Elderly Couple Divorces after 53 Years of Marriage, Later Man Sees Ex-wife Dating in Cafe — Story of the Day

When 75-year-old Richard spots his ex-wife Vanessa with a man 20 years her junior, he assumes they’re dating and starts a fight. To his surprise, Vanessa reveals that the man with her is their son he never knew existed. But that’s not the only secret Vanessa has been keeping.

Richard was walking home from the grocery store when an unpleasant sight stopped him in his tracks. His ex-wife, Vanessa, was walking arm-in-arm with a man around 20 years her junior.

“Is she seeing someone else…already?”

Richard was furious. He watched them enter a café and hurried in after them. Bitterness surged into his nerves when he witnessed Vanessa and the guy holding hands and smiling over something at a window table.

He couldn’t bear seeing Vanessa moving on so soon after their divorce. So he angrily stormed to their table.

“What the hell, Vanessa?” Richard banged on the table, startling Vanessa and the guy with her. “Well, well! My 72-year-old ex-wife has found a new man to romance just a few weeks after leaving her husband! Bravo..! And how long have you been together?”

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Vanessa was so embarrassed and pleaded with Richard to stop. Simon, the man with Vanessa, rose from his seat.

“Mom…is this my Dad?” he asked.

Richard was astounded.

“What did you say?”

At this moment, Vanessa understood she couldn’t hide the truth from her ex-husband or Simon.

“Richard, please sit. I have something to tell both of you…Do you remember when we first met 54 years ago…at the bar?” Vanessa’s voice trembled as she recounted her past…

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It was the fall of September 1968. 17-year-old Vanessa and her friends were thrilled by their success at sneaking out of their homes to party at the pub.

“Van, you sure your Dad didn’t see you sneaking out of the house? I don’t want the party to turn into some church sermon!” One of the girls joked as they burst into the pub.

Vanessa’s father, Alan, was a pastor at the local church, so Vanessa had a strict upbringing. She wasn’t allowed to hang out with her friends after sunset. Sunday school was a norm. Hard drinks and late-night parties were strictly banned. And definitely no sex or drugs.

And Vanessa hated it. She loved her Dad but not his restrictions. She wanted a life full of adventure, like her friends. So that night, Vanessa had mustered the courage to sneak out after her parents fell asleep and accompanied her friends to the pub.

Rock’ n’ roll melodies played in the background as the teenagers made their way toward an empty table and immersed themselves in the glitz and glamor of nightlife. Soon, Vanessa and her friend, Carla, headed to the bar to get drinks.

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“By the way, I heard Dylan will be here tonight with his friends!” Carla said.

“It’s over between Dylan and me! Period! I don’t even want to talk about him!” Vanessa replied.

She and Dylan had recently broken up, so knowing he was going to be at the pub irked Vanessa. She sat at the bar and ordered a martini. As she chugged her drink, a handsome stranger walked up to her.

“Hey there, gorgeous!” the 21-year-old lad said, leaning closer to Vanessa. “My name is Richard. Can I buy you a drink?”

Vanessa was new to taking hard drinks, and it felt like stars were bursting around her head. When she looked at Richard, she thought he was cute and couldn’t resist his charm.

“I’d be delighted!” Vanessa smiled and locked eyes with Richard seductively. She fell for him at first sight.

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Richard and Vanessa talked as if they had known each other for ages and danced to jazz music rolling in the background.

“I’m new to this town,” Richard said as he wrapped his arms around Vanessa and pulled her closer. “Came here on business. Hey, shall we go for a drive? Maybe you could show me around?”

“Oh, I’d love to…but it’s getting late,” Vanessa said when she saw the time on her watch.

However, she immediately changed her mind when she saw how disappointed Richard was. He was too charming for her to say no, so she agreed to go with him.

That night was nothing short of magical for Vanessa. She and Richard drove across the bustling streets, laughing and chatting. They kissed passionately, and soon Vanessa found herself wrapped in Richard’s arms as she experienced her first intimate encounter. It felt like a fairy tale.

They kissed again after dressing, then Richard drove Vanessa home. Every inch of her heart wanted her to stay with him as Vanessa crept into her bedroom. She watched from her window as Richard waved goodbye and disappeared into the night.

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Vanessa decided to forget everything about that night and move on with her life until she started feeling nauseous three weeks later.

“Vanessa, what’s wrong?” Vanessa’s stepmother, Rebecca, banged on the bathroom door. “I heard everything, Vanessa. You better come out and explain why you are crying.”

Moments later, an unsettled Vanessa emerged from the restroom, holding onto her stomach and wiping her face. “I am sick…I have a terrible headache.”

“Why are you holding your stomach if it’s a headache?”

Rebecca’s cold and suspicious tone froze Vanessa. “Girl, who do you think you’re trying to fool?”

“I said I’m feeling sick,” Vanessa stuttered and ran back to the bathroom to throw up. Rebecca’s worst fears were confirmed when she saw her teen stepdaughter emptying her stomach into the toilet.

“Vanessa, tell me the truth,” Rebecca stared grimly into the girl’s eyes, “Have you been intimate with someone? Are you pregnant?”

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Vanessa burst into tears. She knew there was no escape and confided her secret to her stepmother. Rebecca’s initial shock quickly turned to outrage when she heard that Vanessa’s pregnancy resulted from a one-night stand, not a reckless moment with her boyfriend.

“God…You slept with a stranger?” Rebecca jolted Vanessa’s shoulder. “Your Dad will be so ashamed…and how long can you hide this? This child won’t grow up without a father…do you hear me?”

“Tomorrow night, I’ll take your father to a restaurant. Meanwhile, you’ll tell Dylan you want to get back together. Bring Dylan home and…” Rebecca paused as this was not how she’d normally advise her daughter “…spend the night with him. This is the only way to avoid a scandal. Abortion is completely out of the question.”

Vanessa nodded. She regretted sneaking out that night and meeting Richard at the bar. Every moment that felt magical then was now haunting.

Tricking Dylan felt wrong, but she couldn’t confess what she’d done to Dad. Vanessa spent a long, sleepless night thinking about what to do. Eventually, she made a difficult decision and approached Dylan the next day at the park. He agreed to join her for dinner.

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When Dylan arrived, Vanessa sat down with him on the sofa and put her plan into action.

“Please forgive me, darling,” Vanessa leaned closer to Dylan and placed her hand on his lap. “I made a huge mistake…being alone, I realized you’re the one…that I was wrong to break up with you. I’m sorry. I love you…like forever!”

Dylan cupped Vanessa’s face in his hands and looked into her eyes. He was over the moon when she said that.

They hugged, and the evening ended as planned when Dylan carried Vanessa to her bedroom upstairs, and they made love.

Two weeks later, Dylan joined Vanessa’s family for dinner. Afterward, he and Vanessa dropped a bombshell on her father with the news that she was pregnant.

Alan was furious with his daughter, but the thought of becoming a grandfather calmed him down. And Dylan seemed to be a good guy from a wealthy family who would do right by her. So at the end of the serious conversation, Alan put on a happy face.

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Months passed, and at only 18, Vanessa was rushed into the maternity ward when she went into labor. Hours later, Dylan wept joyful tears as he cradled his baby son in his arms and introduced him to his parents and closest relatives gathered in the maternity ward.

Two days later, the couple were preparing to go home with their son when a doctor burst into the ward and insisted on speaking with Dylan in his office.

Dylan was puzzled, but he followed the doctor to his office. Shortly afterward, he stormed back into Vanessa’s ward, where all his relatives and Vanessa’s parents had gathered to take her and the baby home.

“YOU LIAR!” Dylan burst into the room and confronted Vanessa. “THIS IS NOT MY BABY!”

Everyone gasped when Dylan revealed what the doctor just said. A weird feeling crawled up Vanessa’s gut when she realized she had a lot of explaining to do.

“Shame on you for doing this to me,” Dylan fumed. “How could you even think I would father someone else’s child? Was it your plan…or were your parents involved in the scheme too? How sick! Mom…Dad…let’s leave. I want nothing to do with her or the child anymore.”

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Vanessa begged and cried. But Dylan stormed out of the room and out of her life that day. She returned home and pleaded with her dad to forgive her, but Alan was enraged and bitterly embarrassed.

“You’re a shame to my family,” Alan yelled.

“You disgust me. I don’t even want to see you. How can I face everyone in town…and in church? What will I tell them if they ask me who the father of this child is?”

Those words hurt Vanessa like daggers. She realized she’d never regain her father’s trust and would never lead a normal life in that town since people were already gossiping about her.

“…So I made a heartrending decision. I kissed my beautiful baby one last time before placing him for adoption and leaving town,” Vanessa finished her story in tears.

“Six months later, I accidentally met you again in an art exhibition in the new city I moved to, Richard. You know everything that happened after that!”

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“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” Richard asked, shock rippling through him. “We could’ve taken Simon back and raised him. Our son was out there…and you kept it a secret all these years? How could you, Vanessa? Is this why you never wanted children?”

“I wanted to confess everything when we rekindled our relationship. I went to the shelter…” Vanessa replied disappointedly. “But it was too late. A family had already adopted him and taken him abroad. I couldn’t bring myself to have another child.”

Richard was overwhelmed by how things unfolded. “And how did you find us, Simon?”

“My dad told me I was adopted before his death,” Simon replied. “He gave me details of my biological mother. I later checked the orphanage’s records. I searched for Mom for over six months. Two days ago, I met her for the first time!”

“Well…I never thought at 75, I would teach my 53-year-old son his first lesson!” Richard said. “I hope you now know it’s better to be truthful…and give people a second chance! This applies to your mother and me as well!”

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My Kids’ Grandmom Came to Our Home, Packed the Christmas Presents She Gave Them & Took Them Away

When Rebecca’s mother-in-law, Darlene, goes home to take away her grandchildren’s Christmas presents, she’s left absolutely speechless. Later, she and her husband, Mark, learn that Darlene did this because she wanted to teach the couple a lesson… but karma intervenes, making sure that the old woman feels the same way the kids felt.

I never thought that this would be a story I’d tell. I mean, toxic in-laws are practically their own genre, but what my mother-in-law, Darlene, did this Christmas left me completely speechless.

Honestly, I’m still in shock.

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A woman looking to the side | Source: Midjourney

I’m Rebecca, a mom of three chaotic kids. There’s Caleb (7), Sadie (5), and little Mason (3). Christmas is a huge deal in our house and has been like this since I was a child. We go all out.

The tree, the decorations, and of course, the gifts. Usually, Darlene shows up with her arms full of presents for the kids, playing the part of the doting grandma for one day a year.

This time, though, Darlene really outdid herself. Caleb got the new LEGO set that he had been begging for, and Sadie’s eyes lit up over a princess castle playset. Mason, the little speed demon of the family, zoomed through the living room on an adorable ride-on toy.

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A castle made out of LEGO blocks | Source: Midjourney

She even threw in stylish clothes for all three kids.

“They need to be photo-ready, Becca,” she told me. “And this way, they all match!”

It was… impressive. I’ll admit it freely.

The kids were ecstatic. They loved being the center of attention, and they played nonstop, showing off their gifts and parading around in their new clothes.

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Three little kids | Source: Midjourney

I thought that maybe this was the year. This was the year that Darlene and I would finally hit a smooth patch in our relationship.

Spoiler alert: I was so wrong.

Two days after Christmas, the house was still glowing with holiday cheer. It wasn’t anything new—we usually kept the decorations up until a few days before New Year’s Eve. My kids were in their element, surrounded by the toys they loved.

I even sent Darlene a text, thanking her for the thoughtful presents.

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A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

Hi, Darlene! Thank you for spoiling the babies so much this Christmas. You’re appreciated!

Then, the doorbell rang.

“Mom, will you get it?” Caleb asked, dangling a bunch of grapes above Mason’s head.

“On it,” I said. “Just watch that your brother doesn’t choke on a grape, okay?”

I opened the door to find Darlene standing there, gripping three large empty bags. Her face was bright red, and she looked ready to explode.

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A little boy holding a bunch of grapes | Source: Midjourney

“Darlene, hi!” I said. “What’s going on?”

She didn’t say a word. She just marched right past me into the living room, where the kids were now playing with Sadie’s castle.

I stood frozen as she immediately began to scoop Caleb’s LEGO blocks into one of the bags. The ride-on toy was kicked to the side. And then Sadie’s castle went next.

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An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Where are the clothes I bought you?” she barked at Caleb.

“In the washing, Grandma,” he said.

“Bring it, now,” she shouted.

I was too shocked to retaliate.

Caleb ran to the bathroom and back with the clothes in his arms.

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A washing basket | Source: Midjourney

“Grandma, what are you doing?” Caleb asked, his voice trembling.

Sadie’s lip quivered as she clutched her princess doll.

“Mommy, why is Grandma taking our things?” she asked.

I didn’t have an answer. I just stood there, my mind spinning, trying to process what I was witnessing.

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An upset little girl | Source: Midjourney

But it was when Darlene picked up the ride-on toy, preventing Mason from getting onto it, that really set me off.

“Darlene, what the hell are you doing?” I demanded, finding my voice at last.

She didn’t even glance my way.

“You’ll regret what you did,” she muttered coldly, zipping the bags shut with finality.

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An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney

And then, without another word, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The kids were devastated. Caleb cried for hours, asking why Grandma was mad. Sadie sat on the floor, clutching a stuffed animal like her world had just ended. And poor Mason kept wandering around the house, looking for his toy.

“Where did the car go, Mommy?” he asked.

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An upset little boy | Source: Midjourney

I tried to comfort my children, but honestly, I didn’t know what to say. What had we done to deserve this? Why would Darlene take back the gifts she’d so generously given just a few days earlier?

When my husband, Mark, got home from work, I told him everything.

“She did what?” Mark’s face went beet red as he pulled out his phone. “Oh, hell no. This is unacceptable.”

He called her immediately. There was no answer. He texted his mother. No replies.

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t understand, Bec,” he said. “How could she be so cold to take their toys away? And their clothes, for God’s sake. I’m so confused.”

“Tell me about it,” I said. “I didn’t know how to react when she stormed around doing whatever she wanted. It was insanity. You should have seen their faces, Mark.”

Darlene had gone completely radio silent, leaving us in the dark about what had triggered this insane stunt.

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

Three days later, Mark finally got her on the phone.

I could tell from his side of the conversation that whatever she was saying was absurd. He kept rubbing his temples and muttering under his breath.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he sighed.

When he hung up, he looked at me with disbelief.

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

“You’ll never believe it,” he said.

“What? Believe what?” I asked.

“She’s mad about her Christmas gift,” he said.

“What?” I repeated.

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

“Apparently, she was expecting that expensive designer handbag she’s been hinting about all year. Instead, we got her a $250 gift card to her favorite store. It was unacceptable, according to her.”

I stared at my husband, completely lost for words.

“So, she took away the kids’ gifts because of that? What on earth is wrong with her?”

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A store gift card | Source: Midjourney

Mark nodded slowly, still processing the absurdity himself.

“Yeah, she said that we disrespected her with the gift card and gave us a few days to make it right. Since we didn’t, she took the kids’ presents to teach us a lesson.”

I was floored.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Mark,” I said.

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A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

“Nope,” he sighed again. “She took the kids’ Christmas gifts away over a damn handbag.”

We were furious, but we weren’t about to let Darlene’s tantrum ruin Christmas for our kids. That weekend, we dipped into our savings and bought replacements for the toys she took.

It wasn’t easy on our budget, but seeing the kids’ faces light up again made every penny worth it.

But Darlene?

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Three smiling children | Source: Midjourney

Karma had other plans for the old woman.

A few days later, Mark’s cousin, Abby, called with some unexpected news.

I was in the kitchen, grilling chicken and vegetables for dinner, while Mark was going through Caleb’s holiday homework.

“Did you hear what your mom did?” she asked, practically choking with laughter.

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A platter of grilled chicken and vegetables | Source: Midjourney

“Oh yeah,” Mark muttered. “We know all about her behavior. Why’s it funny to you?”

“Well, apparently, she’s been bragging to the family about how she taught you guys a lesson. But one of her friends, the one who’s super involved with that charity, found out.”

“Charity? Abby, what are you talking about?” Mark asked.

“Uh-oh,” I said, uncertain of where the conversation was going.

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A woman talking on the phone and laughing | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, so her friend was horrified at what Darlene did. The things that she took from the kids? She donated them to a charity. Dirty clothes and all! Word has spread fast, and now people are distancing themselves from her. Big time.”

Mark raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

“So, what? People are icing her out?”

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Donation boxes at a charity shelter | Source: Midjourney

“They are, but that’s not the best part!” Abby said.

“Then what is the best part?” I asked.

“Oh, Becs,” she laughed. “Lovely Aunt Darlene has been uninvited from the New Year’s Eve gala. You know, the one she brags about all year? Her favorite event of the year? Yep. All gone!”

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A man talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

Mark and I exchanged glances. Darlene loved that gala more than anything. It was the ultimate social slap in the face. And she would have probably been planning her outfit since October.

Abby cut the call, still laughing to herself.

“She’s going to be so upset,” I said, slicing a lemon.

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Lemons on a board | Source: Midjourney

“Serves her right,” my husband said. “She deserves this. She’s full of nonsense. And she donated the kids’ clothes just like that? She didn’t even wash it! What the hell, Becca?!”

“Let’s just have dinner with the kids and leave Darlene for the night,” I said.

A week later, Darlene called Mark, desperate for sympathy.

“They’ve all turned against me,” she sobbed. “I don’t understand what I did wrong!”

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An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

Mark didn’t miss a beat.

“Mom, you took all your grandkids’ Christmas presents because you didn’t get a handbag. Now you’re paying the price for being petty.”

She tried to apologize, but Mark wasn’t having it.

“If you want a relationship with my wife and children, you have a lot to make up for. And my kids are incredible. It’s your loss, Ma.”

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Three smiling children | Source: Midjourney

In the end, we spoke to our children, explaining to them that their grandmother was angry with us, not them.

“She just wanted to teach Mom and me a lesson,” Mark said. “You guys did nothing wrong.”

“Are you sure?” Sadie asked, her lower lip jutting out.

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A smiling man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Yes, I promise!” I said. “And this isn’t how we teach lessons. Dad and I will never take away something you love just to punish another person.”

“If we’re naughty, we get a timeout until we learn our lesson, right?” Caleb chimed in.

“Exactly, buddy,” Mark said. “Now, come on, let’s all get some ice cream cones.”

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Ice cream cones | Source: Midjourney

That’s how one handbag led to a family falling out, a Christmas nearly ruined, and a grandmother learning the hard way that karma never misses.

And honestly? We’re in no rush to forgive.

Trust me, Darlene’s next holiday season won’t be quite as merry and bright.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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My Son Stays Quiet as His Wife Insults Me — But He Soon Teaches Her a Lesson in Front of Guests

Kate cannot wait to spend the holidays with her son and his wife. It’s her first Christmas with the family, and Kate needs to see how she fits. But when Liz criticizes her cooking, and John chooses silence over defending his mother, will the holidays be ruined?

Cooking was always my way of showing love. From the moment I got married, I became the “one who feeds everyone.” Every family dinner, every major holiday, especially Christmas, revolved around me in the kitchen, making meals from scratch.

It wasn’t just about the food. It was about creating something special that brought us together.

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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

But when Oliver, my husband, passed away a few years ago, the joy of cooking died with him.

Now, I only cook for myself, enough to get by. But Christmas is different. Christmas is when my son, John, comes home. He’s the reason I still dust off my old recipes, roll up my sleeves, and get to work in the kitchen.

His love for my Christmas dinners has always been special to me. A kind of pride, I guess. This year, though, something was different.

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A smiling older man | Source: Midjourney

And not in a good way.

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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