Our Stepdad Gifted My Mom a Pack of Toilet Paper for Her Birthday — Our Revenge on Him Was Harsh

My stepdad always made a big deal about being the “man of the house,” but when his “special gift” for my mom’s birthday turned out to be a pack of toilet paper, I decided it was time for payback. And let’s just say someone else ended up desperately needing that present.

My stepfather, Jeff, loved reminding us he was the breadwinner of the house throughout our entire childhood. Anytime we sat down to dinner, he’d start with his usual spiel.

A man lauhing at a dinning table | Source: Midjourney

A man lauhing at a dinning table | Source: Midjourney

“You’re lucky I keep this roof over your heads,” he’d say and chortle. He also said it all the time while leaning back on his worn-out recliner. It was his favorite thing in the world.

My mom, Jane, always nodded along. She was the kind of woman who avoided conflict at any cost. She wasn’t raised in the 1950s, but her upbringing had been different from ours. Staying quiet had become almost an art form for her.

As her kids, my siblings (Chloe, Lily, and Anthony) and I could see that she desperately wanted to speak up but didn’t. Meanwhile, we surely didn’t consider him “the king of the castle” or a “real man,” which were other phrases Jeff used to describe himself.

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A woman at a dinning table | Source: Midjourney

Yes, he paid all the bills while we were growing up, and we were thankful. But that wasn’t an excuse to treat our mother like a servant and think he was better than the rest of us.

We had tried for years to get Mom to leave him to no avail.

Eventually, we all moved out of their house as we reached adulthood, but my sisters and I continued to visit Mom often. Anthony lived on the other side of the country, but he checked in every other day.

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A man on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Still, we worried about her.

I felt that our visits weren’t enough to truly know what was going on in that house. I often sat alone in my apartment and wondered if Mom would ever leave this man and if there was something he could do to finally make her snap out of her proverbial shackles.

Yes, this is where it gets good.

This year, Jeff simply went too far. For days leading up to Mom’s birthday, he wouldn’t stop bragging about the “special gift” he’d picked out for her.

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A man on a reclining chair | Source: Midjourney

“This one’s going to knock her socks off,” he said over dinner at their house, grinning like a buffoon.

I wanted to believe him. Maybe he had finally decided to treat her with the respect she deserved. But deep down, I knew better. Jeff was Jeff, and people like him never changed.

My mom’s birthday arrived, and of course, my sisters and I were there, sitting in the living room. Jeff had a twinkle in his eyes, and I knew Mom had hope in hers.

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Three sisters with presents in their hands | Source: Midjourney

After she opened our presents, my stepdad handed her a huge, beautifully wrapped package. He was smiling, and my mom’s face lit up as she carefully untied the ribbon.

“Oh, Jeff, you didn’t have to,” she said softly.

“Yes, I did. Go on. Open it,” he urged, leaning forward in his chair.

She unwrapped the box slowly, savoring the moment… until she saw what was inside— toilet paper. 12-pack. Four-ply. Jumbo rolls.

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A woman smiling with a big present | Source: Midjourney

Mom blinked in confusion.

“It’s so soft. Just like you!” Jeff declared, slapping his knee and cackling. “And look, four-ply, to represent your four kids. Perfect, right?”

Mom let out a nervous laugh, but I could see her eyes glistening. My sisters and I exchanged a look. This wasn’t just a bad joke; it was cruel.

We’d had enough. We had to do something.

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A woman looking angry | Source: Midjourney

***

Two days later, our plan began to take shape. Jeff loved two things: being the “big man” and free food. So, we invited him to a “family dinner” at the Chinese restaurant he always raved about.

Chloe, my youngest sibling, was the one who planted the idea.

“We’ll do it in his favorite place. He won’t suspect a thing,” she said, smirking.

Lily, being the eldest and most practical, raised an eyebrow. “And what happens after?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Chloe replied. “We’ll handle it.”

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

We set the date and made sure to hype it up, so Jeff wouldn’t miss it.

“Dinner’s on us this time,” Chloe told him sweetly

Jeff puffed out his chest. “Well, it’s about time someone else paid for once. I’m glad that being out of the house has finally opened your eyes to how great you fared because of me!”

We rolled our eyes internally.

The restaurant was bustling that night. Shiny red lanterns hung from the ceiling, giving the space a nice reddish glow.

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Chinese restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The food from other tables smelled delicious, and I could tell Jeff was hungry as we sat down at our table.

“When are your mom and Lily getting here?” he asked, wrinkling his nose toward the front door.

“Don’t worry. They’ll be here soon. How about we order food anyway?” I suggested, nodding towards Chloe.

She agreed and started rattling off things she wanted, things we specifically planned to order: Szechuan beef, Kung Pao chicken, and the spiciest mapo tofu on the menu.

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Chinese menu | Source: Midjourney

Jeff ordered his usual, but I knew what we had in mind would still work.

Each dish came out looking like a masterpiece of fiery reds and deep browns, garnished with fresh herbs and enough chili to make a grown man cry.

Chloe’s eyes twinkled as the waiter finished arranging everything on the table.

“Jeff, you can handle spicy, right?” she asked, pretending to be concerned.

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A woman smiling at Chinese restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Jeff stayed silent for a second, stumped, then nodded quickly. “I didn’t realize you gals wanted to share everything. Of course, I can eat anything. Nothing is ever too spicy for a real man.”

I chimed in with, “Be careful with these, though. They’re pretty hot.”

I just knew my words would make him mad.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Amelia,” Jeff scoffed and took his chopsticks to skewer a piece of beef straight into his mouth.

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A man looking serious at a Chinese restaurant | Source: Midjourney

At first, he gave out an exaggerated moan, to “prove his manliness,” but soon, his face turned redder than the lanterns above us. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he chewed and breathed through his nose.

“Everything alright?” Chloe asked, again faking worry.

“Yes, yes,” he lied through his full mouth. “This is good stuff.”

I was sure Jeff wouldn’t grab more after gulping down an entire glass of Coke, but Chloe and I began eating in earnest.

“Oh, it’s not so spicy after all,” Chloe commented, smiling sugary-sweet. She was baiting him.

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A woman smiling with chopsticks in her hand | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, grabbing more.

Not to be outdone, Jeff began to eat more. He was breathing roughly now, but when we asked if he was alright, he simply said, “This really clears the sinuses, gals.”

Still, his fingers went up and snapped at the waiter to bring him more Coke.

Chloe leaned over and whispered, “He’s going to feel that later.”

“Oh, definitely,” I whispered back, grinning conspiratorially.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

***

While Jeff was busy showing off his “macho” tolerance for heat, Mom and Lily were busy back at the house with a rented U-Haul and movers.

They worked quickly to load up Mom’s belongings, such as clothes, keepsakes, her favorite chair, and even the toaster. I told them to take the things Mom had given Jeff over the years by saving up when she could: the recliner and his specialty tools.

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A truck and workers loading boxes | Source: Midjourney

But the pièce de résistance was Chloe telling them to remove every single roll of toilet paper in the house.

***

Jeff was still red when we left the restaurant, and he was grumbling about Mom and Lily being no-shows. So I just suggested going to the house to see if anything had happened.

When we arrived, everything was ready. The truck had already left. Meanwhile, Mom and Lily were hiding in the garage.

Jeff walked in with Chloe and me right behind him. He barely made it two steps into the living room before he froze.

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A dimly lit living room | Source: Midjourney

“Where’s my recliner?” he barked, scanning the empty spot.

“Gone,” Chloe piped in casually, tilting her head. “Mom took what’s hers.”

Jeff turned to us and his face reddened again, but before he could say another word, his stomach gurgled loudly. He doubled over slightly, clutching his gut.

“Oh, man, I think that spicy food—” He paused, looking around frantically.

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A man holding his stomach | Source: Midjourney

“Is something wrong, Jeff? I hope it wasn’t the food,” I said, blinking innocently.

He stared daggers at me before bolting down the hall. Moments later, we heard the bathroom door slam.

Lily and Mom appeared out of their hiding spot right in time to hear the sound of Jeff panicking. “What the hell? Where’s all the toilet paper?!” he yelled.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“We took that along with the recliner!” I shouted, laughter bubbling up. “After all, it also belonged to Mom!”

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A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

“WHAT?” he shouted back.

It seemed like he wasn’t getting it, so Mom stepped closer to the bathroom door. “I’M LEAVING YOU, JEFF! And I took what was mine,” she exclaimed firmly. “Including my dignity.”

Jeff groaned loudly from behind the bathroom door. “You can’t just leave me like this!” he yelled.

“WATCH ME!” Mom replied, adding, “Not that you can right now, but enjoy staying in the bathroom all night!”

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A woman next to a closed door | Source: Midjourney

My sisters and I stared at each other, giggling.

Jeff groaned, and there were other unsavory sounds, which I took as our cue to leave. “Let’s go, Mom,” I said.

She nodded and walked out, thanking us.

***

The next day, Jeff tried to call her. Over and over again, he left voicemails full of fake apologies and pitiful excuses.

“Jane, come on, be reasonable! You can’t just run off like this!” he begged.

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A man using a phone | Source: Midjourney

But Mom didn’t answer or call back.

Instead, Chloe had a better idea.

On his birthday, we sent Jeff a little gift. A jumbo pack of toilet paper, wrapped just as carefully as the one he’d given Mom.

Attached was a handwritten note that read: “For a real man.”

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Rolls of toilet paper on a porch | Source: Midjourney

Mom moved in with Lily, a temporary arrangement where we all helped while she found a job. Anthony was delighted to learn about what we had done and wished he was there, too.

From what I hear, Jeff’s still complaining to anyone who’ll listen. But Mom is finally living her life without his control, and we couldn’t be prouder.

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A happy woman | 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.

Woman Turned To a Stranger for Help After Her Husband’s Betrayal, Only to Face a Bigger Surprise – Story of the Day

While navigating a difficult divorce, Ellis meets a bold young man at a bar who offers to transform her life. His charm and confidence seem like the perfect distraction, but their connection soon leads to unexpected revelations that force Ellis to confront her past — and her family — in ways she never anticipated.

Ellis remembered an evening with her husband, Mark. They had been married for almost 25 years. Their life had turned into a dull, predictable routine.

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That evening, Ellis noticed something was off. Mark looked uneasy, shifting in his seat.

“What’s wrong?” Ellis asked, watching him closely.

“Nothing, everything’s fine,” Mark said, waving her off. But Ellis knew he was lying. She had always been able to tell when he wasn’t honest. She narrowed her eyes, waiting for him to speak.

Mark sighed deeply. “Alright, we need to talk,” he said finally.

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“Why? What happened?” Ellis asked, her voice tense.

“Do you remember my business trip from a few weeks ago?” Mark asked, avoiding her gaze.

“Yes, with Donna,” Ellis said slowly.

Mark looked at the floor. “We slept together,” he admitted.

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“You what?” Ellis said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I don’t know why it happened,” Mark said. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our 25th anniversary. You’re the only woman I’ve ever been with. I guess I started wondering about things, and it all happened so fast. But, Ellis, it was a mistake. I’ve felt terrible ever since. I love you, only you.”

“How could you do this to me?” Ellis asked. She didn’t yell, but her heart felt heavy, as though it might break.

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“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll never do it again, I promise,” Mark said, his voice trembling.

“Leave,” Ellis said firmly.

“Don’t do this, please,” Mark begged.

“Go. I can’t look at you right now,” Ellis said.

Mark nodded and walked to the bedroom. Ellis sat silently, her mind racing, barely noticing when he left.

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“This is the saddest cocktail I’ve ever seen,” a voice said, pulling Ellis out of her thoughts. She blinked and looked around, realizing where she was.

She sat at the bar, staring at the divorce papers Mark had signed. They sat right in front of her.

She had filed for divorce and forced Mark to sign them. Yet, her own name remained unsigned.

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It had been weeks since she learned about Mark’s affair, but she still couldn’t move on.

Ellis turned toward the voice. She saw a young man standing nearby. He looked barely older than her daughter.

“What do you want?” she asked, frowning. “I’m not in the mood to talk.”

“My name’s Leo,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve been watching you come here night after night. You sit alone, looking miserable. Then you whine to the bartender about your marriage. It’s getting old. Pretty pathetic, honestly.”

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“If you came here to insult me, don’t bother,” Ellis snapped. “And I’ve seen you leave with a different woman every night. So tell me, who’s more pathetic? At least I know what love is.”

“Ouch,” Leo said with a laugh. “You’ve got some fight in you. I like that. Look, I’m not here to make fun of you. I’m here to offer some help. Give me a few days, and I’ll get you back in shape.”

“In shape for what?” Ellis asked, narrowing her eyes.

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“For seducing men, of course,” Leo replied.

“I’m 42,” Ellis said. “I’ve only ever been with one man.”

“Exactly,” Leo said. “That’s why I want to help. So, what do you say?” He held out his hand.

“What’s in it for you?” Ellis asked suspiciously.

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“It’s a challenge,” Leo said.

Ellis sighed. Then, reluctantly, she shook his hand. She wasn’t interested in flirting with men, but she figured a distraction might not be the worst idea.

Over the next few days, Leo dove headfirst into helping Ellis reinvent herself.

He took her shopping at trendy boutiques, insisting she try on clothes that were far from her usual style.

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Ellis initially hesitated, standing awkwardly in front of the mirror in fitted dresses and bold colors.

He didn’t stop there. Leo coached her on how to hold her head high and how to speak with conviction.

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He even pointed out men at the bar for her to approach, handing her opening lines. At first, Ellis felt ridiculous.

She stumbled over her words, her hands shaking as she introduced herself. But after a few tries, something changed.

Men smiled at her. Some even asked for her number. For the first time in years, Ellis felt seen.

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Still, one thing nagged at her. Leo’s charm with women, though effortless, felt empty.

He flirted easily, laughed at their jokes, and disappeared with a new woman every night. One evening, as they sat at the bar, Ellis broke the silence.

“Why do you do it?” she asked. “Don’t you want something real?”

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Leo avoided her gaze. “What’s the point?” he said.

“You’re scared of getting hurt,” Ellis said gently.

Leo paused before answering. “I’m not ready for anything serious,” he finally admitted. “I’ve seen what happens when people fall in love — it ruins them.”

Ellis shook her head but didn’t press him further. She knew fear when she saw it.

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One quiet evening, Ellis sat at the bar, sipping her drink, when a man approached her. His name was Ryan.

He was polite, with an easy smile, and spoke confidently.

He complimented her dress and smiled at her often. But as she sat there, Ellis felt her thoughts drifting.

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She remembered how Mark used to make her laugh until her sides hurt. She thought about how he always seemed to know what she needed, even when she didn’t.

“I need to use the restroom,” Ellis said, suddenly standing up. But instead of going back, she walked out of the restaurant, got into a cab, and went home.

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The house was silent. Family photos hung on the walls, staring back at her. Ellis saw the unsigned divorce papers on the table. She picked up her phone and texted Leo.

@Ellis:

Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in over a week

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@Leo:

I met someone

@Ellis:

Wow. But I need to talk to you

@Leo:

I can’t right now. I’m with her

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@Ellis:

I’m thinking about going back to Mark

@Leo:

I’ll be there in 20 minutes

Twenty minutes later, Ellis heard the sharp sound of a car horn outside. She stepped onto her porch and saw Leo climbing out of his car. His face was tense, and he looked frustrated.

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“You can’t go back to him!” Leo shouted as he walked toward her.

Ellis crossed her arms. “I’ve realized something. I love him. I always have. No one else comes close,” she said firmly.

“He cheated on you!” Leo yelled, his voice rising. “He betrayed you!”

Ellis stood her ground. “I know. But I think I can forgive him.”

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“You can’t forgive that!” Leo snapped, shaking his head.

“Why not?” Ellis asked. “You’ve changed. You’ve found someone. Why can’t he?”

“It’s… it’s not the same,” Leo muttered, avoiding her eyes.

“I think it is,” Ellis replied, her voice steady.

Leo paused, then threw up his hands. “Fine. Do whatever you want. I’m done,” he said sharply. Without another word, he turned and got back into his car.

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Ellis watched as he drove off, his tires kicking up dust on the quiet street.

The next morning, she woke with a heavy heart. That day marked what would have been Ellis and Mark’s 25th wedding anniversary.

She decided it was time to talk to him. Taking a deep breath, she texted Mark, asking him to come over without explaining why.

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She spent the afternoon preparing dinner, using recipes she had made on their anniversaries before.

Later that evening, the doorbell rang. Ellis opened the door to find Mark standing there, his shoulders slumped and his eyes heavy with regret.

“Hey,” Mark said softly as the door opened.

“Hi,” Ellis replied, stepping aside. “Come in.” She gestured toward the living room, her voice steady but nervous.

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Mark walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the room. “So, what did you want to talk about? Is this about the divorce? Are we making it official?” His tone was cautious, his shoulders tense.

“I didn’t sign the papers,” Ellis said, her words measured.

Mark froze. “What? Why not?”

Before Ellis could answer, the doorbell rang. She frowned, glancing at the clock. “Who could that be?” she wondered aloud.

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“Did you tell Sara about the divorce?” Mark asked, his brow furrowing.

“No, I couldn’t. Did you?” Ellis asked, meeting his gaze.

“No,” Mark said, shaking his head.

Ellis sighed. “Damn. She knows it’s our anniversary. She probably came to celebrate,” she said, walking to the door.

When Ellis opened it, she was stunned to see Sara standing there — but her daughter wasn’t alone. Standing beside her was Leo.

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“What are you doing with my daughter?!” Ellis demanded, glaring at Leo.

“Mom,” Sara said, beaming. “This is my boyfriend, Leo. I thought today would be a great time to introduce him to you.”

Ellis stared at Leo in disbelief. “No way! Do you know he’s a womanizer?!”

“He was,” Sara said, her smile fading. “But… Wait. How do you know that?”

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“I was teaching her how to flirt with men,” Leo said casually, then blinked in confusion. “Wait… how is she your mom? She’s way too young!”

“Why do you think I got married at 17?” Ellis replied dryly.

“What’s going on here?” Sara asked, her voice rising. “Why were you teaching my mom how to flirt? She’s married!”

“They’re divorcing,” Leo interjected. Then, noticing Mark, he added, “Or maybe not.”

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“What?!” Sara exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Ellis looked at her daughter, her face softening. “Because I wasn’t sure yet. And today, I invited your dad to tell him I want to get back together.”

Mark’s head jerked up. “Really?” he asked, his voice filled with cautious hope. Ellis nodded.

Leo crossed his arms. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

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Ellis raised an eyebrow. “And you don’t deserve my daughter.”

“You said I’ve changed,” Leo retorted.

“And that’s true,” Sara said, stepping forward. “Mom, we’re in love. And it was Leo’s idea to meet you.”

“I didn’t know you were her parents,” Leo said defensively.

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Ellis took a moment to process everything. The room fell silent until Mark spoke. “Are you really ready to forgive me?”

“Yes,” Ellis said. “I’ve decided it’s worth giving us another chance. If someone like Leo can fall in love, then after 25 years, we can fix things too.”

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Mark stepped forward and hugged her tightly. Ellis clung to him, tears streaming down her face. She loved him, and together they could rebuild.

“But,” Mark said, pulling back, “I still need to know how you know Leo.”

“Me too!” Sara exclaimed. They all burst into laughter, and Ellis invited them to the table. Together, they sat, letting love guide the way forward.

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