside me, his hand tightening around me.
“Maria…”
“I’m cancer-free.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, almost too big to fit in the bakery. Elaine gasped, her other hand flying to her mouth, her eyes already brimming with tears.
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“What?” Jeff whispered, leaning closer as though he hadn’t heard me right.
I smiled, tears slipping down my face.
“The chemo worked. I’m in remission. I’m cancer-free!”
Elaine sobbed softly beside me, her grip on my hand tightening as she whispered, “Thank you, God. Thank you!”
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“Does that mean you’re better now, Mom?” my son asked, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes that had kept me fighting through the worst days.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, wrapping him in a hug. “It means I’m better. It means I’m going to be here. With you. With all of you.”
Jeff raised his head then, his eyes red and glistening. “You’re here,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re here, Maria.”
I nodded, cupping his cheek. “I’m here.”
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My Halloween decorations kept getting stolen and ruined, but my world was turned upside down when I discovered who was behind it
I had just moved to a new town, hoping for a fresh start, but my neighbor Catherine made sure to ruin everything. She complained constantly and even stole my Halloween decorations. Determined to catch her in the act and get revenge, I set up a camera. What I discovered was far more shocking than I ever expected.
I had just finished setting up the Halloween decorations at my new house, feeling a little proud of how it all looked. Orange pumpkins, spider webs, and cute ghosts lined the front yard, ready for the kids who would come trick-or-treating.
It felt good to be settled after moving to this town just a month ago. My job was great, the house was cozy, and the town itself seemed charming—except for one thing: my neighbors.
Since the day I moved in, it felt like they had it out for me. It started with small things—comments about where I parked or how I didn’t trim my bushes the “right way.”
They would glance at me disapprovingly if I said “hi” in a way they didn’t like. It didn’t take long for the hostility to grow. One evening, they even called the police because I had my music on—at 7 p.m.! I couldn’t believe it.
The worst of them all was Catherine, who lived across the street. She was relentless, always coming over to complain about something. Once, she even stole my flowerpots, claiming they “didn’t fit the neighborhood vibe.”
I was beyond frustrated. Still, as I looked at my newly decorated house, I hoped at least this would be left alone. Just one thing that could bring some joy.
I’ve loved Halloween for as long as I can remember. It wasn’t just about the decorations or the candy; it reminded me of simpler times, warm childhood memories.
But this year, it felt different—darker. There was a hole in my heart where my dreams of having children used to be. It hurt to know I’d never create those special memories for my own kids.
Halloween, though, allowed me to heal a little, one bag of candy at a time. I poured it into a pumpkin, setting it out for the kids, and went inside, hoping for the best.
The next morning, my heart sank. All my decorations were gone. The only pumpkin left had been smashed, and the candy stolen. Tears welled up as I covered my mouth, overwhelmed by frustration and sadness. This was too much. I wasn’t going to let it slide. I knew who had done it, and I was determined to make her pay!
I stormed across the street and pounded on Catherine’s door, my anger bubbling over.
“Catherine! Open up! You’re a real witch!” I shouted, not caring who else heard.
After a few moments, the door flew open, and there she was, glaring at me.
“Have you lost your mind?” she yelled, hands on her hips.
“What did you do with my decorations?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.
“I didn’t touch your stupid decorations! Though they looked awful, if you ask me!” she shot back. “But I’m not ruining Halloween for the kids.”
“Just like you didn’t steal my flowerpots?” I screamed, stepping closer.
“Maeve, you’re crazy! You have no proof it was me!” she shouted, her face red. Then, with a loud slam, she shut the door in my face.
I stood there, shaking. “Witch!” I yelled at the closed door.
As I stood there, I realized that some of the neighbors had come outside, watching the whole scene. Their curious eyes were fixed on me, and I could already imagine the whispers behind my back.
They probably thought I was the crazy one now. I just wanted to do something nice for Halloween, and it had all been ruined. My throat tightened, and I could feel the tears building up again. Without another word, I turned and walked back home, my chest heavy with sobs.
Inside, I sat down, wiping my eyes. I couldn’t let this go. Halloween meant too much to me. I refused to let Catherine or anyone else destroy it. That evening, I made up my mind.
I went to the store, buying new decorations and candy. When I finished putting everything back up, I carefully placed a small camera among the decorations. This time, if she messed with them, I would have proof.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a strange noise. My heart raced as I looked out the window. All my decorations were gone. Again. Anger bubbled up inside me as I quickly threw on my slippers and rushed outside.
The cool night air hit my face as I ran to grab the camera I had set up earlier. This time, I was sure I would catch Catherine in the act.
I hurried back inside and turned on the video. My eyes narrowed, ready to see Catherine, but to my shock, it wasn’t her. Instead, it was a boy—no older than 12—taking my decorations and candy. I stared at the screen, confused. I didn’t recognize him from the neighborhood.
Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and followed the direction the boy had gone. I passed house after house, but none of them seemed like his home.
I knew all the local kids, and he wasn’t one of them. Finally, I found myself standing in front of an old, abandoned house. A strange feeling came over me, urging me to go in.
Inside, it was dark and cold, the air damp and heavy. I pulled my cardigan tighter, my steps careful on the creaky wooden floors. Suddenly, I saw a faint light coming from a room. I walked in and froze.
There, huddled together, were two children—the boy from the video and a little girl, barely four years old. They were trembling, surrounded by my Halloween decorations.
“Please, don’t turn us in to the police!” the boy cried, his voice shaking. “My sister loves Halloween, but we don’t have any money. I didn’t want to steal, I swear! You just had the best decorations,” he said, his eyes wide with fear.
I stood there, staring at them. Two small kids in this awful, broken house. They looked so scared, and to be honest, I was scared too. The decorations didn’t matter anymore.
“Why are you here? Where are your parents?” I asked.
“We don’t have any,” the boy replied. “We ran away from our foster parents because they weren’t treating us right.”
I knelt down to their level, trying to understand. “What are your names?”
“I’m David, and this is my sister, Nicole,” he said, putting his arm around the little girl.
“My name is Maeve,” I told them, trying to sound reassuring. “You can’t stay here. It’s too cold. Come with me.”
David looked up at me, fear in his eyes. “Are you going to call the police?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m going to take you home,” I said, reaching out my hands to them both.
David and Nicole had been staying with me for several days now, and during that time, I had learned more about them through social services. It broke my heart to hear that their foster parents hadn’t even reported them missing.
How could anyone just forget about two children? I knew right then that there was no way they could go back. So, I filed the paperwork for temporary custody.
It was a bit of a process, but the social worker said the kids could stay with me even while we waited for everything to go through. That was a relief—I wasn’t ready to let them go.
The kids were amazing. At first, Nicole was so quiet, barely saying a word. She would just sit by herself, hugging her little stuffed bunny. But as the days went by, I saw her slowly start to relax.
She began to smile, laugh, and even talk a little. David, too, seemed happier. He helped me around the house, always asking if there was anything he could do.
Having them there made the house feel different—warmer, more alive. I hadn’t realized how empty it had felt before. It was as if David and Nicole had always been a part of my life.
In the evenings, I would read them bedtime stories. Every time, I felt tears welling up. I never thought my dream of having children would come true in such an unexpected way. But here we were, and it felt right.
On Halloween night, there was a knock at the door. Expecting trick-or-treaters, I smiled as I opened it, but instead of kids in costumes, I saw two police officers standing there.
“Can I help you, officers?” I asked, feeling my stomach drop a little.
“Your neighbor reported some strange screaming coming from your house,” one of the officers said. I followed his gaze across the street, where Catherine stood, arms crossed and a smug grin on her face. Of course, it was her.
Just then, a loud shout echoed from inside my house. I smiled sheepishly. “Oh, that. I’m showing the kids a scary movie for Halloween. You know, something fun for the night,” I explained, stepping aside. “Would you like to come in and check?”
The officers nodded and followed me inside. As we walked into the living room, one of them asked, “Are these your children?”
“Yes,” I said, the word slipping out naturally. “These are my children.”
It was the first time I had said it, but I realized it was true. In such a short time, they had become my family. I couldn’t imagine my life without them now.
The officers glanced at David and Nicole, who were sitting on the couch, eyes wide as they watched the scary movie. Every so often, they would pull the blanket over their heads, then peek out again.
The officers smiled, clearly seeing there was nothing wrong. “Have a good evening, ma’am,” they said, heading out the door.
As they walked out, I stepped onto the porch and waved at Catherine, who was still watching from across the street.
She looked furious, her face red with frustration. With a loud huff, she stomped her foot and marched back inside. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
The next morning, I did what I had been thinking about for days—I applied to adopt David and Nicole. From that point on, I never spent another holiday alone. Every day was filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of family. I finally had what I had always dreamed of: I could call myself “Mom.”
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