I had been determined to climb up the corporate ladder all the way to the top since I started working and at age 35, I was almost there. But a chance conversation with someone important made me realize something that led me to call my lawyer as soon as possible!
I moved to the city nearly a year ago, chasing a career dream that had consumed the better part of my early 30s. The promotion felt like a pinnacle achievement, a stepping stone to becoming the president of the company’s regional branch. But it came with a cost I wasn’t entirely prepared for and nearly took more than I was willing to give.
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Mark, my husband, and Alex, our six-year-old son, stayed behind in our quiet, small hometown. My husband supported me, encouraging me to seize this opportunity as I fought to become the president of my company’s branch.
But every phone call with my husband and child reminded me of the ache I carried every day. I had vowed that our separation would only last for two years, and then we’d be inseparable forever after that.
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The holidays were the worst times of the year. This year, Alex had begged me to come home for Christmas, his small voice trembling through the receiver.
“Mom, I miss you. Can’t you come back, just for one day?”
“I wish I could, buddy,” I said, forcing a brightness into my tone. “But I’ve got so much work. We’ll celebrate big when I visit next month, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispered, but his and his father’s disappointment hit me like a punch in the chest, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I ended the call, declaring my love to them.
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After we hung up, I stared at my empty apartment, feeling the isolation settle into my bones. The cold city air seemed to seep into every corner of my life. My apartment, though modern and sleek, felt more like a gilded cage with every passing day.
If not for Eleanor, my elderly neighbor, I might’ve sunk entirely into that loneliness. Eleanor was in her seventies, always cheerful and kind. She’d often leave small treats, homemade cookies or muffins, outside my door with handwritten notes that brightened my otherwise cold days.
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Her smile alone had the capability of lifting my spirits immediately, and I leaned on the comfort she gave me. We’d chat briefly when we crossed paths in the hall, her warmth like a flicker of sunlight on dreary mornings.
She was a quiet constant in my life, a reminder that kindness could bridge even the most impersonal of cities. Eleanor wasn’t just thoughtful; she had an uncanny way of knowing exactly when to step in, and this year was no different.
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That Christmas Eve, my lovely neighbor knocked on my door, holding a small plate of peppermint bark.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart!” she said, her smile as radiant as ever. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”
I hesitated, embarrassed to admit I didn’t. “Not really,” I admitted. “Just some work to catch up on.”
Eleanor’s eyes softened.
“Work can wait, dear. Why don’t you come and have dinner with me? It’s just me and a turkey too big for one person. I’d love the company.”
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Her invitation caught me off guard. I could’ve said no, buried myself in emails and spreadsheets, but something about her sincerity tugged at me. “I’d love to,” I replied, and she clapped her hands with delight.
The next evening, I knocked on Eleanor’s door. She ushered me inside with a warmth that instantly put me at ease. Her home was pure holiday magic, cozy and festive, filled with the scent of pine, roasted chestnuts, and cinnamon. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth, and the dining table gleamed with red-and-gold decorations.
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A small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling like stars against the dark window. Eleanor’s eyes sparkled as she set the table for our feast.
“You’re just in time!” she said, bustling into the kitchen. “The turkey is ready to make its debut!”
While she worked, I wandered into her living room. My eyes were drawn to a collection of framed photographs on a shelf and some keepsakes. I was completely shocked as I perused the images!
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The Eleanor in these pictures was unrecognizable. She was young, poised, and stunningly glamorous! She stood on the cover of magazines, her name emblazoned in bold letters: Eleanor Grayson, the supermodel sensation of the 1960s.
“Eleanor?” I called as she re-entered, balancing a platter with a perfectly roasted turkey.
She followed my gaze, her expression softening with nostalgia.
“Ah,” she said, setting the turkey down. “You’ve found my little secret.”
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“You were a supermodel?” I asked, still trying to reconcile the elegant woman in the photographs with the gentle neighbor I’d grown to know.
She chuckled, sitting beside me. “I was. A lifetime ago.”
Dinner was ready, but the photos seemed to unlock a floodgate. Over plates of perfectly seasoned turkey and cranberry sauce, Eleanor began to share her story, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and regret.
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She’d grown up in a small town, just like me, but her beauty and determination had catapulted her into the glamorous world of high fashion. She moved to the city in her early twenties, leaving behind her husband, Robert, who couldn’t join her due to his work.
“We promised each other it would only be for a little while,” she said, her eyes glistening. “But life has a way of pulling you in, doesn’t it? There was always one more shoot, one more event, one more opportunity.”
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She described the highs of her career, runways in Paris, photoshoots in exotic locations, and the exhilaration of being in the spotlight! But then her voice softened when she said this…
“Robert begged me to come home,” she admitted. “But I kept putting it off. Told myself it was for us. That I’d make it up to him later.”
My mouth went dry as I noticed the similarities between our life stories. I realized that everything I thought I understood about my life was a lie.
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I noticed how her hands trembled slightly as she lifted her glass of water. She hesitated, then continued.
“When I finally decided to go back, it was too late. Robert had passed away, succumbing to a terminal illness he’d hidden from me to avoid being a burden. He didn’t want to ruin my career,” Eleanor whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“He loved me that much. But I didn’t deserve it.”
A heavy silence hung between us as we contemplated her last words…
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My chest tightened as her words struck a chord deep within me.
“I never had children,” she continued. “I thought there would be time. But some things you can’t get back.”
Her story unraveled my carefully constructed justifications for my own choices. Was I heading down the same path? Trading precious moments with my family for a career I’d convinced myself was worth the sacrifice?
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Eleanor reached across the table and squeezed my hand.
“You remind me of myself, you know,” she said, her voice tinged with a wistful sadness. “Driven, ambitious, capable of so much. But time, sweetheart, time is the one thing we can’t make more of.”
Little did I know that the next morning, I would be calling my lawyer…
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That night, I lay awake, my neighbor’s words playing on a loop in my mind. Images of Mark and Alex filled my thoughts. I could clearly see my husband’s patient smile and our son’s small hand gripping mine.
My chest ached with a longing I’d buried for months. By morning, I was still struggling with my decision and I knew I had to call my husband to talk it through. Mark was super supportive and even mentioned that a friend of his was looking for someone with my experience.
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He hadn’t mentioned it before because he didn’t want to influence my decision as I seemed happy with staying in the city. They were offering double my salary in a senior position! Mark advised that I weigh the pros and cons of both jobs and whatever I decided, “Alex and I will be here.”
After mulling everything over, I called my lawyer, determined to make things right, although I knew my boss would try to convince me otherwise.
“I need to terminate my contract,” I said, my voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath. “Effective immediately.”
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The legal process was a whirlwind. My boss, predictably, wasn’t pleased. But I felt a weight lift with every step I took to untangle myself from the commitments that had kept me away from my family.
Within days, I was on a flight home! My heart raced as I stepped into the arrivals terminal, scanning the crowd until I saw them, Mark, holding Alex’s hand, both of them beaming! I dropped my bags and ran to them, scooping Alex into my arms as tears streamed down my face!
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“Mom!” Alex cried, hugging me tightly. “You’re home!”
“I am, baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “And I’m not going anywhere!”
Mark wrapped his arms around us, his warmth anchoring me in a way I hadn’t felt in months.
“Welcome home, babe,” he said, his voice full of emotion.
At that moment, surrounded by my family, I understood the truth in Eleanor’s words. Careers can be rebuilt. Success can be redefined. But love, real, unshakable love, is a gift that can’t be replaced. And I wasn’t willing to lose it.
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Sadly, this isn’t the only story where a lawyer had to get involved. In the following story, Demi’s lawyer jumps in to save her when the legal professional discovers something suspicious about the woman’s husband and mother-in-law.
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Woman Thought Pretending to Be Someone’s Girlfriend at a Wedding Would Be Fun Until She Wished She Hadn’t — Story of the Day
Stuck in an elevator with a stranger was bad enough. But when Lena found out Dylan—a charming, suit-clad mystery man—needed a fake date for a wedding the next day, things got even weirder. A power outage, a bold proposition, and one tempting question: Would she really say yes to a total stranger?
Lena checked her watch for the third time in a minute. Late. Again.
She exhaled sharply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she strode down the boutique hotel’s hallway.
The air smelled of fresh lilies, their floral sharpness mixed with the faintest trace of citrus and polished wood.
It was the kind of scent that clung to weddings—the kind that brought memories of champagne toasts, aching feet in high heels, and teary speeches that went on too long.
A fitting reminder, considering her best friend had gotten married last week.
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Lena reached the elevator and jabbed the button, as if sheer determination could speed up the machinery.
She bounced on her heels, fingers tapping anxiously against the strap of her bag.
The soft chime of the elevator arriving barely registered in her brain before she darted inside.
Just as the doors started closing, a blur of movement caught her eye. A man lunged in after her, his shoulder bumping into hers as her suitcase wobbled dangerously.
“Sorry—” he started, a breathless chuckle in his voice. He straightened, brushing an imaginary wrinkle from his crisp suit.
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Lena barely spared him a glance. “No worries.”
And then, everything stopped.
The elevator jerked violently. The lights flickered once, twice, then steadied. The hum of movement vanished.
Lena’s stomach clenched. A thick, loaded silence filled the small space.
She pressed the button repeatedly. Nothing.
“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she muttered, pressing her palm against the cool metal doors as if she could will them open.
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Beside her, the man let out a deep sigh and leaned against the wall. “Classic. Always when you’re in a rush.”
Lena finally turned to him fully. Sharp blue eyes. Tousled blond hair. A suit that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover.
A Hallmark movie hero, if she’d ever seen one.
“I take it you have somewhere important to be?” he asked, his lips quirking in amusement.
“A dinner with a friend,” she muttered. “She got married last week. We planned this before I leave town.”
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“Ah,” he nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Funny coincidence. The wedding I’m going to is tomorrow.”
Lena blinked. “Wait. You’re—”
“Dylan.” He extended a hand, palm up, as if this was the most normal introduction in the world. “Groom’s best friend. And emergency wedding date seeker.”
Before she could even process that, the intercom crackled overhead.
“Uh, folks? Seems like we’ve got a small power outage affecting the elevators. We’re working on it. Might take a bit.”
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Lena closed her eyes briefly. “Perfect.”
Dylan chuckled. “Look on the bright side. At least we’re not alone in here.”
She shot him a look. “Right. Because being stuck with a stranger is somehow better than being stuck alone.”
He shrugged, flashing a lazy grin. “Depends on the stranger, doesn’t it?”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. The hum of hotel activity beyond the metal doors felt distant, as if they were suspended in time.
Then, out of nowhere, Dylan asked, “So, any chance you’re up for a second wedding in a week?”
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Lena turned to him slowly, brow raised. “Excuse me?”
“I need a date for the wedding.” He smirked, leaning against the wall like this was just another casual conversation.
“My ex is going to be there, and I’d rather not be the guy sitting alone at the singles table. Think of it as a fake date for a noble cause.”
Lena let out a short laugh. Was this guy serious?
“You’re really asking a total stranger to be your plus-one while we’re trapped in an elevator?”
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Dylan shrugged, completely unbothered. “So, is it a yes or a no?”
Lena never thought she’d actually go through with it.
The whole thing had sounded ridiculous—a fake date with a man she barely knew, just to help him save face at a wedding. And yet, here she was.
She smoothed her hands down the fabric of her red dress, the one she had almost left hanging in the back of her suitcase.
It wasn’t her usual style—too bold, too eye-catching, too much.
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But something about tonight made her want to be someone else, even if just for a few hours.
Dylan stood beside her, a glass of champagne in one hand, his other resting lightly on the small of her back. Steady, effortless, completely at ease. Unlike her.
She forced a polite smile as yet another guest approached, throwing curious glances her way.
Weddings were strange like that—everyone wanted to know who you were, why you were there, if your presence meant something.
Dylan, on the other hand, played the part perfectly.
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He leaned down, murmuring in her ear, “That woman in the blue dress has been trying to figure out if we’re engaged for the past ten minutes.”
Lena barely stopped herself from laughing. “Should I flash a fake ring just to mess with her?”
His eyes twinkled. “Tempting. But then I’d have to plan an even faker proposal.”
They moved through the ballroom like they had done this a hundred times before—his touch easy, his words charming, his smile like a safety net.
And then there was the dance.
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The moment his fingers laced with hers, the moment he guided her into a slow, fluid rhythm, Lena forgot for a second that this wasn’t real.
His grip was firm but gentle, the kind that told her to trust him. The warmth of his palm against her waist sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine.
This was pretend. She knew that. But something about the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—made it too easy to forget.
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As the bride and groom swayed in the center of the dance floor, Lena tilted her head up. “So, tell me,” she murmured, “what’s the deal with this ex of yours?”
Dylan took a sip of champagne, and for the first time all night, his smile flickered. Just for a second.
“Maya,” he said, rolling the name on his tongue like it was still a part of him. “We dated for a while. Things got… complicated.”
Lena raised a brow. “Complicated how?”
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He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking down to the golden liquid swirling in his glass. “She thought I wasn’t serious enough. That I didn’t have time for her.”
“And did you?”
Dylan paused, then let out a dry chuckle. “Maybe not. But I was trying.”
Before Lena could respond, someone called Dylan’s name.
She turned just in time to see her.
Maya.
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Lena didn’t need an introduction to know exactly who she was.
Tall. Poised. Beautiful in that effortless way that made other women feel like they were trying too hard.
Her presence filled the room with a quiet kind of power—like she knew she belonged anywhere she went.
And when she reached Dylan, she hugged him.
Not a casual, polite hug. Not an awkward, we-used-to-date hug.
Something in between. Something that made Lena’s chest tighten in a way it shouldn’t have.
She wasn’t supposed to care. This wasn’t real.
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And yet, it sure as hell felt like it was.
The reception was in full swing—laughter, clinking glasses, music that vibrated through the floor—but Lena barely heard any of it.
Her fingers gripped the stem of her champagne glass a little too tightly as she watched Dylan and Maya across the room.
Too close. Too familiar. Too much. Their voices were low, their expressions unreadable. Whatever they were saying, it wasn’t for her to hear.
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And yet, she couldn’t look away.
This was supposed to be a game. A favor. A night of harmless pretending. But now, her stomach twisted, and she hated the feeling.
A shadow moved beside her. “Everything okay?”
Dylan.
Lena blinked, dragging her gaze from Maya. She forced a smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “Great. You and Maya catching up?”
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Dylan’s frown was subtle but there. “Not really. She just wanted to check in.”
Check in. Right.
“Lena,” he started, voice softer now, careful. “You know this isn’t—”
“Not real?” she cut in, her heart hammering. “Yeah. I know.”
The words felt wrong.
She swallowed hard. She needed to leave before she made a fool of herself.
“Thanks for the night, Dylan,” she said, turning on her heel. “But I think I’m done playing pretend.”
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And then, she walked away.
Lena had her bag packed before the sun had fully risen. She had spent the night convincing herself that walking away was the right choice. No messy feelings. No unnecessary complications. Just a clean break.
But as she slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped into the hotel lobby, her chest felt heavier than it should. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep. Maybe it was something else.
She headed toward the café, craving caffeine and distraction, but fate had other plans.
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She turned the corner too fast, and suddenly—collision.
Hot coffee sloshed dangerously close to her dress as Dylan stumbled back, gripping his cup to stop the spill.
“Lena?” His voice was a mix of surprise and something else—something unreadable.
She cursed under her breath. Of course. Of course, she had to run into him now.
“I was just—” she started, but Dylan wasn’t buying it.
“Leaving?” His eyes locked onto hers, sharp, searching. “Without saying anything?”
Lena exhaled, torn between pride and something that felt a lot like longing. “It was just supposed to be a one-time thing, right?”
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Dylan was silent for a beat, then let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough. “That’s what I thought, too.” He hesitated, then took a step closer. “Until I realized I didn’t want it to end.”
Lena’s pulse stumbled. “What?”
“Last night,” he said, his voice softer now, steady, “I watched you walk away, and all I could think about was how much I didn’t want you to go.”
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Her heart thudded against her ribs. “Dylan—”
“I don’t care about Maya,” he cut in, his tone firm, certain. “I don’t care about anyone else. I care about you.”
Lena wanted to believe him. But doubt—fear—clawed at her. “What if this is just—”
“It’s not,” Dylan interrupted, seeing right through her hesitation. “You feel it, too. Don’t you?”
She swallowed hard.
Yes.
Yes, she did.
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So, for once, she stopped overthinking.
She stepped forward, reached up, and kissed him.
A kiss that was warm. Real. Nothing like pretending.
Dylan smiled against her lips. “Does this mean you’ll stay?”
Lena laughed softly. “Maybe. But only if you promise to stop getting us stuck in elevators.”
Dylan chuckled, his hand slipping easily around her waist. “No guarantees.”
And with that, Lena finally let herself fall.
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