When Alexis’ parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself.
“Alexis,” my mother said, “Robert is a catch. He’s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn’t even have to work.”
I couldn’t refuse. My father had made it clear.
“You marry Robert, Alexis,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”
In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu.
“We will continue to bake what we know,” my father insisted.
Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert’s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don’t know how my father arranged our connection.
Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert’s affluence, nothing short of extravagant. Robert’s wedding planner had thought of everything.
My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke.
“I’m looking forward to being married,” he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he added.
That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in.
Two days after our wedding, I moved into our new home.
“Come, I’ll show you around,” Robert said.
He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I’d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call.
“It’s beautiful,” I said when we got to the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”
“Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,” he declared with a hint of pride.
I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage.
“But one thing, Alexis,” he said. “There’s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.”
I nodded at Robert. I couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn’t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey.
A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home.
Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick in and out, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time.
The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband’s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert’s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war.
“How dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?”
Robert’s face turned red with rage.
“I just want to understand,” I stammered. “I just want to know you, Robert.”
Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be.
“Alexis,” he said, “Come, let’s sit.”
Robert led me to the living room.
“My father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away. These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,” he confessed.
My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke.
What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father’s approval, unfolded in our home.
In those vulnerable moments, I didn’t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn’t know how to go about it.
In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April.
Through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter.
We’ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert’s past but is now my little reading nook.
Single Mom of Four Buys Used Car, Owner Tells Her to Look In Trunk When She Gets Home
With four small children under her care, Jennifer was left a single mother after her husband, Adam, unexpectedly left when he learned she was expecting their fourth child. “One more kid to feed? Not at all! His final words as he left their trailer and filed for divorce were, “I’ve had enough!” Devastated, Jennifer found it impossible to provide for her family without Adam’s assistance, particularly given their preexisting financial struggles.
Adam ceased giving any money after the divorce, saying he was unemployed and couldn’t find work because he didn’t have a college degree. Jennifer was desperate to support her kids, and she realized she needed to get a job. While looking for work, she was consistently turned down by companies who would often point out that it was hard to hire a woman with little children. Unfazed, she continued looking for work in a nearby city, paying for a cab ride with the little cash she had while neighbors watched her kids.
When she discovered a vacancy for a housekeeping position at a nearby hotel, her perseverance paid off. She was employed right away by the HR manager, who was keen to fill roles before the hectic summer season. Jennifer went back home, thrilled to have found a job, to tell her children about her good fortune. But the daily taxi rides soon got too expensive, and she started thinking about getting a car.
Though Jennifer wasn’t sure whether she could afford it, she came across a secondhand car that appeared to be ideal for her needs. She went over to the owner, told him what had happened, and asked if he would sell the automobile for $5,000. Jeff, the owner, was moved by her narrative and agreed to the cheaper price as long as she could pay by the next day. However, because of her bad credit, Jennifer’s loan application was quickly turned down.
When Jennifer ran out of options, she made an extremely painful choice. To raise the required money, she made the decision to sell a gold chain necklace that belonged to her late mother. After she brought the necklace to a pawnshop, the value was $5500, which was sufficient to pay for the car and several other urgent necessities.
Jennifer came back to the dealership the following day with $5,000 in cash. Jeff complimented her on her purchase and grinned as he took the money. Jeff added that he had left something for her kids in the car’s trunk as she was getting ready to leave.
Before long, Jennifer’s life was consumed by work and taking care of her kids, and she forgot about Jeff’s final remarks until she found a note in the glove box. She was shocked to see the same white envelope she had used to pay for the automobile when she eventually checked the trunk, as the note had advised her to do. The whole $5,000 was there, undamaged.
Jennifer went back to the dealership to express her sincere gratitude to Jeff for his amazing gift. “The world throws challenges at you, and it’s up to you to either rise from these challenges or succumb to them,” Jeff stated with a simple smile. I think you deserve the money more than I do, and I’m proud of you for standing by your kids. Just remember to give back as well.
With tears in her eyes, Jennifer departed the dealership, knowing that Jeff’s generosity had not only reduced her financial load but also given her newfound hope in the goodness of humanity.
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