Leslie’s life consisted of meticulous housework and unappreciated dedication to her fiancé, Peter. When a mistaken delivery of a beautiful necklace leads to the breakup of her engagement, Leslie sets out to clear her name and find her true love.
Leslie, a middle-aged woman with a knack for organization, begins her day as usual with heavy housework. Her mornings are filled with the comforting routine she has perfected over the years.
She carefully irons shirts, smoothing out every wrinkle with precision. She hangs them in the correct order, ensuring the colors are sorted just right. She holds a list of tasks and recommendations she wrote for herself in her left hand.
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Since childhood, Leslie has loved making lists. They helped her with homework, cleaning the house, and even organizing parties for friends.
This innocent habit has turned into a constant life hack for her, making her daily routine more manageable and satisfying.
After ironing, it’s time for cleaning. Leslie glances at her list and starts dusting it. She turns mundane chores into a game, finding joy in completing tasks in order and making them more enjoyable with each checkmark on the list.
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She hums a little tune as she dusts, vacuums, and tidies up the living room, transforming her chores into a pleasant activity.
Finally, Leslie’s favorite part of the day arrives: cooking. She joyfully finds one of her lists with a lasagna recipe, Peter’s favorite dish. She loves cooking for Peter, even though he rarely shows appreciation.
She starts by preparing the ingredients, humming a familiar tune. The smell of tomatoes, garlic, and cheese fills the kitchen, making her smile.
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Everything is almost ready when she suddenly hears the doorbell. “So early?” Leslie thinks to herself, checking the clock, as Peter usually comes home later. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, Leslie runs to the door and, opening it, sees a courier.
“This is Apartment 4421, right?” the courier asks hurriedly.
“Yes, yes, that’s correct. Who is it from?” Leslie inquires, curious about the unexpected delivery.
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“It’s not specified, miss…” the courier replies, glancing at his clipboard.
“Still Miss, but that will change soon,” Leslie adds with a small smile.
“Great…” the courier responds without much enthusiasm, handing over the package. As soon as Leslie takes it, he waves and quickly heads back to his car.
“Have a good evening, miss,” he calls out as he leaves.
Returning inside, Leslie opens the package and is shocked by what she sees.
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It’s a necklace with multicolored gemstones. She had never seen anything like it. “Peter? Could it really be my Peter?” Leslie thinks to herself.
Who else could it be if not her future husband? But this was so unlike him. Even the ring he gave Leslie was made of simple, cheap metal with a small stone. He never gave anything like this, and even giving flowers was a special occasion for him.
Finally, Leslie smiles broadly, puts on the necklace, and admires it in the mirror.
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She feels a rush of excitement and joy, something she hasn’t felt in a long time. However, her joy is short-lived. Suddenly, she smells something burning. “Darn! The lasagna!”
She rushes to save dinner but it’s too late; the food is burnt. She stares at the charred lasagna, feeling a pang of disappointment, but then glances at the necklace around her neck, and her smile returns, if only slightly.
The doorbell rings again, and this time it’s definitely Peter. Leslie rushes to the door, her heart pounding a bit faster. As soon as the door opens, Peter, a tall, stern man in a suit, steps inside.
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His face, set in a permanent scowl, immediately conveys his intolerance for mistakes. He coldly walks past his wife, handing her his jacket without a word of greeting.
“I’m home…” he mutters, his tone devoid of warmth.
“Welcome, dear! How was your day?” Leslie asks, trying to sound cheerful.
Leslie carefully hangs the jacket and follows Peter into the living room. She notices the tension in his shoulders and the hard line of his mouth.
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“As usual…” Peter replies gruffly. He suddenly stops, sniffing the air. “Wait, what’s that smell?”
Leslie feels a pang of anxiety. “Sorry, dear, I got distracted and…”
“The food, you burned the food!” Peter interrupts, his voice rising with anger. “How many times! I work all day like a horse, and at home, I find charcoal instead of dinner!”
“I got distracted by a gift, sorry…” Leslie tries to explain, her voice trembling.
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Peter, in a rage, turns and sees the necklace on Leslie’s neck. His eyes narrow, and he points at it aggressively as he approaches her.
“Where did you get that!?”
Leslie takes a step back, feeling the intensity of his anger. “What do you mean where, didn’t you give it to me?” she stammers, confused.
“Liar! I knew you had someone else. How foolish I’ve been! How long has this been going on?” Peter’s face contorts with fury.
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“Dear, you misunderstood. It must be a mistake. I’ll return the necklace immediately,” Leslie pleads, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Return it to whom!? Your lover? I can’t believe I wanted to build a family with someone like you,” Peter snarls. He takes off his ring and throws it on the floor with a clatter.
“Pack your things! Be gone by morning!” he shouts. After these words, he slams the door to his room, and the house falls silent. The echo of the door slam seems to reverberate through Leslie’s entire being.
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Leslie stands there, stunned. Everything happened so quickly that she felt as though her world had just crumbled.
Tears begin to stream from her eyes as the reality of the situation sinks in. She doesn’t even know what to do next. Wiping her tears, she goes upstairs, feeling numb.
She quickly packs her suitcase, knowing that arguing with Peter is pointless, but he will do as he pleases. Maybe when he cools down, he’ll forgive her, she thinks, clinging to a sliver of hope.
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Leslie places her belongings in the suitcase methodically, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
She looks around the room that once felt like home but now feels foreign and cold. Each item she packs holds memories of the life she thought she was building with Peter.
With a heavy heart, she zips up the suitcase and sits on the bed, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.
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To prove her innocence, Leslie decided to find the sender of the necklace to explain everything and hopefully get Peter’s forgiveness.
She looked around the house for the gift receipt, and after some searching, she found it tucked inside the packaging.
The address on the receipt was unfamiliar to her, but she was determined to clear her name. With a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and set out for the address.
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Upon arriving at the house, Leslie was amazed to see a huge mansion. The driveway was long and lined with tall, elegant trees.
She parked her car and walked up to the grand front door, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. Gathering her courage, she knocked on the door.
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A butler opened it, his expression neutral but polite. His eyes flicked to the necklace around her neck, and without hesitation, he said, “Come in, Mr. Rodri is expecting you.”
Leslie was taken aback by his words. How could Mr. Rodri be expecting her? She followed the butler through the grand foyer, which was decorated with beautiful paintings and chandeliers that sparkled in the light.
She felt a bit out of place in her simple clothes, but she reminded herself of why she was there.
The butler led her to a large, elegant office. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with volumes of all sizes.
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Behind a large mahogany desk sat Mr. Rodri, a distinguished-looking man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes.
“Good afternoon,” Mr. Rodri greeted her warmly. “Please, have a seat.”
Leslie sat down, feeling slightly more at ease. “Excuse me, there’s been a misunderstanding. I received your necklace, but it was obviously sent to me by mistake,” she said quickly, wanting to explain the situation as soon as possible.
Mr. Rodri listened calmly, his expression thoughtful. “I apologize; it was indeed a mistake. You and my sister have the same address in different cities, and due to carelessness, the necklace was sent to you instead of her.”
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Leslie extended her hand with the necklace and handed it to Mr. Rodri. “It’s very kind of you to travel so far to return such a valuable item. You could have sold it or just kept it,” Mr. Rodri responded in surprise.
“That would be wrong,” Leslie said, shaking her head. “And there’s one more important thing. Because of this misunderstanding, my wedding was called off. My future husband is very jealous and didn’t believe it was a mistake…”
Mr. Rodri looked even more surprised. “Is it worth marrying someone who doesn’t trust you?” he asked gently.
Leslie looked down, her eyes filling with tears. She had been asking herself the same question but hadn’t dared to confront it. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
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Mr. Rodri seemed to consider this. “It’s already late. Why don’t you stay for dinner? We can discuss this more, and in the morning, we will go to your husband together to explain everything.”
Leslie hesitated. She didn’t want to be a burden, but the thought of facing Peter alone was daunting. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Rodri. Thank you,” she said softly.
Mr. Rodri smiled. “Please, call me John. And it’s no trouble at all. You’ve had a long day. Let’s take care of this together.”
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At dinner, Leslie feels as she has never felt before for the first time everything is for her. Mr. Rodri personally prepared everything, and Leslie only had to enjoy the food.
She didn’t even notice how she started talking to Mr. Rodri, laughing sincerely. For the first time in many years, she felt relaxed.
She wasn’t afraid to say or do something wrong; she felt safe around Mr. Rodri.
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They drank wine and laughed at each other’s jokes until Leslie suddenly stopped herself as if forbidding herself to be happy.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Rodri. My fiancé is waiting for me at home. Maybe I should go to bed.”
Leslie got up from the table and was almost gone, but Mr. Rodri gently grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“I have to confess, Miss Leslie, what I told you about my sister wasn’t entirely true.”
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“You see, I’ve long suffered from loneliness, finding it very hard to meet someone who values me for more than my money. I sent that necklace randomly, losing hope of ever finding love, but it ended up with you.
“I understand this is difficult for you, but I would like to spend more time with you if you’re willing.”
“I… I would like to, but…” Leslie’s eyes filled with tears, and she ran to her room. She couldn’t understand her feelings. She did everything for Peter, and she wanted to return to Peter so he would forgive her.
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But around Mr. Rodri, she felt genuine, drawn to him. “This is wrong,” she told herself, closing her eyes in bed.
In the morning, Leslie and Mr. Rodri set off to see Peter. The car was filled with tension, a heavy silence hanging in the air.
“Sorry about last night, it was the wine…” Mr. Rodri said, breaking the silence. Leslie gently placed her hand on his.
“It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” she reassured him, giving a small, comforting smile.
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When they arrived at Peter’s house, the tension only grew. Leslie took a deep breath as they walked to the door.
Inside, Peter looked up, his expression a mix of anger and sorrow. Together, Mr. Rodri and Leslie explained everything.
Mr. Rodri apologized sincerely before stepping back outside to give them space.
Peter turned to Leslie, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry, Leslie. I regretted my words the moment I said them. I miss you so much.”
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He took out Leslie’s ring, which she had left behind, and got down on one knee. “Please, let’s start over. Put the ring back on.”
Leslie looked at the ring, then at Peter. She couldn’t extend her hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she turned towards Rodri’s car. She watched him, ready to drive away forever.
“Everything is as you wanted, Leslie. What’s wrong? Why are you hesitating?” she asked herself. The sound of Rodri’s car engine starting snapped her out of her thoughts. At that moment, Leslie realized she didn’t want to go back to her old life.
“Sorry, Peter. Goodbye,” she said softly and ran back to Rodri’s car. This time, she was sure she had made the right choice.
She felt a sense of relief and newfound hope as she reached for the car door, knowing she was heading toward a future where she could truly be happy.
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Young Woman Gets a Job as a Maid and Notices Mother’s Framed Photo in Boss’s Bedroom – Story of the Day
Caroline got a job as a cleaning lady in New York and went to her first assignment. It was a beautiful house in Manhattan, but something shocked her. There was a picture of her mother in the office. Then a man walked in.
“I’m going to do a great job,” Caroline psyched herself up in front of her first assignment. She and her friend, Melissa, moved to New York a few days ago to make their dreams of being Broadway stars come true.
But they needed to find jobs first to rent an apartment together. Luckily, Melissa got hired at a clothing store, and Caroline got a job at an agency for domestic cleaners.
It was perfect. It wasn’t that time-consuming, and she loved cleaning because it had a calming effect on her. Moreover, if no one else was home, she could practice her singing voice.
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Unfortunately, her mother’s face popped into her mind before walking into her first home. Her mother, Helen, didn’t want her to chase after such silly dreams, much less live in New York.
Caroline was born and raised in Philadelphia, which wasn’t that far away. She didn’t have a father, and her mother never said a word about him. For some reason, Helen really hated New York. She also sheltered Caroline all her life, which was why she had to escape.
When she and Melissa planned their move, she knew her mother would not allow it. Caroline suspected she may even fake an illness just to get her to stay. But Caroline needed to fight for her dreams. It was her life. So, she left a tiny note on her mother’s dresser when she was asleep and ran away.
It had been several days, and Helen had not called her, which was weird. But Caroline assumed she was probably mad at her. Hopefully, she would get over it once Caroline debuted on Broadway. Now, it was time to focus on cleaning this house.
According to the agency director, an older man lives in the house alone, so it was not particularly messy in the first place. When Caroline finally walked inside using the key under the mat as was instructed, she wasted no time to start cleaning — first, the kitchen, then the living room, and moving towards the bedroom.
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“I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question? Who is this woman?”
She hesitated a bit right at the entrance of a serious-looking office, but there were no instructions against coming in. She resolved not to touch too much around the desk and continued cleaning.
There was a beautiful fireplace with a mantelpiece on top and huge bookshelves along the opposite wall. It was the kind of office Caroline had only seen in movies.
She tidied as quickly and thoroughly as she could but stopped short at the mantelpiece. There were several pictures on top, but one caught her attention. A picture with her mother’s face. She was at least 18 years younger, but it was her. “Why is my mother in this man’s pictures?” she wondered out loud.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps and an older man entered the office. “Oh hello there! You must be the new cleaning lady. I’m Richard Smith. I own this house,” the man introduced himself with a warm smile. “Are you done in here already?”
“I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question?” Caroline hesitated, hoping that the man wouldn’t be mad if she asked about the image. “Who is this woman?”
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“Who?” he wondered, moving closer to her and putting on his glasses. “Ah yes. That’s Helen. She was the love of my life.”
Caroline’s senses started pinging. “What happened to her?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“She died during a bus crash. She was pregnant at the time too. I couldn’t even go to the funeral because her mother hated me. It was crazy… I tried to move on and never did. To this day, I still love and miss her,” Richard responded, removing his glasses and moving towards his chair.
“Sir, I’m sorry to intrude like this, and thank you for telling me. But this woman… she looks so much like my mother. It’s insane,” Caroline revealed.
The older man frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, my mother, Helen, looks exactly like this woman. Obviously, she’s older now, but the resemblance is uncanny. I’m 98% sure this is her,” she continued, facing Richard but gesturing toward the photograph.
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“Helen? Your mother’s name is Helen? Where did you grow up?”
“Philadelphia,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. Her eyes widened now that she realized that if that was Helen, then this man might be her father.
Richard covered his mouth with his hands. “This is not possible…” he whispered. “Can I have your mother’s phone number?”
“Sure,” she said and gave it to him.
“Can you stay here while I call her?” he requested, and Caroline agreed.
He dialed right there from his office phone, and her mother’s voice answered after a few rings. “Hello? Is it you, Caroline?”
Richard looked up at Caroline for a second but decided to speak up first. “Is this Helen Geller?”
“Yes. Who am I speaking to?” Helen asked from the other end of the line.
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“Helen, it’s Richard,” he continued, his voice starting to get emotional.
“Richard, who? Wait a minute. Richard Morris? What do you want after all these years?” Helen asked, her voice hardening for some reason.
Caroline and Richard started at each other in confusion, but he continued. “What do you mean after all these years? I thought you were dead!”
“What?”
Richard explained what he knew of the alleged accident when he had lost his future wife and unborn baby. He also explained how Helen’s mother didn’t allow him at the funeral and refused to tell him anything afterward. But Helen had no idea what he was talking about and told him what she knew.
“My mother told me that you called and decided you wanted nothing to do with me. So I raised my daughter on my own,” Helen revealed, and Caroline was shocked by this turn of events.
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“That’s not… Helen, I would never abandon you. I never moved on. I still thought of you every day. I mourned you. I’ve been in pain thinking about you and our kid for almost two decades,” Richard continued, but Helen was quiet.
“I can’t believe Mom would do this. But well, that was her way. I don’t know what do now,” Helen finally stated. “Wait. How did you find out I was still alive?”
“Mom, I’m here,” Caroline chimed in at last. She hurriedly explained what happened and reassured her mother that she was fine in New York.
“I can’t believe this is happening at all. I can’t even ask my mother why she would do something so cruel to us. She died years ago. But anyway, when are you coming back home, Caroline?” Helen asked, in a firmer voice toward her daughter.
“I’m not coming back until I make it on Broadway. And now, well… now I have another reason to stay here,” Caroline continued, looking at Richard with a tiny smile.
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“Fine, but I’m coming up to New York soon,” Helen said and hung up. Richard and Caroline started at each other in silence for a few moments before either of them spoke up.
“So, I guess you’re my dad,” she chirped. He laughed, and that’s how they broke the ice.
What can we learn from this story?
- Let your children pursue their dreams. Caroline ran away because her mother was overprotective. You should guide your children but let them decide what to do with their lives.
- Some parents don’t have your best interests at heart. Helen’s mother did something horrible to her and Richard, and they would never know why.
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