A Few Hours before Wedding, Groom Puts on Jacket and Finds a Letter from His Mother in Its Pocket — Story of the Day

Today’s story is about a man who found a note from his mother in his jacket pocket a few hours before the wedding and couldn’t stop crying when he read it.

Kale was restless as he lay on his bed. He’d been trying to sleep for an hour, but sleep seemed to have other plans. What are you doing, Kale? The man sighed and buried his face in the pillow, cursing himself. You need to sleep! What will Camilla think if she sees you groggy on your wedding day?

But after nearly an hour, Kale still hadn’t fallen asleep. He finally sat up, took out the family album from his side drawer, and began flipping through the photos, remembering the old days.

Kale received a letter from his mother on his wedding day | Photo: Shutterstock

Kale received a letter from his mother on his wedding day | Photo: Shutterstock

He was just 5 years old when his father David died in a car accident. David ran a small grocery store, and they didn’t make much money back then. The family was already struggling, and his father’s death devastated his mother, Lillian, but she never showed her pain to her son and did her best to raise him.

When he turned 18, she worked several jobs just to send him to college. The store was still there, but it wasn’t enough to provide for his education.

So the elderly lady worked multiple jobs and saved every penny she could, promising herself that she would help her son fulfill his dream of becoming a software engineer. And Kale, like a good son, did not disappoint his mother.

He worked hard and graduated magna cum laude from New York University. He also had several good offers and a handsome package by the end of his senior year of college.

However, by that time, Lilian’s health wasn’t doing well. She didn’t tell her son about it because she didn’t want him to worry. So when Kale returned to his Florida home one day, he was surprised to discover his mother almost lifeless on the bed.

Kale became a successful software engineer | Photo: Unsplash

Kale became a successful software engineer | Photo: Unsplash

He immediately called a doctor, who delivered the sad news to him that Lilian was suffering from Alzheimer’s. It was still in its early stages, but her condition was rapidly deteriorating because she didn’t take care of herself.

Kale was advised to transfer her to an old-age home where she would be cared for, but he didn’t want to do that. He tried to take care of his mother in the same way she had taken care of him and applied for a leave of absence to do so. However, nothing changed. Lilian’s condition worsened to the point where she could no longer recognize her own son.

When Kale saw his mother in that state, he became terrified and decided to move her to a nursing home. However, he didn’t want to leave her alone, so he brought her to New York and found a home for her over there.

Three years passed like that, and Lilian’s condition thankfully did not deteriorate, but she still had those moments when she forgot everything, including Kale.

Kale moved his mother to a nursing home | Photo: Unsplash

Kale moved his mother to a nursing home | Photo: Unsplash

One day, Kale took his girlfriend, Camilla, to see his mother. They had just recently started dating then and when Lilian met Camilla, her eyes welled up. More surprisingly, she recognized Kale that day. But on their next visit, it was the same story again, where Lilian declared she never had a son.

A few years later, Kale and Camilla were already engaged and they went to visit Lilian to invite her to the wedding. But the poor woman didn’t recognize them both and kept asking how they knew her.

Kale ran out of the nursing home in tears. “What do I do, Camilla? Mom doesn’t even recognize us! And the wedding is just two days away!”

“It’s okay, honey,” Camilla consoled him. “I have an idea if you want your mother to attend our wedding.”

Camilla suggested that they’d hold two weddings. One with all the guests because they’d already sent out the invitations, and the other with intimate family members later at the church close to the nursing home, in the hopes that Lilian would at least recognize them then and give her blessing.

Lilian refused to recognize Kale and Camilla | Photo: Pexels

Lilian refused to recognize Kale and Camilla | Photo: Pexels

It was already 4 in the morning and Kale couldn’t stop thinking about his mother. His wedding was just hours away so he closed the photo album, closed his eyes, and managed to force himself to sleep until the sound of the doorbell woke him.

He got up, rubbed his eyes, and slowly walked towards the door. It was seven in the morning and a delivery boy stood outside with a package from his mother’s nursing home. Kale unwrapped the present quickly and discovered a nice suit inside.

Did mom send this to me? Did she finally remember that it is my wedding day? Kale leaped to his feet in delight and dashed over to the mirror to try on the suit. However, as he was putting on the jacket, he noticed a strange bulge in his pocket. He reached into the coat pocket and found a letter inside. “Please open it before your wedding,” it read on the top. Kale recognized his mother’s handwriting and immediately opened the letter and began reading.

Kale discovered a letter in his suit pocket | Photo: Unsplash

Kale discovered a letter in his suit pocket | Photo: Unsplash

“Dear Kale,” it began. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you love, but let me warn you…Moving forward with the idea of marriage is not going to be easy for you. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you before it’s too late.”

“First of all, have a wonderful wedding, son. I came across your wedding invitation today. Thanks for leaving it with the nurse. I really want to see you get married, irrespective of whether I’ll be able to recognize you or not. The nurse here thinks it’s a miracle that I remembered you when I saw the wedding invite. I wish this miracle could last a little longer so that I could remember everything.

“But in any case, please remember that I’m always there with you. Please love your wife and take good care of her. Marriage is a sacred relationship, but it’s not a bed of roses. There’ll be ups and downs, but in a relationship, the heart for understanding each other is the most important.

“Also, keep in mind, son, that you now hold not just a wife and a beloved woman, but the most valuable treasure. So try and help her; she is a fragile woman who may appear strong from the outside, but just like everyone else, even she needs support. And please, don’t quarrel over petty things such as money. Money is not more important than love and relationships.

“Love your wife, try to understand her, and admire her. When she looks at you with love in her eyes, look at her with the same feeling. Every quarrel, like every hurtful word, has the potential to pierce the heart. Don’t let that come in between you two and destroy your family. Do not pursue other women; you have made a decision to pursue her, so don’t look back and be the man of her dreams. I hope you’d be as wonderful a husband as you are a son. With love, Mom.”

Lilian attended Kale's wedding | Photo: Shutterstock

Lilian attended Kale’s wedding | Photo: Shutterstock

Kale’s eyes welled up as he finished reading the letter. He quickly got ready and went to the nursing home to meet his mother. Unfortunately, Lilian didn’t recognize him, but he decided to bring her to the wedding as she’d desired.

He went out and bought her a lovely gown and asked the nurse to get her ready. Lilian arrived at the wedding venue in a wheelchair, completely unaware of her surroundings, but tears welled up in her eyes when she heard her son say, “I do!” Perhaps, just for a moment, she did recognize her son and his future wife.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Love and respect your parents. Kale loved his mother and never left her alone, despite her condition. All of us should try to be like that.
  • Miracles do happen. Lilian had almost forgotten about his son, but she remembered him one day and wrote him a touching letter.

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I Thought My Husband Went Jogging Every Morning – One Day, I Decided to Follow Him

Have you ever had a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right? I ignored mine for weeks. My husband, Eric, said he’d taken up jogging every morning, and I believed him. But one morning, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to follow him. What I found turned my world upside down.

My husband Eric started his morning runs about a month ago. At first, I thought it was great — he’s always working long hours at his business, and I knew he rarely had time for himself. I was actually proud of him. After all, isn’t that what we encourage our spouses to do? To take care of themselves?

A man jogging | Source: Unsplash

A man jogging | Source: Unsplash

Eric and I have been married for 14 years. We have two boys — Max, who’s 13, and little Stuart, who just turned 8. On the surface, we were a picture-perfect family. Eric owned a small but successful business, and while we were not rolling in money, we were comfortable.

I work part-time at a local boutique, and most of my free time is spent keeping the house running and wrangling the boys.

Life was good — or so I thought. But then I started noticing some… oddities.

Grayscale close-up shot of a couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

Grayscale close-up shot of a couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

For one, Max kept asking Eric if he could join him on his morning jogs. Max has always idolized his dad, and the idea of father-son bonding over a jog seemed like a no-brainer. But Eric kept shutting him down.

Not just a simple “Maybe next time, bud,” but a firm, almost snappy “NO, MAX. I WANT TO RUN ALONE.”

“I just want to spend time with you, Dad,” Max had pleaded one morning, his eyes wide and hopeful. The desperation in his voice made my heart ache.

Eric’s jaw had tensed. “Not now, Max,” he’d said.

A man frowning | Source: Midjourney

A man frowning | Source: Midjourney

I remember Max’s confused face the first time Eric said it. “Why can’t I come with you, Dad?” he’d asked.

Eric ruffled his hair and mumbled something about needing his runs to clear his head. I didn’t think much of it back then, but looking back, I wish I’d paid closer attention.

That night, I’d watched Eric carefully. He’d been distant and distracted. When I tried to touch his arm, he flinched… something he’d never done in 14 years of marriage.

A doubtful woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A doubtful woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Everything okay?” I’d asked.

He’d smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Everything’s fine.” A lie so smooth, so practiced, it sent a chill down my spine.

A few days later, I started noticing “other” things. His gym clothes — normally tossed on the floor when he got home — were oddly spotless. His running shoes, which should’ve been scuffed and worn from all the “jogging,” looked almost brand new.

“Something isn’t right,” a voice inside me screamed. “Something is very, very wrong, Anna.”

A pair of shoes | Source: Pexels

A pair of shoes | Source: Pexels

My gut whispered that something wasn’t adding up. But instead of asking Eric outright, I decided to keep an eye on him.

Little did I know how much my world was about to change.

One morning, I got up early, careful not to wake the boys. I stood by the window, watching as Eric laced up his pristine running shoes and grabbed his water bottle.

A man tying his shoelace | Source: Pexels

A man tying his shoelace | Source: Pexels

“Going for a run?” I asked casually, leaning against the doorway, my voice deliberately light.

“Yep,” he said, barely glancing at me. The coldness in his tone was unmistakable.

I gave him a small smile, even though my stomach felt like it was tied in knots. “Be safe,” I whispered. He nodded and headed out the door, not looking back.

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

I waited a few minutes before grabbing my car keys and following him. My hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. “What am I doing?” The rational part of my mind screamed. “This isn’t me. I’m not the type of woman who follows her husband.”

But something deeper and primal drove me forward.

At first, everything seemed normal. He jogged down the street, his pace steady and unremarkable. I stayed far enough behind so that he wouldn’t notice me. I was guilty but I had no choice. After two blocks, he slowed down. Then, he turned down a quiet residential street.

That’s when things got STRANGE.

A man jogging on the road | Source: Pexels

A man jogging on the road | Source: Pexels

Eric stopped in front of a modest blue house — nothing fancy, but well-kept. He glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, then pulled a key out of his pocket and let himself in.

I sat in my car, FROZEN. “What the hell?” I whispered to myself, a cold fear spreading through my veins.

After a few moments, I got out and walked quietly up to the house. I felt ridiculous, like some kind of amateur detective, but I had to know what was going on. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last.

A blue house near the road | Source: Pexels

A blue house near the road | Source: Pexels

I peeked through the window, and my stomach dropped.

There he was — my husband — wrapped around HER.

Lucy. His new secretary. The woman I’d welcomed into our home. The woman I’d trusted.

I watched in stunned silence as they kissed, laughing like two people without a care in the world. Their intimacy was casual and comfortable… like this wasn’t a new affair. This was something that had been happening for a while.

A romantic couple | Source: Unsplash

A romantic couple | Source: Unsplash

My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures of them. Betrayal burned through me like acid. Memories flashed: our wedding day, the births of our sons, and the quiet moments of shared laughter.

I wanted to scream, barge in, and demand an explanation. But I forced myself to stay calm and I stormed back to my car.

“Not yet,” I told myself. “Not yet, Anna. This isn’t the time for confrontation.”

My hands were trembling, and my face felt hot with anger. I couldn’t stop replaying what I’d seen — the way he touched her, the way he looked at her… the way they both… Oh my God.

A woman shaken to her core | Source: Midjourney

A woman shaken to her core | Source: Midjourney

“Fourteen years,” I thought. “Fourteen years reduced to this moment of betrayal.”

But I wasn’t going to fall apart. If Eric wanted to betray me, I was going to make sure he REGRETTED it… BIG TIME.

My hands shook as I pulled over and walked into a small print shop, the photos burning a hole in my phone’s gallery. The man behind the counter greeted me with a polite smile, but I barely managed to nod back.

“Can you print these?” I asked as I slid my phone across the counter.

He glanced at the images briefly, his brows rising slightly, but he didn’t say a word. He just nodded and got to work.

A woman in a shop | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a shop | Source: Midjourney

Each click of the printer felt like a bullet of revenge. My heart pounded as the images began sliding out, vivid and damning. I stared at the glossy prints, anger coursing through me like fire.

“He thinks he can do this to me? To our family?” I thought.

By the time the man handed me the stack of photos, my grip was steady, and my resolve unshakable. “Thank you,” I said curtly, tucking the prints into my bag.

Walking out of the shop, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. “This is going to hurt, Eric. And you deserve every second of it.”

I grabbed the photos I’d taken and headed straight to his office.

A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

I wasn’t subtle about it. I marched in, ignoring the startled glances from his employees, and started pinning copies of the photos to every desk. Each one had a caption scrawled in bold red letters:

“THIS IS HOW YOU CAN GET A RAISE IN THIS COMPANY!”

“Look at your perfect boss,” I muttered under my breath. “Look at the man you respect. He’s in her house right now!”

Gasps filled the room as people stared at the images, their whispers growing louder with each passing second. I saw shock, disgust, and disbelief spreading across their faces. Some looked away. Some stared, transfixed. And some started whispering things.

Stunned office workers | Source: Pexels

Stunned office workers | Source: Pexels

Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the door slamming open, and there he was — Eric, his face red with fury. “Anna, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” I said, crossing my arms. “Your employees deserve to know the kind of boss they’re working for. The kind of husband you are.”

His eyes darted to the photos, and for a moment, he looked panicked. The confident man from the blue house was gone. Now, he looked like a child caught in a lie.

But then he composed himself, his voice lowering dangerously. “We need to talk. Now.”

I smiled, tossing my car keys at him. “Oh, we absolutely do.”

A startled man in his office | Source: Midjourney

A startled man in his office | Source: Midjourney

We argued the entire ride home.

“You had no right —” Eric began, his voice desperate.

“No right? You had no right to destroy our family. What were you thinking, Eric? Did you even think about Max and Stuart?”

Tears threatened to spill, but I fought them back. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

A woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Wasn’t supposed to be like what?” I screamed. “A lying, cheating husband? A father who betrays his family?”

“No, Anna —”

“Then how was it supposed to be, Eric? You cheat on me, lie to our kids, and sneak around with your secretary, but hey, as long as you’re happy, right? You’re free to do anything you please… only because you’re a man, right?”

A man driving a car | Source: Unsplash

A man driving a car | Source: Unsplash

A flash of shame crossed his face. For a moment, I saw the man I married — the man who used to look at me like I was his whole world.

He didn’t respond. The silence was deafening.

When we got home, I grabbed my things and locked myself in the bedroom, ignoring his pleas to talk. Each knock on the door felt like another betrayal.

I wasn’t ready to listen… not yet. Not when my entire world had just shattered into a million pieces.

A man standing outside a room | Source: Midjourney

A man standing outside a room | Source: Midjourney

I refused to talk to him after that. And within the next few days, Eric’s business was in shambles.

When word of his rendezvous with his secretary became public, employees began resigning in large numbers. No one wanted to work for a man who promoted mistresses instead of merit. Each resignation was another nail in the coffin of his professional reputation.

I filed for divorce a week later. The paperwork felt like liberation — each signature a step towards healing.

Divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

Divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

When I told the boys, Max was quiet for a long time. The silence was heavy, laden with disappointment and confusion. Finally, he looked up, his eyes filled with a pain no 13-year-old should ever have to experience.

“I always thought Dad was a hero,” he said softly. “Guess I was wrong.”

Those words shattered something inside me. Not because of Eric, but because of the innocence my son had lost.

Hearing those words broke my heart, but I knew I’d done the right thing.

A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

The last time I saw Eric, he looked like a shell of himself. His business was gone, his reputation was ruined, and Lucy? She’d left him for someone with a bigger bank account.

Gone was the confident man who used to stride through life. In his place was a broken, desperate stranger.

“Anna,” he pleaded on the road. “I made a mistake. Please… can we fix this?”

The audacity. The absolute audacity of that request.

A desperate man | Source: Midjourney

A desperate man | Source: Midjourney

I stared at him for a long moment, letting his words hang in the air. Every memory of our marriage — the good and the bad — flickered through my mind like an old movie reel.

Then I smiled… a cold, empty smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You know, Eric, you were right about one thing. Jogging really does clear your head.”

And with that, I turned and walked away to my new apartment, leaving him to deal with the mess he’d made.

A woman walking away | Source: Midjourney

A woman walking away | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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