When a workaholic businessman receives devastating news about his health, he meets a young boy in the hospital who changes his outlook on life. Their bond grows through unexpected friendship and small acts of kindness, teaching him what truly matters—until a heartbreaking twist reshapes everything.
Andrew, 50, sat at his desk, shuffling through papers while juggling scheduling meetings with his partners.
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He didn’t hear Michael, his assistant, enter the room. Michael stood there, waiting. After a few moments, he cleared his throat.
No response. Andrew kept working, his focus sharp. Michael tried again. “Mr. Smith.” Still no answer. He repeated his name three more times.
Finally, Andrew slammed his hands on the desk and snapped, “What?”
Michael didn’t flinch. “You asked me to tell you if your ex-wife called.”
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Andrew groaned and rubbed his temples. “How many times do I have to tell you? Ignore her calls. What now?”
Michael held a notepad. “She left a message. I should warn you—it’s a direct quote. Her words, not mine.” He read from the note. “‘You pompous jerk, I will never forgive you for wasting so many years of my life. If you don’t give me back my painting, I’ll smash your car.’ That’s the message.”
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Andrew’s face turned red. “We’ve been divorced for two years! Does she not have anything better to do?”
Michael looked at him, waiting for further instructions. “Should I respond to her?”
“No! And stop taking her calls,” Andrew said. Then he paused. “Actually, tell her I threw that painting in the trash!”
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Andrew grabbed a pen and hurled it toward the wall. Michael ducked slightly, gave a polite nod, and left the room.
Moments later, Andrew’s phone rang. He frowned, picking it up.
“Andrew Smith?” a voice asked.
“Yes. Who’s calling?”
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“This is the hospital. Your test results are ready. The doctor wants to see you.”
“Can’t you just tell me now?” Andrew said, irritated. “I’m busy.”
“Sorry, sir. The doctor will explain in person.”
Andrew sighed heavily. “Fine. I’ll come in.” He hung up, shaking his head.
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Andrew rarely allowed himself the luxury of a lunch break, but this time was different. The doctor’s office was quiet, the ticking clock on the wall the only sound.
Andrew sat stiffly in a chair, his fingers tapping against the armrest. When the door opened, the doctor stepped in, his face serious. Andrew frowned, sensing bad news.
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The doctor sat across from him and spoke in a steady, measured tone, using terms Andrew didn’t understand.
Then came the word—cancer. “We need to act fast,” the doctor said.
“Is this some kind of joke?” Andrew asked, his voice sharp. “I own a company. I can’t just check into a hospital.”
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The doctor met his eyes. “Your health should come first. The company can wait.”
Andrew leaned forward. “What are my chances of getting better?”
“I can’t promise anything,” the doctor said. “Starting treatment right away is critical.”
Andrew’s voice rose. “Can I still work while I’m here?”
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“Treatment affects everyone differently,” the doctor explained. “You will stay in the hospital so we can monitor you. Someone can bring you a computer.”
Andrew frowned and stood up. “Fine. I’ll sort it out.”
The doctor watched him leave. “We’ll see you tomorrow with your things,” he said before Andrew reached the door.
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As Andrew walked through the hospital’s pediatric wing, he noticed a boy, about eight years old, tossing a ball back and forth with a nurse.
The sound of their laughter echoed in the corridor. The ball suddenly rolled across the floor and stopped near Andrew’s feet.
“Excuse me, sir!” the boy called out, smiling. “Can you please throw the ball back?”
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Andrew picked up the ball, his face tense. Without a word, he hurled it down the hall, far from the boy and nurse, then turned and walked away.
“That was mean, sir!” the boy shouted.
Andrew had been in the hospital for days that felt like weeks. He tried to keep working, setting up his laptop and pushing through meetings.
But the treatment was draining. Each session left him weaker. The nausea was constant, and sleep was nearly impossible.
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One afternoon, during another long chemotherapy session, Andrew leaned back, his eyes half-closed. He felt miserable.
Suddenly, a small voice broke through his fog. He opened his eyes to see a boy standing in front of him. Startled, Andrew flinched. The boy giggled. It was the same boy from the corridor.
“What do you want, kid?” Andrew mumbled, not even lifting his head.
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“I’ve been walking around the hospital looking for someone to play with. It’s boring here.”
Andrew glanced at him, annoyed. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Tommy,” the boy replied with a wide grin.
Andrew sighed. “Listen, Tommy. I’m not in the mood to play. Go bother someone else before I start feeling worse.”
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Tommy didn’t move. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small peppermint candy. He held it out to Andrew. “This helps with nausea. You should try it.”
Andrew hesitated, then snatched the candy and set it on the table.
“You’re really grumpy!” Tommy said, laughing. “I’m going to call you Mr. Grouch. Are you mad because you’re scared of needles?” He pointed at the IV attached to Andrew’s arm.
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Andrew frowned. “I’m not scared of anything.”
Tommy nodded. “That’s fine. I was scared at first too, but then I stopped. My mom says I’m a superhero. Do you have a superpower?”
“No,” Andrew said, his voice flat.
“That’s because you’re too sad,” Tommy replied, his tone serious now.
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Andrew looked at the boy, surprised by the honesty in his big, bright eyes. “Is there anything you want?” Andrew asked.
Tommy grinned. “Yeah. I want to buy flowers for my mom. She works really hard, but I don’t have any money.”
Andrew sighed again, reached for his wallet, and pulled out a few bills. “Here. Get your flowers. Maybe buy yourself something too. But leave me alone.”
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Tommy’s face lit up. “Thanks, Mr. Grouch!” He ran out, clutching the money, while Andrew stared at the peppermint candy on the table.
With a sigh, he picked it up, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth. To his surprise, the sharp sweetness helped ease the nausea. It wasn’t much, but it made a difference for a while.
That evening, as Andrew stared at his laptop, a nurse knocked on his door.
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She carried a small paper bag. “This is for you,” she said, placing it on the table. “Tommy sent it.”
Andrew opened the bag and found it full of peppermint candies. He shook his head, unsure whether to feel amused or moved.
The next morning, he decided to find Tommy. He needed to make one thing clear: the money wasn’t a gift.
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As he approached Tommy’s room, he saw a woman leaning against the wall, her shoulders shaking. She was crying.
“Are you okay?” Andrew asked, his voice low.
The woman wiped her eyes quickly and looked up. “Yes… Did you need something?”
“Tommy gave me some candies yesterday,” Andrew said.
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The woman’s lips curved into a small smile. “Oh, so you’re Mr. Grouch,” she said.
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “My name’s Andrew,” he replied.
“I’m Sara,” she said. “Are you here for treatment too?”
Andrew nodded.
“Then you understand,” Sara said quietly. “The bills, the stress. I can’t even pay rent right now. They told me we’ll be evicted in two months.”
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Andrew nodded again, unsure of what to say. Before he could respond, the door burst open. Tommy ran out, his face lighting up when he saw Andrew. “Hey, Mr. Grouch!” he called, grinning ear to ear.
From that day forward, Tommy became a constant presence in Andrew’s life.
The boy would wander into Andrew’s room with a big grin and endless energy. At first, Andrew found it annoying, but Tommy’s persistence wore him down.
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Soon, Andrew began looking forward to the visits. Tommy taught him to notice the simple joys in life.
They sat by the window, watching the sunset, guessing the colors in the sky. They played harmless pranks on nurses, earning scolding looks and stifled smiles.
Sometimes, they “borrowed” wheelchairs and raced down the halls, laughing until their sides hurt.
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Andrew didn’t ask about Tommy’s illness. He wasn’t sure how to bring it up. One afternoon, Tommy mentioned Sara had been crying again. “She’s worried about money,” Tommy said. “We might lose our house.”
Andrew quietly gave Tommy an envelope of cash. “Tell her it’s from a magician,” he said.
When Sara tried to return the money, Andrew waved her off. “I’m not a magician,” he said. “I don’t know where it came from.”
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Weeks passed. Andrew’s treatments worked, and the day came when the doctor gave him the news—he was cancer-free.
Ecstatic, Andrew rushed to share it with Tommy. But when he arrived, Tommy was unconscious, Sara sitting beside him, tears streaming down her face.
“What happened?” Andrew asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
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Sara wiped her eyes and shook her head. “The doctors said there’s nothing more they can do.”
Andrew stared at her, struggling to process the words. “But… he seemed so happy. He always smiled. I thought he was improving.”
Sara looked at him, her face full of pain. “He didn’t want you to see how sick he was. He wanted to be strong for you. He thought he was a superhero.”
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Andrew’s chest tightened. “I’m so sorry.”
Sara managed a faint smile through her tears. “Don’t be. He said you saved him. These months, you gave him laughter and hope. You made him forget about being sick.”
Andrew shook his head slowly. “No. He’s the one who saved me.”
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He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. She cried quietly against his shoulder, and though Andrew wished he could take her pain away, he knew nothing would ever truly ease it.
That night, Tommy passed away peacefully, surrounded by the love of his mother and the memories he had made.
Andrew sat alone in his room afterward, overwhelmed by the loss. Andrew couldn’t bear the thought of such a bright soul being forgotten.
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Determined, he started a foundation in Tommy’s name to help sick children, ensuring his kindness would live on.
He also stayed in touch with Sara, offering her support in every way he could.
One afternoon, Andrew stood at his ex-wife’s door, holding the painting she had demanded for so long. She opened the door, her mouth ready to hurl accusations, but Andrew silently handed her the painting.
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“I’m not here to argue,” Andrew said, his tone calm as he held out the painting.
His ex-wife frowned, puzzled. “What is this supposed to mean?” she asked.
“Nothing important,” Andrew replied, a small smile forming. “I’m just making sure I keep my superpowers.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away.
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MIL Stole My ‘Pregnancy Announcement’ and Even Dared to Name the Baby, but I Wasn’t Pregnant — The Real Mother’s Confession Wiped the Smirk off Her Face
There’s nosy, and then there’s Diane-level nosy. But when she found a pregnancy test in my bathroom and made a shocking announcement, she had no idea just how badly it would backfire.
I was halfway through my morning coffee when I heard it—the soft but unmistakable creak of the upstairs floorboards. My grip on the mug tightened.
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That wasn’t right. My mother-in-law, Diane, was supposed to be using the downstairs guest bathroom. She had no reason to be upstairs.
Frowning, I set my mug down and took the stairs, two at a time. A weird feeling crawled up my spine—part annoyance, part unease. As I rounded the corner into the master bedroom, I froze.
Diane stood in my master bathroom, staring at the counter. No, not just staring—she was fixated. My stomach twisted.
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“Diane?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “That’s… not the guest bathroom.”
She turned slowly, and for a split second, I caught her expression—somewhere between guilt and something else. Excitement? Satisfaction? I couldn’t tell. But what really sent a chill through me was the way she smirked.
She didn’t say a word. Just gave me this knowing little glance, brushed past me, and strolled out like she hadn’t just been caught trespassing in my most private space.
I hesitated, then stepped into the bathroom. My eyes followed hers—straight to the pregnancy test on the counter.
Positive.
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A cold, sinking feeling settled in my gut.
She knew.
I let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the sink.
What the hell was she doing up here? And more importantly… why did she look so damn pleased?
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Two weeks later, we were at Diane’s house for a big family BBQ, and if I had known the insanity that was about to unfold, I would’ve faked a stomach ache to stay home.
The backyard was packed—uncles manning the grill, kids splashing in the pool, even aunts gossiping in the shade. I was sipping my lemonade, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun despite the uneasy feeling curling in my gut. Diane had been acting… weird. Smug, almost. Like she had a secret she couldn’t wait to spill.
And then, right as everyone was settling down with their food, she stood, clinking her glass.
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Conversations died down. People turned toward her, waiting, glasses raised.
“To Hayden!” she declared. “To Hayden! May you have a long, healthy life, sweet baby!”
A puzzled murmur rippled through the crowd. My father-in-law frowned. “Who’s Hayden?”
Diane beamed at me, eyes shining with triumph. “Your baby, of course! Since I was the first to find out about your pregnancy, I thought it was only right that I name my first grandchild!”
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence.
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My throat went dry. I barely registered the stunned expressions around me. Ethan had turned, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something between shock and betrayal.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was low, but there was hurt laced in every syllable.
I blinked at him, completely stunned. “Because I’m not pregnant.”
The silence deepened. Then a wave of confused murmurs.
Diane’s smile faltered. “There’s no need to keep it secret, really! I saw the test!”
I stiffened. “What test?”
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“The one in your bathroom, of course,” she said, her voice still sweet but now tinged with frustration. “There was a positive pregnancy test! You won’t fool me.”
And that’s when it hit me.
Oh.
Oh, no.
I knew exactly whose test that was.
I turned slowly, my stomach twisting into knots, locking eyes with the one person who had been shifting uncomfortably since the toast.
Ethan’s sister.
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Her face was pale, her grip on her wine glass trembling slightly. And just like that, the entire BBQ exploded into chaos.
But over the noise, over the shouting and gasps, I only heard one thing—Ethan’s sister, whispering under her breath:
“Oh, my God.”
The world seemed to freeze. The laughter, the clinking of silverware, the soft hum of conversation—gone. All that remained was the weight of Megan’s words, hanging in the air ready to drop.
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Diane looked like she had just been slapped across the face. Her glass trembled in her grip. “Wh-what?” she choked out.
Megan, arms crossed over her chest, squared her shoulders. “You heard me,” she said, voice even. “It was mine. Mom, Dad! I’m pregnant.”
A sharp inhale swept through the family. Someone’s fork clattered onto their plate. My father-in-law, Thomas, blinked his jaw slack.
Diane opened and closed her mouth like a fish, but no words came out. When she finally found her voice, it was small and shaky. “Megan, sweetheart, you—you must be joking.”
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Megan let out a dry laugh. “Oh, yeah. Real funny.” Her eyes flashed. “I didn’t tell you because you said—and I quote—you’d kill me if I got pregnant before graduating.”
Gasps, then more whispers. Diane’s face drained of color. “I never said that!”
“Yes, you did, Mom.” Megan’s voice was cold, firm. “And guess what? The people who actually supported me were my brother and his wife.” She gestured toward Ethan and me. “They didn’t judge me. They didn’t threaten me. They let me breathe.”
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Diane looked around frantically as if searching for someone to back her up, but the family just stared—some shocked, some uncomfortable. My father-in-law rubbed his temples, exhaling slowly.
“Megan…” Diane’s voice wavered. “Why—why didn’t you just come to me?”
Megan let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “You really want me to answer that?”
Diane swallowed. Her perfect little family image was crumbling right before her eyes.
Megan sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Look, I wasn’t ready to tell anyone, but thanks to you, here we are.” Her glare was razor-sharp. “You were so obsessed with a pregnancy that wasn’t even real, and now that one is, you can’t handle it?”
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Diane opened her mouth, but Megan wasn’t done.
“You named my baby, Mom. You gave a speech about Hayden like you were the one carrying them.” Megan shook her head in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself?”
Diane’s lips trembled. “I—I just—”
“No,” Megan interrupted. “You just made this about you, like always.”
The silence that followed could’ve shattered glass.
Diane opened her mouth, then shut it again. She struggled to find words, but nothing came out. She looked utterly, completely lost.
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Megan, however, was just getting started. She crossed her arms, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “Oh, and about the baby’s name?”
Diane blinked rapidly, still reeling.
“Yeah,” Megan continued smoothly, glancing around at the stunned family before landing her gaze back on her mother. “I’m either naming them after my brother—” she nodded toward Ethan, “—or after my only real supporter.”
Then, to my absolute delight, she turned to me, flashing a wicked little grin. “Which means Hayden is out.”
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I couldn’t stop the slow smirk that curled on my lips as I took a deliberate sip of my drink. The lemonade was crisp, refreshing, and tasted exactly like revenge.
Diane’s expression twisted—horrified, humiliated, powerless. For once, she wasn’t in control.
Thomas let out a long sigh, rubbing his face. “Jeez,” he muttered under his breath.
Diane, desperate to claw back some dignity, finally snapped, “Well, that’s just ridiculous! Naming your child out of spite?”
Megan raised a brow. “Oh, you mean like how you tried to name my child before even knowing if they existed?”
Diane tried to explain herself but no words came out.
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Megan, satisfied, grabbed her plate and turned toward the buffet table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to actually enjoy the BBQ before Mom self-destructs.”
Ethan clapped a hand over his mouth, but I saw the way his shoulders shook with barely contained laughter.
Diane looked at me then, her eyes pleading, like I was supposed to help her. I simply raised my glass and took another slow sip.
Maybe next time, she’d learn that sticking her nose where it didn’t belong might just blow up in her face.
Diane turned red, fists clenching at her sides.
Then, through gritted teeth, she spat, “I need another drink.”
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The aftermath of that disastrous BBQ was nothing short of spectacular. Diane, humiliated beyond belief, barely spoke for the rest of the night. She sulked in the corner, sipping wine with a tight-lipped expression. The rest of the family awkwardly tried to pretend they hadn’t just witnessed the most dramatic pregnancy announcement of all time.
Megan, on the other hand, looked lighter, like an unbearable weight had finally lifted off her shoulders. Ethan and I stuck by her side for the rest of the evening, shielding her from Diane’s lingering glares.
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Over the next few weeks, Diane tried to do damage control, but it was too late—the family knew the truth. Some relatives sided with her, mumbling about “respect for parents,” but most saw through her antics.
Megan moved forward with her pregnancy on her terms, setting firm boundaries with her mother. As for me? Well, let’s just say Diane no longer snoops around my house anymore. One unexpected pregnancy scandal was enough to teach her that lesson.
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Thought this was wild? Oh, just wait. Picture this: your MIL invites you, your husband, and your kids on a family trip. Sounds nice, right? Except, at the airport, she drops a demand so insane, it could ruin everything.
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