January 2026 – Page 83

Dad Walks Out After Discovering Mum’s Affair With a Work Colleague: A Shocking Family Scandal Erupts at Home

Dad left after he discovered Mum was having an affair with a colleague. The row that broke out at home

Everyone Deserves Forgiveness Upon opening her eyes, Anastasia saw the sunlight streaming through the curtains, flooding her bedroom with warmth. “I really ought to get new curtains—something heavier,” she mused, gazing at her sleeping husband. “The sun’s so bright in the summer, and it’s already here—my favourite season.” Anastasia smiled softly at Zak, who always slept so soundly, blissfully undisturbed by the sunshine. She tiptoed to the kitchen, went through her morning routine, and prepared breakfast. There was a time when breakfast in their cottage was a lively affair—her two sons, Mike and William, would mess about at the table, laughter echoing through the house, while Zak, attempting to look stern, watched them with adoration. But the boys grew up, studied, married, and started families in the city. Mike lives with his wife and daughter, Aria, in the market town, and William, his wife, and their twin boys in the region. Both work hard and visit their parents in the countryside as often as they can. Today, Anastasia is heading into town to see her loved ones—she misses little Aria so much, and Zak will drive her there. She’s just finishing breakfast when Zak appears in the doorway. “Oh, you’re up! I was just about to call you,” she grins. “I’ve been awake, just lying with my eyes closed—couldn’t resist the smell of your pancakes,” he laughs. “Go wash up and come to the table. We’re visiting Mike today,” she says, and he nods. They live in an English village—Anastasia works at the post office, delivering letters and pensions, and has done for years. Zak is a mechanic, fixing agricultural machinery. After breakfast, they prepare to visit the children. Anastasia sends Zak down to the cellar for preserves. “Grab a couple of jars of pickles and tomatoes, two jars of salad, and a couple of jams—raspberry and cherry,” she instructs as he heads down. They pack potatoes and preserves into the car and set off. “Isn’t summer just glorious, Zak?” she beams as they drive through the lush June countryside. “It’s lovely—weekends are the best, you can do just as you please,” Zak replies. After a joyful reunion with Aria and a delicious lunch prepared by their daughter-in-law Liz, they catch up on family news before the grandparents head home. “But Nan, it’s too soon to leave!” Aria pleads, desperate for more playtime. “My darling, we still need to stop at the market before it closes. Come visit on the weekend—you’ll have so much fun in the garden and by the river with Grandpa!” Anastasia promises, and Aria reluctantly agrees. At the bustling town market, Anastasia browses for a new dressing gown, a few undergarments, and picks up some socks and a T-shirt for Zak. “Nastya, I’m off to the electrical shop. I’ll meet you at the car—never did care for clothes shopping,” Zak jokes. Her errands done, Anastasia is drawn to an old accordion player between two stalls—dishevelled, grey-haired, his threadbare cap open on the ground for coins. “Spare some change, kindly folks,” he croaks, bowing. Dear God, could it be Simon? She thinks. The man life has worn down—yes, it’s him. She drops some coins into his cap and hurries back to the car, feeling neither malice nor pity. Zak sees her face and asks, “Nastya, are you alright?” “It’s nothing, just a headache…” “Let’s get you home and resting,” he says, worry in his voice. Anastasia lies down at home, but sleep doesn’t come. Memories long dormant flood back—she remembers herself at eighteen. After finishing school in the village, she first worked on a poultry farm, then the post office. At eighteen, she fell for Simon—a reckless, handsome young man just out of the army, a gifted accordionist. Simon turned many girls’ heads, stories swirled about his wild ways. Nastya tried not to look, but couldn’t help herself, listening to his every word. She adored him. But Simon seemed indifferent, playing his accordion at the club, surrounded by girls, often tipsy. Nastya saw no fault in him and dreamt of marrying him. Meanwhile, Zak—quiet, unremarkable—had loved Nastya since their schooldays. She paid him little attention, even as her friend Irene whispered, “Why bother with that Simon? Look at Zak—he loves you! Love someone who loves you.” But Nastya would not be persuaded. Finally, one night, Simon noticed her at the club. He watched her and declared, “I’ll walk you home tonight.” She agreed, though he was drunk. They spent the night together. Simon whispered, “You’re all I need—I’ll never leave you,” and Nastya believed him. But the next night, when she approached him at the club, he dismissed her. “What do you want, Nastya? I was drunk—forget it,” he said, cruelly. “But you promised—I love you!” she wept. “Never promised you anything. Leave off,” he snapped, and her world collapsed. After that, Simon avoided her, and Nastya stopped attending the club, focusing on work and home. Soon, she realised she was pregnant. Around the same time, her father died suddenly. Together, she and her mother grieved, and her pregnancy added to the hardship. To have a child without a husband was shameful. She told Simon about the pregnancy; he sneered, “Probably someone else’s—don’t pin it on me!” and walked away. Her mother was saddened but supportive, “We’ll keep the child—I’ll help you.” Later, Nastya and Irene saw Simon with Vera, an out-of-town girl. “They’re engaged and leaving,” Irene said. Nastya was devastated, grief multiplying with her heartbreak. Crying in her yard, Irene and Zak visited, trying to lift her spirits. When her pregnancy became visible, Zak spoke earnestly, “I know you don’t love me, Nastya. But let your child have a father. I’ll always be here, caring for you both. If you can’t love me, I’ll love enough for both of us.” “I don’t know, Zak… I don’t know if I’ll ever love you,” she replied. Zak and Nastya quietly married. That spring, she gave birth to Mike, with Irene as godmother. Zak kept his promise, being a loving father and husband. Though she still felt numb, she tried to forget Simon, taking comfort in Zak’s patience. Zak never reproached her, instead cherishing every day. When Mike spoke his first word—“Dad”—Zak was moved to tears. Nastya’s heart thawed as she watched her little family blossom. Soon, she was expecting again. “Zak, we’re having another baby,” she announced, and his joy was overwhelming. With baby William’s arrival, Nastya realised just how much Zak meant to her. “Zak’s the best father and husband,” she told Irene, appreciating his devotion at last. “I want to be a good wife—I owe him my happiness.” One evening, Zak came home and proposed, “Let’s have a proper church wedding, so we’ll be together always—even afterwards, up there.” He looked heavenward. “Let’s—I’ll agree to anything with you!” she exclaimed. Years passed; Zak and Anastasia shared a harmonious, loving life—her happiness ever renewed. As for Simon, he was a shadow from her past. With Zak’s help, she overcame that heartbreak, forgave Simon, and understood that everyone deserves forgiveness in the end.

Everyone Deserves Forgiveness Lucy blinked awake, noticing the sunlight seeping through the curtains

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That’s Not How a Real Man Does Things — Mum, I’ve finally made up my mind about a mortgage. We’ll live with you for a bit, rent out Nastya’s flat, pay it off quickly, and then we’ll have our own place together, — Yegor announced casually over tea. When her son said he needed to discuss “something important,” Irina had no idea what was coming. Naively, she thought it would be about wedding dates or redecorating Nastya’s flat — something trivial but pleasant. Instead, Yegor dropped this bombshell… Irina nearly dropped the knife she was using to cut the still-warm apple pie. — Well, that’s great and all, Yegor… But this wasn’t part of my plan, — she replied, flustered, looking at her son. — After all, Nastya has her own flat and you’re both well over thirty now… — That’s just it, Mum. It’s her place. Doesn’t feel right for a bloke to live at his wife’s — makes me look like some kind of freeloader. Paying rent is just throwing money away. This way, we save money, Nastya’s flat doesn’t sit empty, and, in time, we’ll have a home we both worked for. You always said a man should have his own place. Her son spoke as calmly as if he were working through a maths problem. Other people’s need for peace and privacy didn’t appear anywhere in his calculations. — Yegor… — Irina struggled to find the right words, trying not to reveal her frustration. — I said that when you were just past twenty. When I was younger and you were still single. Now, I’m the one who needs my own space. I don’t want to share my kitchen with a daughter-in-law, even a lovely one. I don’t want to queue for the bathroom, live in constant noise, row about shampoo and hairbrushes… — Mum, what are you on about? — Yegor interrupted. — We won’t get in each other’s way. We’ll be in our room. Nastya’s really quiet. You’ll probably find it more lively! — No, — Irina snapped, alarmed at the prospect. — Yegor, please understand. I want to live on my own. Independently. It’s what suits me best. After all, don’t I deserve a bit of peace in my twilight years? Yegor immediately sulked, realising his mother wasn’t open to negotiation. — I see. I thought you’d care what happens to your son. I thought you’d give a toss about my life. — Of course I care. But it’s a bit late to be thinking about all that. — It’s not like I had much choice! I did what was best for you, gave you the chance to find happiness. If you hadn’t split with Dad, I’d have a place of my own like any normal bloke, and I wouldn’t have to humiliate myself like this! — Go tell your father that! — Irina retorted, finally losing patience. An evening that had started with pleasant anticipation ended in mutual accusations and tears. Yegor blamed Irina for not giving him a roof over his head, and Irina… she just couldn’t believe it. She’d done everything she could for him. …Irina had once never worried about Yegor’s future. Her plan was simple: see her son out of their nest and sign over the second flat to him. Her straightforward scheme was ruined by Yegor’s father — who, after a few drinks at Irina’s birthday, insisted on walking her friend Ludmila home, and ended up spending the night… — Well, I am an attractive woman, what man could resist? — Ludmila only shrugged to Irina. The friend became an ex-friend, the husband an ex-husband. They split the property, and Irina was left with just one flat. She spent years blaming herself for not giving Yegor a “proper” start in life. At first, she even wanted to give Yegor half of her flat, so he’d have something, but her own mother stopped her. — Irina love, don’t rush. He’s a lad. When he’s older, he’ll sort himself out, that’s just how it goes — her mum had said. — Life throws curveballs… you know that better than anyone. Right now he’s your little boy, but you don’t know what you’ll have once he’s grown. You risk losing your son and your flat. Irina took her mothers’ advice with a pinch of salt, but eventually came round. It was tough: she felt she was robbing Yegor of what was rightfully his. Yet, if you think about it, Irina had given him more than most single mums. She paid for all his education: not uni or a big institute, but even college cost her dearly, scraping by with odd jobs. When Yegor finally graduated, Irina told him: — Son, don’t rush into living on your own. Stay with me for now. I won’t charge you for bills; just save up. Get a mortgage, so I can stop worrying about you. You may not get it now, but your own flat is a huge advantage in life. Properties never get cheaper. Yegor laughed and shook his head. — Mum, come on. I’m a grown lad. Not very ‘manly’ bringing girls to your mum’s house. Not ‘manly’… Yet it was very ‘manly’ to waste money on rent and not think about the future. Though Irina didn’t blame him. She’d accepted he’d live as he wanted. But shifting his responsibilities onto others… that was new. As were the claims he’d left home for her sake. She’d never thrown him out; quite the opposite — she’d tried to help him, even subsidising the rent. That night Irina couldn’t sleep after their quarrel. The anger faded, replaced by clarity. She didn’t want to be a free nanny, cook and therapist for a young couple. She didn’t want to become the ‘convenient mum’. But she didn’t want to completely wreck her relationship with her son either. So when, three days later, Yegor brought up the mortgage and moving in again, Irina decided to play her ace. — Does Nastya even know about your big plans? — she asked simply, rather than arguing. Irina knew full well: no bride wants to live with her mother-in-law when she already owns her own flat. Sons find it handy though — mum does shirts, breakfast, and backs him up in rows. Daughters-in-law? Not keen on sharing kitchen or husband with another woman. — Well… — Yegor hesitated. — We haven’t discussed it. But if you’re on board, I’ll work it out with her. Irina smiled knowingly. So Nastya didn’t know… That would be a ‘surprise’, then. — Son, it doesn’t work like that. Both of you come round, and we’ll talk. You’re a grown man — if this is my house, it’s my rules. We’ll discuss routines, cooking schedules, how we split the bills… Yegor frowned, but nodded. — Okay. I’ll talk to Nastya. — Definitely talk to her. And give her my regards. Tell her I’d love to see her. That evening, the topic didn’t come up again. For the first week, Irina was on edge — mentally preparing herself to ‘scare off’ her daughter-in-law with her standards for tidiness and quiet. But as time went by, the couple never raised the issue. Half a year passed. Irina visited Nastya and Yegor. Yegor was still a bit miffed; maybe he thought Irina would welcome them with open arms and even beg them to stay. But his expectations — his problem. At least he was having dinner with his mum and even joining the conversation. Irina got on splendidly with Nastya — precisely because of the distance. Today, Nastya had even baked cookies on sweetener especially for Irina’s diet. They weren’t perfect, but Irina appreciated the effort. When Yegor left to smoke, Nastya turned to chat: — You know, if it weren’t for you, none of this would exist — she sighed. — We almost split up not long ago. — Over what? — The flat, of course… Yegor tried to get your help, and you refused… Nastya briefly told her side. Apparently, Yegor had gone grumbling to her, saying his mum wouldn’t play along with their plans. Maybe he expected Nastya to comfort him, to slag off Irina together, but that didn’t happen. — Yegor, why take out a mortgage? We have a lovely flat. Let’s live here. Your mum’s right. She deserves her own life; we deserve ours, — Nastya replied. Yegor protested that it felt wrong living in his wife’s home, but when Nastya arched an eyebrow and folded her arms, he changed his tune. — Look, one day we’ll have a child, right? We can live in this flat, and the other will go to them. — It’s great planning for the future, but not at such a cost. I’d be uncomfortable, your mum would be uncomfortable — why bother? They argued for a while, repeatedly, but, in the end, Nastya always stood firm: she won’t inconvenience Yegor’s mum, nor borrow when they already have their own home. Yegor tried to insist, but ultimately backed down. He must have realised that if push came to shove, Nastya would choose divorce over moving in. — …If you’d kept quiet or tried to invite us in, I might have given in, — Nastya admitted. — Instead, we’d all be suffering for nothing. This way, knowing neither of us is happy about it… Well, honestly, I’m glad things turned out as they did. Irina agreed completely. Good thing she shifted the conflict and things unfolded as they did. Yes, Yegor chose resentment, while Irina chose her own peace. At the end of the day, everyone kept what mattered: Yegor started building his own family, Nastya kept her husband, and Irina shed her guilt and stood up for her personal space — and her right to quiet mornings.

Mum, Ive finally decided to go for a mortgage. Well stay with you, let out Emilys flat, pay everything

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My Husband Opposed My Promotion and Wanted a Stay-at-Home Wife — I Chose My Career and a Brand New Life

And have you considered wholl be ironing my shirts while youre busy running your department?

Journey to Happiness: A Fresh Start for Two Lovers Elena travelled toward her beloved, practically soaring on the wings of joy. At last, her son had finished sixth form and been accepted into university. Now, she and her husband could finally live together after years of waiting. After sending her son off to his studies, she bought a coach ticket that very day and set off to meet John. Their marriage was just two years old, but it felt as though they’d known each other for a lifetime. Their relationship hadn’t been easy. It had started slowly, endured many challenges, but fate was offering them a future together. At least, Elena was sure of it. They had met eight years ago, when Elena was just healing from the divorce from her first husband and letting no one get close. Until she met John. Even with him, she was hesitant at first. He had to work hard to convince her that he was nothing like her ex, Victor. After dating for six months, they decided to move in together. John moved into Elena’s two-bedroom flat since his own bedsit would’ve been cramped for the family. Elena’s son, Alex, ten at the time, was a good boy, but didn’t instantly bond with his stepfather. Family games helped. After three years living together, John began talking about marriage, but Elena wasn’t enthusiastic at all. She felt those papers meant nothing. Worse yet, they didn’t protect you from heartbreak, whether you were man or woman. She was happy as things were, not wanting any changes. John accepted her view at first, but realised later it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted Elena to be his wife in every sense. He finally gave her an ultimatum: either they married, or they would break up. Elena didn’t like his insistence and decided it was better to part ways. So, that’s what they did for half a year. During that time, John moved to another town where a friend offered him a well-paid job. He returned home rarely, just once every two months to visit his parents. On one of those visits, he ran into Elena again. She was strolling through the park, life seemingly wonderful. So happy and carefree – until her eyes met his. He saw in her glance exactly what he himself felt inside. She still loved him. And couldn’t hide it. They rekindled their relationship, this time at a distance. Sometimes Elena visited him, other times he came back to see her. Every meeting was carefully planned, and always full of warmth and passion. Usually, they saw each other once a month, rarely twice. John often suggested she move in with him. He had managed to buy a two-bedroom flat in his new town, even though he was still paying off the mortgage. Elena had wanted to with all her heart, but couldn’t just upend her life. Her son was a teenager and needed her attention. And her mother was ill and needed care. Elena spent almost two years helping her recover, but finally, her mother’s health improved. ‘You’ll live yet!’ the doctor said cheerfully upon discharge. Maria Ivanovna no longer held her daughter close, but Alex was now in the upper years of school. He didn’t want to change schools and pleaded with his mum to wait until he finished. She had to compromise. The summer before Alex started his final year of school, Elena and John finally married. Seeing how much joy she brought him, Elena wished she’d agreed sooner, but what use crying over the past? Now, they met not just as lovers. Their relationship might have been called a ‘weekend marriage’, if it weren’t for the hundreds of miles between them. And now, Alex had been accepted by a university. Elena was proud of her son and realised she could finally arrange her own life. She hadn’t told John she was moving in, wanting to surprise him. He suspected as much, but didn’t know exactly when. Elena packed her suitcase, boarded the coach, and set off. She wanted this day to be forever etched in his memory. She imagined herself dressed in lace lingerie, scattering rose petals over fresh sheets, preparing a delicious dinner and waiting for her love to return from work. She’d dreamed of every detail on the journey. She was sure John would be delighted by her surprise, but instead, she was the one who’d be surprised. She opened the door to his flat with her key and froze in shock. A pair of blue eyes stared straight at her – a very beautiful, very young red-haired woman. “Who are you?” Elena demanded of the stranger. “I’m Victoria. Oh, you must be Elena. Sorry, I’ll leave at once!” “What do you mean, leave? Who are you?” Elena snapped. “Please, don’t be cross. I’m your husband’s girlfriend!” “What? My husband’s girlfriend?” Elena quietly closed the door, leaving behind everything she’d believed was hers, determined to carve out a new path – alone.

The Journey Towards Joy: A New Beginning for Two LoversCharlotte was gliding, almost hovering, on the

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Loss. Richard and Emily first met during their Sixth Form years. He noticed her in the bustling hallway

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My Mother-in-Law Re-gifted My Expensive Present to Her Daughter—So Next Time, I Turned Up to Her Birthday Party Empty-Handed

Lily, just look at thisits beautiful, isnt it? gushed Grace, stroking the glossy deep cherry-red planetary

My Sister-in-Law Decided That Only We Should Spoil Her Children—And That It’s Our Responsibility, No One Else’s

My sister-in-law decided that only we should spoil her children.My wife and I have been married for almost

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Refused to Babysit My Sister-in-Law’s Grandkids on My Only Day Off—Family Called Me Selfish, So I Switched Off My Phone and Stood My Ground

Absolutely not. Dont even ask, Peter. I said no on Tuesday, repeated it on Wednesday, and now, Friday

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My Husband’s Brother Asked Me to Give Up My Study for His New Girlfriend—So I Showed Them Both the Door

My brother wants to move his new girlfriend into our flatI asked both of them to leave Well now, Alice