Seth, the Young Entrepreneur with a Refreshing Twist

Seth, an ambitious and creative 11-year-old from Utah, has gained widespread attention for his unique business venture. Instead of setting up a typical lemonade stand, Seth decided to take a different approach. With a sign that read “Ice Cool Beer,” he stood near the sidewalk, catching the attention of passersby.

A Wise Business Mind at a Young Age

Seth’s innate sense of entrepreneurship and willingness to take risks have not gone unnoticed. Despite his young age, he embodies the qualities of a true business prodigy. The young entrepreneur’s determination to push himself and express his creativity has paid off, showing that success knows no age if one is willing to work hard and think outside the box.

A Misunderstanding Cleared with Laughter

Initially, Seth’s ‘beer’ stand caused concern among his neighbors, leading them to contact the police. As officers approached Seth’s booth, they soon realized that there was no cause for alarm. Despite the green wording on his sign, Seth was actually selling root beer, not alcoholic beverages.

The Brigham City Police Department was not only impressed by Seth’s marketing plan but also praised his attention to detail and ability to attract customers at such a young age. News of his unique business approach quickly spread online, garnering praise and admiration from people around the world.

A Young Entrepreneur’s Determination

When the police received a report of a suspicious person, they were met by a driven young entrepreneur named Seth. This ambitious child was determined to start his own business and was wise beyond his years. He had an idea he believed people would love, and he worked hard to build a name for himself.

The police department recognized Seth’s potential and provided him with mentorship and free promotion by sharing his story on social media. Many people who learned about Seth commended his entrepreneurial drive, with some even expressing outrage that someone had called the police in the first place.

A Lesson in Compassion and Support

The police department had a different perspective on the situation. They emphasized that residents should never feel ashamed to report something they find concerning. In an act of compassion and gratitude, they even bought Seth some root beer to show their support and appreciation for his efforts.

Seth’s story serves as an inspiration to everyone, proving that age is no barrier to success. With his creativity, determination, and the support of his local community, Seth has paved the way for young entrepreneurs everywhere.

I Got a Call from an Unknown Number and Overheard My Husband Say, ‘My Wife’s Cooking and Cleaning Toilets While I’m Here with You, My Love’

When my husband told me he had a work party to go to, I never suspected anything untoward until I received a call that made me stop in my tracks! What I heard on the other line had me grabbing my car keys to confront him and packing his things the next day!

You’d think after ten years of marriage, I’d know my husband, Brian, inside out. But last week, I learned that even a decade together can’t shield you from betrayal—or the satisfaction of watching karma deliver a perfect punch!

A serious-looking woman | Source: Midjourney

A serious-looking woman | Source: Midjourney

It started innocently enough. On a Thursday evening, Brian walked through the door humming a tune, a rare spring in his step. “Big news!” he announced. “The company’s throwing a work party tomorrow night, a team bonding thing. Strictly employees.”

He kissed my forehead and dropped his briefcase on the floor.

“It’s going to be boring, so don’t worry about coming. Just numbers talk and small talk.”

I raised an eyebrow.

A suspicious woman | Source: Midjourney

A suspicious woman | Source: Midjourney

Brian wasn’t exactly the party type. His idea of fun was watching golf on TV, but I shrugged it off.

“Fine by me,” I said, my mind already spinning through tomorrow’s tasks.

The next morning, Brian was sweeter than usual. Too sweet, if I’m honest. While I cooked breakfast, he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and murmured, “You know you’re amazing, right?”

“What’s all this?” I asked with a laugh. “Trying to earn brownie points?”

“Maybe.” He handed me his favorite white shirt, the one with the annoying button that always came loose.

A happy man holding a shirt | Source: Midjourney

A happy man holding a shirt | Source: Midjourney

“Can you iron this for me? And, oh, while I’m gone, could you make lasagna? The one with the extra cheese? You know how much I love it.”

“Anything else, Your Highness?” I teased.

“Actually, yes.” He winked while looking smug. “Could you clean and tidy up the bathrooms? You know I like the place spotless. And it wouldn’t hurt to get them spick and span just in case… guests, you know?”

I rolled my eyes but laughed along. My husband had his quirks, and for all his little diva requests, I thought he was harmless. If only I’d known…

A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

That day, I threw myself into my chores. The vacuum buzzed, the washing machine churned, and the smell of baking lasagna filled the house. My cleaning playlist kept me company, and for a while, life felt… normal.

I was so deep into my work that I didn’t even notice the day had gone by until my phone rang.

The number was unfamiliar, and for a split second, I toyed with ignoring it, not wanting to be disturbed. But I picked it up anyway. “Hello?”

At first, all I could hear was music, noise, and muffled laughter. I frowned, thinking it might be a prank. But then I heard Brian’s voice. Clear as day…

A woman frowning while on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman frowning while on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“My wife?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “She’s probably cooking and scrubbing toilets or something. She’s so predictable! Meanwhile, I’m here with you, my love.”

I then heard a woman giggling, and my stomach sank.

I froze, the phone pressed to my ear as my world tilted on its axis. Then, the line went dead. A second later, a text came through with a single address. No words, just a location. The address wasn’t familiar, but something deep inside me knew. This wasn’t a work party. This wasn’t harmless.

An upset woman staring at her phone | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman staring at her phone | Source: Midjourney

My pulse pounded as I stared at the screen. I had a moment of questioning things like was this real? Could Brian, my Brian, really be this cruel?

I didn’t cry. Not yet. Instead, I threw on a coat, furiously grabbed my keys, and drove straight to the address without thinking twice. The lasagna, which I switched off, could wait. If Brian thought I’d stay home like a clueless fool, he had another thing coming!

I knew that this could all be a prank or something else innocent, but I couldn’t risk not knowing if my husband was really cheating on me. So I had to go see for myself. The GPS led me to a sleek Airbnb on the other side of town.

An angry woman driving | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman driving | Source: Midjourney

The place screamed “luxury,” with its grand entrance, sparkling windows, and pristine landscaping. A collection of fancy cars was parked in the driveway, and inside, I could see a crowd of people laughing and drinking.

My stomach churned as I scanned the faces. Either Brian was about to get the surprise of his life, or maybe I was. We’d see in a minute. As I walked to the door, a doorman blocked my path, asking, “Can I help you, ma’am?”

A suspicious doorman | Source: Midjourney

A suspicious doorman | Source: Midjourney

Fake smiling, I replied, “Hi, yes, I just came to drop something off for my husband quickly,” I said, gesturing to the toilet brush and cleaner in the bucket I held. Confused, the doorman stared at me and then my bucket.

“Look, he’s the tall guy in the white T-shirt,” I explained.

The doorman didn’t seem convinced but figured I wasn’t harmful, so he stepped aside to let me in. Everyone turned around and stared at me, looking all disheveled from cleaning and cooking, with a bucket in hand.

And then I saw him…

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

My husband stood in the middle of the room, his arm casually draped around a young woman in a tight red dress. He looked more alive than I’d seen him in years, laughing and sipping champagne like he didn’t have a care in the world!

Every part of me wanted to rush over to him and let loose, but another part whispered, “Be smart. Don’t just react. Make it count.” Brian spotted me almost instantly. His face drained of color, and he took a step back, nearly spilling his drink!

A shocked man embracing a woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man embracing a woman | Source: Midjourney

“Emily?” he stammered, pulling away from the woman at his side. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, my voice loud enough for the room to hear. “You left something at home.”

Brian blinked, confused. I reached into the bucket and pulled out rubber gloves, a toilet brush, and a bottle of toilet cleaner I’d brought with me.

“Since you like talking about my cleaning skills, I figured you might need these to clean up this mess you’ve made of our marriage.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The woman in red took a step away from Brian, looking mortified. But I wasn’t done.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“You know,” I said, turning to the room, “Brian loves to play the doting husband at home. But as you can see, he’s more interested in playing house with whoever strokes his ego.”

“Emily,” Brian said, his voice low and desperate. “Can we go outside and talk?”

“Oh no,” I said sharply. “You didn’t care about privacy when you were mocking me behind my back. Why start now?”

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

I turned to the crowd, addressing them like an audience at a theater.

“Enjoy the party, everyone. Just remember: if he cheats with you, he’ll cheat on you!”

And with that, I dropped the bucket near his feet and walked out, my heels clicking against the marble floor. But as I reached my car, my phone buzzed again. The same unknown number.

A woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

“You deserve to know the truth,” the message read. “I’m sorry it had to be this way.”

My hands trembled as I called the number. I realized I never bothered to find out who had given me the tip and why. Was it a woman Brian cheated with who now felt spiteful? Or perhaps someone who wanted him for themselves?

Heck! For all I knew, it could’ve been the woman Brian was with, trying to put a spanner in the works so she could get him for herself.

The phone didn’t ring long before a woman answered. “Hello?”

A woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

A woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

“Who is this?” I demanded.

“My name’s Valerie,” she said after a pause. “I… used to work with Brian.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because someone had to,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I’ve been watching him lie and cheat for months. Bragging about you, laughing about how ‘easy’ it is to fool you. It made me sick.”

I swallowed hard. “How did you even get my number?”

A woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

A woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

“I left the company a month ago for greener pastures after working to secure the venue for the office party,” she admitted. “But before I quit, I saw what kind of man he is. I found your number in the emergency contact database. I know it was wrong, but you needed to know. My husband, Ted, was the same way. I left him two years ago and vowed never to stand by and see the same thing happen to another woman.”

Her words hit me like a freight train.

A shocked woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman on a call | Source: Midjourney

“I got another female colleague to attend the party and shadow Brian, at the opportune moment, she called you and let you hear him berate you before giving me back my phone. I’ve been hiding outside the venue in my car, waiting for you to arrive and confront him once and for all. You deserved the truth, Emily.”

I should’ve been angry—should’ve felt violated—but all I felt was gratitude.

“Thank you,” I whispered before hanging up. I was ready to go home and lick my wounds and felt it pointless to meet Valerie. She’d played her part, and now it was time for me to play mine.

An angry woman in her car | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman in her car | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I woke up with a clarity I hadn’t felt in years! Brian’s belongings were packed and waiting outside the door. When he came home last night, his key wouldn’t fit the lock because I put a keyhole cover we had in the house.

I don’t know and don’t care where he slept last night. His phone buzzed with a single text from me that morning: “Enjoy.”

A shocked man after looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man after looking at his phone | Source: Midjourney

And for the first time in a long time, I smiled. Not because of revenge, but because I finally took back control of my life. Divorce was the next thing on my to-do list that day, and I couldn’t wait to take him for all he’s worth!

A happy woman sitting at home | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman sitting at home | Source: Midjourney

If that story was up your alley, then you might like the next one about a wife who suspected her husband of cheating when he suddenly insisted on sleeping in the car. One night, she followed him and discovered something more disturbing than just cheating…

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.

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