My SIL Demanded That I Give Her My Baby as a Birthday Gift, but She Got Exactly What She Deserved – Story of the Day

My sister-in-law always felt entitled to whatever she wanted, but nothing prepared me for her most outrageous demand yet—she wanted me to have a baby just so she could keep it as a gift. When she refused to take no for an answer, I decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Do you think you have crazy relatives? Well, let me tell you about mine, and you might change your mind.

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Harry and I had been married for seven years, together for nearly fifteen, and we had two wonderful children, Maya and Luke.

Our little family was everything to me but when it came to our extended family, things weren’t as simple.

I realized something was off with my MIL, Charlotte, and my SIL, Candice, the very first day I met them.

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I told myself it was just nerves, that I was overthinking it. I had no idea then just how much trouble they would bring into my life.

Before our wedding, Candice proved just how self-centered she was. She threw a full-blown tantrum because I had the audacity to choose someone else as my maid of honor.

Worse yet, she claimed my dress was prettier than hers. As if my wedding was supposed to revolve around her!

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She nearly ruined the entire day, but thankfully, Grace, Harry’s grandmother, stepped in.

Grace was the only truly kind soul in that family, aside from my husband. Unfortunately, she lived too far away to rescue us often.

But just before Candice’s thirtieth birthday, something happened that made me question reality itself.

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Candice rarely visited us, and when she did, she kept her distance from the kids, always complaining that they were “too noisy” or “gave her headaches.”

But that day was different. She spent hours playing with Maya, and something about it sent a shiver down my spine. As it turned out, I had every reason to be worried.

During dinner, Candice kept glancing at me and Harry. I knew she wanted attention. I just didn’t know why.

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“I have an announcement!” Her voice rang through the dining room. “I’m going to be a mom!” she blurted out.

Harry choked on his food. He coughed and grabbed his water. I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth.

“What?” I asked.

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Harry wiped his mouth. “Who… is the father?” His brows furrowed. “You’re not even dating anyone.”

He was right. The last boyfriend, she had run off after she screamed at him for not buying her an expensive handbag.

Candice waved a hand. “That’s actually why I came over today.” She straightened in her chair. “The parents of my daughter will be you two.”

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My stomach twisted. “What?!”

She sighed like I was the crazy one. “I’m almost thirty, and I don’t have a husband.” She smiled. “The perfect birthday gift would be a daughter.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. My brain struggled to process her words.

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Harry rubbed his temples. “You want Stephanie to be your surrogate?”

Candice shook her head. “No, I want you two to have a baby for me.”

I placed my hands on the table. “So, it would be our child, and you expect us to give it to you?”

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“Not just give—give it to me for my birthday. What’s the problem?” Her tone was light, casual, like she was asking for a sweater.

I stared at her. “You seriously don’t see a problem?” My voice rose. “Harry and I aren’t having any more children. I am not having a baby just to hand it over to you.”

Candice scoffed. “Stephanie, you’ve always been so selfish.”

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Harry’s chair scraped against the floor as he sat up. “No, Candice. Stephanie is right. We’re not doing this.”

“But why? You already have two! What’s the big deal about having one more?” Her voice hit a high-pitched whine.

I clenched my fists. “I am not an incubator! A child is not an object! A child is a person!”

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“You just don’t want me to be happy! You want to be the only one with kids!” Candice shrieked.

Harry slammed his hand on the table. “Enough! Leave. Now.”

Candice’s face burned red. She stood, shaking with anger. “I’ll tell Mom about this!” She stomped to the door, threw it open, and slammed it behind her.

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I exhaled. “How did she even come up with this?”

Harry shook his head. “She’s completely lost it.”

Candice stayed quiet for a while. I hoped that meant she’d finally let it go. I should have known better.

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One afternoon, Candice showed up at our house with Charlotte by her side.

Candice’s arms overflowed with shopping bags from baby stores. My first thought was she had decided to be a good aunt and bring gifts for Maya and Luke. But the smug look on her face told me otherwise.

Charlotte walked in without waiting for an invitation. She sat on the couch and gestured for Harry and me to join her. Candice stood nearby, grinning.

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“Candice told me that you agreed to give her a baby,” Charlotte said.

“What? No, we told her we weren’t going to do that,” I said.

“Why not?” Charlotte asked.

“Because it’s insane,” Harry replied.

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“Is it really that hard? Stephanie, as a woman, you should know that the older you get, the harder it is to have children. Candice is already almost thirty,” Charlotte argued.

“I’m not going to give my child to your daughter, who has no idea what it means to be a parent,” I said firmly.

“That’s not true! I already bought everything!” Candice announced, pulling out baby clothes and dresses from her bags.

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“You do realize that a baby is not a doll you can just dress up, right? Babies cry, scream, spit up, and do a lot of unpleasant things,” Harry pointed out.

“My daughter won’t be like that. She’ll be like your Maya—I’ve never seen Maya cry,” Candice said confidently.

“That’s because you’ve never spent enough time with her,” I countered.

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“Then I’ll just bring my daughter to you when she cries,” Candice said.

“Babies cry day and night. Are you planning to bring her to me every single time?” I asked.

“Yes. What’s the problem with that?” Candice asked, genuinely confused.

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Harry buried his face in his hands.“This is impossible. Candice, you are not ready to be a mother. And asking someone to have a child for you is completely insane,” he said.

“But you’re my brother!” Candice cried.

While they argued, I noticed Charlotte had disappeared. I went looking for her and found her in our bedroom—poking holes in our condoms.

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“What are you doing?!” I shouted.

“Making everyone’s life easier,” she said calmly.

“Have you lost your mind?!” I screamed.

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“Listen, it wouldn’t be hard for you to have another baby, but it is hard for Candice. So I just decided to help a little,” she said.

“Help?!” I yelled. “You’re interfering in our personal lives!”

“Not everyone is as lucky as you, having a husband like my son. You should understand that,” Charlotte replied.

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“You’re treating me and your son like an incubator! Why can’t Candice just go to a sperm donor?!” I snapped.

“Donors are just random people. But you and Harry already have two healthy children, so Candice would know for sure that her baby would be fine,” Charlotte said.

“That would be our child! Ours!” I shouted.

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“But you’d be having it for Candice, so it would be her child,” Charlotte argued.

“Do you really think I would give my child to someone who believes you can choose a baby’s gender? Or that babies don’t cry?” I asked.

“I will help her,” Charlotte said.

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“That makes…” that makes the situation even worse, I wanted to say, but I stopped myself.

An idea formed in my mind—a way to teach both Candice and Charlotte a lesson and show everyone just how insane they were.

“You know what? If you’re going to help, then I agree,” I said.

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Charlotte beamed. “Finally! Why didn’t you just say so earlier?” she said, then went to tell Candice the “good news.”

As soon as they left, Harry turned to me in shock. “You actually agreed to this?” he asked.

“I have a plan,” I said.

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For the next nine months leading up to Candice’s birthday, I played my role well.

I smiled, touched my belly often, and acted like the happiest pregnant woman.

Every time Candice called, I assured her everything was going smoothly. I even let her ramble about nursery themes and baby names.

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It was exhausting. Keeping up the act drained me, but I had to see this through.

When the time came, I announced I would give birth in another city. Candice pouted but accepted my reasoning—I told her the “gift” had to remain a surprise until her birthday. After all, it was a present, right?

On the big day, the whole family gathered for the reveal. Even Grace had traveled to be there.

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Candice had told everyone about her “grand surprise,” building the moment up as if she had won the lottery.

Harry and I walked in when everyone was seated. I held a baby carrier, wrapped with a giant bow, cradling it carefully. Candice gasped, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Let me see her!” she squealed, trying to peek inside.

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“Not yet,” I said. “Wait for the big moment.”

Finally, Candice stood, practically glowing with excitement. “I have a very special announcement!” she declared. “Harry and Stephanie have given me the most incredible birthday gift—a baby!” Gasps filled the room. Eyes locked on us.

Candice turned, arms outstretched. “Okay, hand her over now!” I smiled and placed the carrier in her hands.

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Candice tore off the bow. She reached inside the carrier with trembling hands. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Then her face twisted in horror.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” she shrieked, pulling out a doll.

The room fell silent. All eyes were on her. Harry and I burst into laughter.

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“The only baby you’re fit to take care of,” I said, smirking.

Candice’s chest rose and fell fast. Her fingers dug into the doll’s plastic limbs. She looked at me with pure rage.

“But you were pregnant!” she screamed. “I saw your belly!”

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“Fake bellies,” I said, shrugging. “I went out of town to ‘give birth’ just to sell the illusion.”

Candice let out a sharp sob. Charlotte gasped and shot up from her seat.

“You heartless witch!” Charlotte yelled.

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“And who exactly is heartless?” I snapped. “The people who refused to give away their child? Or the ones who expected a baby like it was a wrapped-up gift?”

Candice clutched the doll to her chest. Tears streamed down her face.

“But… but I already bought so many dresses!” she whined. “Who am I supposed to dress up now?”

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“The doll works perfectly,” Harry said, still chuckling.

Candice’s hands trembled as she looked down at the toy. Her whole body shook.

Then I noticed Grace watching carefully. Her wrinkled hands rested in her lap. Her sharp eyes flicked between Candice and Charlotte.

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“Can someone explain to me what’s going on here?” she asked, her voice firm.

I turned to her. “Candice came to us a year ago demanding that we give her a baby for her birthday.”

Grace’s face twisted in confusion. “You mean… as a surrogate? Does she have health issues?”

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“No,” Harry said. “Our baby.”

Grace’s frown deepened.

“Candice is perfectly healthy,” I added. “She just doesn’t have a husband and thought we should give her a child.”

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Grace’s face turned red with fury. She pushed herself up from her seat and pointed a shaking finger at Candice and Charlotte.

“ARE YOU BOTH OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!” she roared.

Candice flinched. “W-what? What’s so wrong with it?” she stammered.

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“You’re just like your mother, Candice! I warned my son not to marry you, Charlotte, but he didn’t listen! And this is the result!” Grace spat.

“Grandma, how could you say that?!” Candice cried.

“I’m saying the truth!” Grace snapped. She took another deep breath, then fixed them both with a look of disgust.

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“I am writing you both out of my will.”

The room fell silent. Grace’s estate was worth a lot. Everyone knew it. Candice and Charlotte froze in shock.

“You’re serious?” Charlotte whispered, her voice unsteady.

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“Absolutely,” Grace said coldly. “I will not let insane people like you have any control over my wealth.”

A deep, satisfied sense of justice filled me. I watched as realization dawned on them.

“But—” Candice started.

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Grace held up a hand. “Enough. We’re leaving. I want to see my great-grandchildren—the real ones.” She turned to Harry and me. “Let’s go.”

Harry and I didn’t hesitate. We stood up and walked out, hand in hand. Behind us, Candice sobbed hysterically.

Charlotte shouted in frustration. But we didn’t care. They got exactly what they deserved.

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Deixei meu marido depois que ele me usou como cozinheira e babá para seus filhos – 15 anos depois, sua filha me fez chorar

Casei-me com um homem depois de um namoro breve, pensando que seríamos felizes. Algumas pessoas podem dizer que ele me forçar a conhecer seus filhos poucos dias depois do nosso namoro foi um sinal de alerta, mas eu não vi isso. Quando percebi que estava muito envolvida, já era tarde demais, e fui forçada a colocar meu bem-estar em primeiro lugar.

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Um casal | Fonte: Pexels

Eu, Madison, tinha 22 anos quando conheci Will, 29, um homem recém-viúvo com dois filhos, uma filha, Tamara, e um filho, Nick. Nosso romance floresceu rápido, levando-o a me apresentar seus filhos BEM cedo em nosso relacionamento.

Devo admitir que achei um pouco estranho conhecê-los nos primeiros dias após nossa apresentação. Mas ele racionalizou seu comportamento comigo insistindo que eu era “a única”, não apenas para ele, mas também para seus filhos.

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Uma mulher lendo um livro para duas crianças | Fonte: Pexels

Talvez eu fosse ingênua porque ele me conquistou, e nos casamos um ano depois. Nosso dia de casamento foi diferente porque incluiu votos especiais que fiz aos filhos dele e vice-versa. Foi um momento pungente que foi inteiramente ideia de Will.

Mas não muito tempo depois do casamento, o conto de fadas se desfez. Apesar do meu emprego de tempo integral, Will empurrou TODAS as responsabilidades de cuidar das crianças, cozinhar e cuidar da casa para mim. Ele usava qualquer desculpa para justificar seu desligamento dizendo coisas como:

“Estou exausto do trabalho, você sabe como é. Você é tão bom com eles, que faz sentido você lidar com isso.”

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Um homem preguiçoso sentado assistindo televisão com uma casa bagunçada | Fonte: Getty Images

Seu tempo livre gradualmente foi sendo consumido por videogames ou saídas à noite com amigos. Enquanto isso, eu fazia malabarismos com meu trabalho e todo o peso das responsabilidades domésticas. “Estou trazendo o dinheiro e mantendo o teto sobre as cabeças de todos”, ele argumentava quando eu mencionava minha exaustão, acrescentando:

“Eu mereço relaxar.”

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Um homem preguiçoso deitado no sofá assistindo televisão enquanto come lanches | Fonte: Getty Images

A atitude do meu marido também mudou. Ele se tornou desdenhoso e, às vezes, totalmente desrespeitoso. Infelizmente, ele passou essas características para os filhos, que começaram a imitar seu comportamento. Eles me trataram mais como uma serva do que como uma madrasta.

“Por que você sempre nos faz fazer coisas? Papai nos deixa nos divertir”, eles reclamavam, ecoando o sentimento de Will. No primeiro ano do nosso casamento, eu já tinha percebido que nossa união era um grande erro. Mas eu lutava com o que fazer, pois me sentia presa pelas minhas promessas aos meus enteados.

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Uma garota irritada respondendo a alguém | Fonte: Freepik

No entanto, depois de mais alguns anos de nosso casamento, a tensão se tornou insuportável. Pedi o divórcio e um dia, com o coração pesado, arrumei minhas coisas enquanto a casa estava vazia. Não consegui encarar minha família e decidi deixar um bilhete. Minha carta dizia:

Querido Will e crianças,

Eu tentei tudo que pude para ser a melhor esposa e mãe para vocês. Mas continuo ficando com a ponta curta do bastão. Percebi que não posso continuar em uma situação em que me sinto tão desvalorizada e usada. Sinto muito por não ter conseguido honrar as promessas que fiz a vocês para a vida.

Com amor, Madison

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Um homem chateado lendo uma carta | Fonte: Pexels

O divórcio que se seguiu foi amargo. Will tinha mudado completamente do homem por quem eu me apaixonei para um estranho raivoso e exigente. Mas eu saí com pouco mais do que eu tinha trazido para o casamento.

Fiquei aliviada por estar livre da tortura, mas com o coração partido pelas promessas quebradas para as crianças. Para ser honesta, minha vida se tornou MUITO melhor quando deixei aquele casamento. Mas mal sabia eu que minha história com os filhos de Will não tinha acabado.

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Um casal discutindo | Fonte: Getty Images

Avançando 15 anos, estou com quase 40 anos, refletindo sobre aqueles anos difíceis como se pertencessem a outra pessoa. Então, do nada, recebi uma ligação de Tamara, agora com 25 anos. Minhas mãos tremiam, me preparando para acusações ou raiva quando ela anunciasse quem era.

Mas as palavras que vieram pela linha telefônica me fizeram largar o telefone em choque enquanto eu começava a chorar! Em meio às lágrimas, Tamara afirmou: “Madison, você deixou as memórias mais lindas na minha vida e na de Nick.” Continuando emocionada, ela compartilhou:

“Você foi a principal figura materna da qual nos lembramos. Sempre prezamos o tempo que passamos com você.”

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Uma mulher emocionada falando ao telefone | Fonte: Pexels

Ouvir a confissão de Tamara foi avassalador, para dizer o mínimo. Consegui me recompor e perguntei como ela e Nick estavam desde aqueles dias. “Sentimos sua falta todos os dias”, ela admitiu.

“Demorou um pouco para entendermos por que você foi embora, mas, conforme crescemos, vimos a verdade sobre como papai era. Sempre esperamos que você estivesse bem.” Ela revelou que Will nunca conseguia manter uma mulher da idade dele por muito tempo, e as mais novas também não duravam.

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Uma mulher enxugando lágrimas durante uma ligação telefônica | Fonte: Getty Images

Ele nunca mais se casou, mas continuou namorando. Sua filha acreditava que ele esperava encontrar uma mulher que assumisse o papel de esposa e mãe solteira para eles. Logo, Tamara e eu marcamos um encontro. Vê-la e seu irmão mais novo novamente foi incrivelmente emocionante.

Ambos me agradeceram, dizendo o quanto minha presença significou durante seus anos de formação. “Você nos ensinou o que a gentileza realmente é”, disse Nick, sua voz cheia de emoção. Sentar com eles e ver os adultos que eles se tornaram me encheu de uma mistura de orgulho e arrependimento.

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Duas mulheres e um homem se unindo | Fonte: Freepik

Se eu soubesse do impacto que tive na vida deles, teria tomado a mesma decisão de ir embora? A alegria em seus rostos e o calor de suas palavras me levaram às lágrimas. No entanto, uma parte de mim se perguntava se eu tinha feito a coisa certa ao me afastar não apenas de Will, mas deles também.

Mas eu estava orgulhoso dos adultos que eles se tornaram, apesar do pai. Eu também estava feliz por ter tido alguma influência positiva em suas vidas. Enquanto escrevo isso, ainda questiono minha decisão de todos aqueles anos atrás.

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Duas mulheres e um homem se unindo | Fonte: Freepik

Deixar Will pareceu necessário para o meu bem-estar, mas o custo foi abandonar duas crianças que precisavam de mim. No entanto, vendo Tamara e Nick agora, prosperando e ainda me mantendo em tal consideração, talvez as sementes de amor e cuidado que semeei tenham se tornado mais fortes do que as ervas daninhas daquele casamento problemático.

Poderia ser que, às vezes, afastar-se é a única maneira de deixar uma influência positiva e duradoura? Caro leitor, você acha que fiz a coisa certa ao deixar Will e as crianças? O que você teria feito se estivesse no meu lugar?

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Uma mulher contemplando algo | Fonte: Getty Images

Enquanto no caso de Madison, ela iniciou o divórcio por razões válidas, na história a seguir, Tanya foi forçada a se separar do marido por causa de um caso. A parte mais difícil de tudo era que seu esposo estava saindo com alguém muito próximo dela. Mas a melhor parte era que ela não estava disposta a aceitar isso deitada!

Meu marido quer o divórcio, mas exige que continuemos morando juntos – e essa nem é a parte mais louca

Olá a todos, eu sou Tanya. Deixe-me mergulhar direto no turbilhão que passei. Então, depois de uma década com meu marido Alex, ele me atingiu com a bomba de que queria o divórcio — e cara, o motivo era incrível!

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Uma mulher confusa e angustiada | Fonte: Getty Images

Um dia, cheguei em casa e encontrei uma mulher na nossa cozinha, usando meu pijama de gato peculiar favorito, nada menos! Eu estava pronta para surtar, mas acabou sendo minha irmã, Clara. Sim, você ouviu direito. Minha irmã e meu marido  estavam tendo um caso  bem debaixo do meu nariz, e eles eram bem abertos sobre isso!

Clara, sempre a criança “angelical” da família, tinha cruzado uma linha que eu nunca imaginei que ela cruzaria. E Alex? Ele estava enrolado em seu dedo, justificando sua traição alegando que queria se concentrar em sua carreira, e absurdamente sugeriu que todos nós vivêssemos juntos após o divórcio para manter as coisas financeiramente estáveis.

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Uma mulher vestindo pijamas enquanto se olha no espelho | Fonte: Pexels

Em meio ao meu choque, uma ideia de vingança surgiu. Eu joguei junto com a ridícula sugestão de arranjo de moradia deles e até propus que renovássemos a casa para “começar do zero”. Alex, cego pelo seu caso, concordou entusiasticamente, despejando suas economias nas reformas.

Quando a casa parecia algo saído de uma revista e seu valor tinha disparado, eu soltei a bomba. Eu tinha vendido a casa secretamente e planejava ficar com os lucros! Vocês tinham que ver a cara do Alex quando eu disse que ele e Clara precisavam encontrar um novo lugar para morar porque os novos donos estavam se mudando!

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Um homem tentando confortar uma mulher chateada | Fonte: Getty Images

E através de toda essa provação, encontrei uma força que nunca soube que tinha e até mesmo um novo amor. Daniel, o charmoso e bem-sucedido corretor imobiliário que me ajudou a orquestrar meu plano, me mostrou como uma parceria de verdade poderia ser.

No final, enquanto me afastava da vida que eu conhecia, percebi que, embora a traição tenha dado início a essa história, minha resiliência e determinação escreveram o final. O engano de Clara e Alex acabou sendo o empurrão que eu precisava para começar de novo e encontrar a verdadeira felicidade. Que viagem louca tem sido!

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Um casal feliz deitado em um sofá | Fonte: Shutterstock

Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.

O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis ​​por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.

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