Author: World Wide

Halfway in, he paused and asked me, “Is your husband a painter?” I blinked, confused. But imagine my horror when he showed me tiny, faint blue stains deep inside. “They almost look like specks of paint,” Dr. Marten said, raising his brow. I tried to laugh it off. “No, no, my husband’s a software consultant. Definitely not a painter.” He gave me a strange, tight-lipped smile and continued the examination. But my mind was spinning. How did paint get there? When I left the clinic, I couldn’t shake the unease. My husband, Dorian, wasn’t artistic at all. He could barely…

I moved the table and found them. When I told her, she rushed over, looked at the earrings, and said: “Yes, they’re mine! But I’m… so embarrassed. I actually thought someone had stolen them.” I smiled politely, even though my heart sank a little. Stolen? I mean, who would steal from her? She only had a few people around — myself, her driver, and her assistant. But I brushed it off. People panic when they lose things, and their minds go wild. Her name is Vivienne. She’s one of my best clients — always generous with tips, always kind, always…

I was his only close relative, and we had our three little kids. I expected no surprises. But then the lawyer began, “His house, car and bank accounts… ALL go to Jennifer Green.” At first, I smiled, but the words properly hit me. “Wait, who is THIS?!” It felt like some kind of cruel joke. But the lawyer continued, “It’s no mistake. Your husband specifically named Jennifer Green as the beneficiary for these assets.” I felt my stomach drop. My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. “Jennifer Green? I’ve never even heard that name before. This must be…

We were at a mall. My daughter got agitated and said, “We have to leave now!” I thought she was about to get sick and told her that we’d be right out. She looked terrified and said, “NO! We have to go NOW!” We were still in the parking lot 10 minutes later, when I finally asked, “Sweetheart, what happened back there?” Mara, my 13-year-old, was shaking. Her eyes darted around like she expected someone to jump out at us. “I… I saw him, Mom.” “Who?” My stomach clenched. She whispered, “Mr. Cardenas.” The name hit me like a slap.…

My mom never liked my wife. On my wedding day, she cried: “Son, she’s not the one for you!” I said, “One day, you’ll love her too!” She nodded. 2 years later, mom passed away. I went to empty her house. I froze when I looked under her bed. She had been keeping my wife’s old diary. It was strange because my wife, Danika, always said she lost it years ago during college. I picked it up, the leather cover slightly worn, with Danika’s initials embossed on the front. My hands shook a little as I flipped through the pages.…

My husband gave me a shower gel for my birthday. We had no money problems. At least, buy me some flowers! I looked closely at the gel. He knew I hated that fragrance. I ended up crying and poured it down the toilet. My husband came home happy and asked me, “Did you like your gift?” I stared at him, my throat tight. “Why did you get me that scent? You know I don’t like lavender.” He blinked, caught off guard. “I… I thought you used to like it.” That’s when I knew something was off. For ten years, he…

Our 4-year-old son knows him, but I don’t. After a recent visit with them, my son came home acting strange. I asked what was wrong. After a bit, he told me. Turns out, this boyfriend… …told my son not to call me “Daddy” when he’s over there. At first, I couldn’t even process it. I just blinked at my little boy, sitting there with his legs dangling off the couch, nervously playing with the zipper on his jacket. “What do you mean, buddy?” I asked as gently as I could. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Mason said it makes him…

So, my husband has this female coworker he’s super close with—basically his assistant. But here’s the thing: they’re both going after the same promotion. And I’m not gonna lie… I was jealous. He spends more time with her than with me, and then he tells me he’s going on a week-long business trip WITH HER. What he didn’t tell me? They’d be sharing a hotel room. I didn’t blow up, though. I had a plan. But just a few hours after they left for the airport, he called me… in tears. “Baby,” he said, “I just wanted to say goodbye…

Today, I came back from work, and my son says, “Mom said you’re not my father and she’s leaving us.” I’m calling my wife, but she’s unavailable. I’m sitting almost in tears. Suddenly, my wife returns. It turns out… …it was all a misunderstanding. At least, that’s what she claimed. She stood at the door, looking exhausted. Her eyes were red like she had been crying too. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. I didn’t know whether to yell or hug her. “What is going on, Nira?” I asked, my voice trembling. She sighed and set…