My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine

My Dad Replaced My Mom with My Best Friend – I Made Him Taste His Own Medicine

When Hannah’s Dad waltzed into her birthday party with her best friend on his arm, she was determined to make him pay. Little did he know Hannah’s plan would unexpectedly turn the tables at her graduation party.

Serious woman and birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

Serious woman and birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Dad said, but his words barely registered.

The room was full of balloons and banners, but everything started feeling suddenly wrong.

“What’s the fuss?” he asked, noticing people staring.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. Dad had walked into my 25th birthday party with my best friend, Jessica, as his plus one.

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Older man with young woman | Source: Midjourney

“What is Jess doing with you?” I asked as soon as I recovered from the shock.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled. “We’re together, in love!”

“Are you serious? Mom is here, and everyone is watching us!”

He shrugged. “So what? I don’t care what she or anyone else feels; it’s her problem. This is MY LIFE. I want to have fun.”

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Couple looking into each other’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Mom, standing alone with tears streaming down her face. She just turned and went inside, and I couldn’t stand that.

“If I knew you would do something like this, I would’ve never invited you!” I snapped, turning to Dad. “And you, Jess, how could you do this? You were my best friend!”

“I’m sorry, Hannah. But it sounds like a YOU problem if you can’t accept this.”

I was shocked.

“Leave!” I said. “Just get out! Both of you!”

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Smug-looking woman | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Hannah, you’re overreacting,” Dad scoffed. “It’s not like your Mom and I are together, and I brought someone new into our lives.”

“No, I’m not overreacting, Dad, and I don’t want to talk about this. You need to leave. This party is for me and Mom. And this is Mom’s house.”

“Fine, we’ll go.”

I watched as Dad walked out, and then I returned to Mom and hugged her tightly. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d—”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Thank you,” was all she said.

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Sad woman among party guests | Source: Midjourney

It was hard for me to believe what had happened, but all I cared about was the faces of the other guests staring at my mom in pity and disbelief. I hated the way they were looking at Mom as if she were some helpless woman.

A week passed.

One Sunday morning, Mom and I sat on the couch in her cozy living room, sipping tea.

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Two cups of tea | Source: Midjourney

I loved our little sessions where it was just the two of us. Usually, we’d bake one of Grandma’s recipes, but looking at Mom’s face, I knew she was still not over what had happened.

Dad and Mom had divorced only recently, and I know Mom still missed him. So, what happened on my birthday still bothered her.

“I’m really looking forward to graduation next month, Mom,” I said, trying to lift the mood. “It’s a big milestone for me.”

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Woman wearing graduation hat | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Hannah,” Mom smiled, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve worked so hard for this day.

“It’s just that… seeing Jessica with your father was hard,” she suddenly said, sighing sadly. “She’ll be graduating too, right?”

I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Yes, Mom. It was terrible. But you’re stronger than this. You deserve better.”

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Sad elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

Mom looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s just so hard, Hannah. I never expected this from Jessica. She-she was like a daughter, and now this…imagining them in bed…”

Mom broke down into tears, and I raced to her side to hug her.

“Your dad…” she sniffled. “What did he tell me when he was leaving? You’re too old, Caroline. You don’t excite me anymore. Oh, Hannah, how could he do this?”

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Young woman consoling an older woman | Source: Midjourney

Mom wept into my shoulders, and I can’t tell you how it broke my heart.

“I didn’t either, Mom,” I said, trying my best to console her. “But we won’t let them hurt us anymore. You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together, okay?”

Mom was very disturbed after what happened at my birthday party, and I had a plan to set things right. It’s just that I couldn’t tell Mom about it right then.

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Devastated elderly woman | Source: Midjourney

The following Thursday morning, I walked into the cozy café near the university, bustling with students and professionals.

The smell of coffee and chatter filled the air.

I spotted Tom at a corner table and waved.

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Inside a cafe | Source: Midjourney

I remembered Tom from when I was young. He was one of Dad’s colleagues, always nice and kind. He used to visit us often, but then we moved across town, and those visits stopped. Seeing his familiar face brought back memories.

“Hi, Tom,” I said as I sat down. “It’s good to see you.”

“Wow, Hannah! You’ve grown up!” he chuckled. “It’s good to see you too. How are things?” he asked.

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Young woman talking to older man at cafe | Source: Midjourney

“Busy, but exciting. Graduation is just around the corner,” I replied.

A week ago, when I contacted Tom on Facebook, I wasn’t very hopeful he would reply. But somehow, his name was the first to pop into my head, and I just gave it a try.

Luckily, he replied.

“By the way, I thought about your idea,” he said as I sipped my coffee. “I’m okay with that. Will your Mom agree?”

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Woman drinking coffee | Source: Midjourney

“She will. Thanks. I appreciate all your help,” I said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Hannah. Your mom deserves better, and so do you,” he replied.

We chatted about various things, recalling some sweet memories of when I was a little girl and Tom used to get me princess dolls. He was just the sweetest man from my childhood, and I had a brilliant plan brewing at the back of my mind.

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A cute girl | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t realize how time flew by and the graduation day arrived.

I stood in Mom’s bedroom, surrounded by elegant dresses and makeup.

Mom held up a beautiful dress, and I nodded approvingly.

“I can’t believe my baby is graduating,” she said, zipping up my dress. “You look stunning, Hannah.”

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Older woman helping younger woman get ready | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks, Mom. You look amazing, too. Tonight’s going to be special,” I replied, smiling.

Mom had put on a shimmering navy blue dress that hugged her figure gracefully. Her hair was styled in soft waves, and she wore delicate silver jewelry that complemented her look perfectly.

“I hope your dad behaves himself tonight,” she said, wearing her earrings.

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Gorgeous older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t worry about him, Mom. Just focus on having a good time. Everything will be fine,” I assured her.

Mom smiled, but I could see the worry in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand. “Really, Mom. Enjoy tonight. You deserve it. I’m so happy for you.”

“I will, sweetie. Thank you,” she said, giving me a warm hug.

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Mother and daughter hugging | Source: Midjourney

I looked in the mirror, adjusting my dress and makeup. “Now, I gotta leave. See you soon,” I said, grabbing my bag.

“Alright, Hannah. See you there,” Mom replied, giving me a quick kiss.

As I left the house, I took a deep breath. The plan was set, and I felt ready. I knew tonight had to be perfect, not just for me but for Mom, too. This was our night, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.

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Woman in graduation attire standing with other graduates | Source: Midjourney

When I arrived at the graduation hall, I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my cap and gown.

The room buzzed with excitement as graduates and their families filled the seats.

I scanned the crowd and spotted Dad arriving with Jessica. They looked confident, but I knew that would change soon.

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Young girl in graduation attire posing with older man | Source: Midjourney

About 15 minutes later, Mom entered the auditorium with Tom. She looked stunning, and Tom looked dapper in a suit.

Seeing them together made me smile. They waved at me, and I waved back.

I could see shock clouding Dad and Jessica’s faces when they saw Mom happy with a guy about five years younger than her!

“Thanks for making it, Tom. Mom, you look gorgeous!” I said, hugging her.

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Good-looking couple | Source: Midjourney

It was then Dad’s voice cut through.

“Tom? What are you doing here?”

We turned to see him with Jessica behind him.

Tom put an arm around Mom. “Supporting a dear friend and her daughter,” he said.

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Happy couple | Source: Midjourney

“Didn’t you mention he was your colleague? How did this happen?” I heard Jessica whispering to Dad, and I couldn’t help but smile because my plan was successful.

“Well, Mom and Tom have been catching up lately. They realized they have a lot in common,” I said, grinning.

Dad looked flustered. “I see,” he said. “Well, it’s… nice to see you, Tom.”

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Serious-looking man | Source: Midjourney

Tom smirked slightly. “Nice to see you too, Robert. Life takes interesting turns, doesn’t it?”

As the evening went on, Mom and Tom looked genuinely happy together. They laughed and danced, looking like a perfect couple. Jessica tried to keep up appearances, but her discomfort was evident.

Dad couldn’t hide his frustration either. His eyes kept darting towards Mom and Tom, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

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Couple looking happy together | Source: Midjourney

Before leaving, Mom hugged me tightly. “Thank you for everything, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too, Mom,” I said, smiling. “You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

As I watched Mom walk away with Tom, I knew Dad regretted his choices. He realized too late that he had lost the best thing in his life. I also saw he pushed Jess away when she asked him for a dance, and I laughed.

My plan to show Dad that Mom could be happy without him worked perfectly. Mom and Tom fell in love and are now together. I couldn’t be happier for her.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

Do you think Dad deserved a taste of his medicine?

Mom Cries over Daughter’s Question About Santa, Which Her Late Husband Played Every Year, Until Suddenly Santa Walks In – Story of the Day

Lora is still mourning her husband, and his favorite holiday, Christmas, only reminds her of him. Lora still doesn’t know how to tell her daughter, Kira, that her father won’t return for Christmas. But just as she finds the courage to tell the truth, Santa appears to save Christmas.

Lora strolled through the bustling mall, the festive chaos around her contrasting sharply with the somber weight in her heart. Shoppers chatted and laughed, their carts brimming with holiday treasures.

Twinkling lights lined every window display, reflecting off glossy ornaments and casting a warm glow.

Familiar Christmas carols played over the loudspeakers, their cheerful tunes feeling almost intrusive to her melancholy.

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Sandra walked beside her, holding up decorations and chatting animatedly.

“Oh, Lora, look at this one!” she said, picking up a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake. It caught the light, shimmering like it was dusted with frost.

Lora managed a faint smile and nodded. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, but her gaze drifted to a shelf of Santa figurines nearby.

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Each one wore the same jolly expression, and their red suits and fluffy white beards were a painful reminder of John. A wave of sadness rolled over her, and she looked away, pretending to study something else.

Sandra noticed the shift in her friend’s demeanor. She put the ornament back on the shelf and touched Lora’s arm gently.

“You’ve been quiet all afternoon. Are you okay?”

Lora sighed, her shoulders slumping.

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“It’s just… this time of year was always so special for John. He loved Christmas, Sandra. Every year, he dressed up as Santa for Kira.

She’d be so excited to see him, running down the stairs to catch him by the tree. He made it magical for her. But this year…”

Her voice cracked, and she paused to steady herself.

“This year, he’s not here. Kira keeps asking when Father will come, and I don’t have the heart to tell her.”

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Sandra gave Lora’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t told her yet?”

“No.” Lora shook her head, her voice trembling.

“She’s only six, Sandra. I told her John is working far away. I know it’s wrong, but I just… I can’t ruin her childhood. Not this year.”

Sandra frowned thoughtfully, her expression a mix of understanding and concern.

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“I get it, Lora. I really do. But you know she’ll have to find out someday. You can’t shield her from the truth forever.”

“I know,” Lora whispered, her eyes welling up with tears she fought to keep back.

“But not this Christmas. I just want her to be happy. Even if it’s only for a little while.”

Sandra wrapped an arm around Lora’s shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug.

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“You’re stronger than you think, you know. And you’re not alone in this. We’re here for you.”

Lora nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile.

“Thanks, Sandra. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

For a moment, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter, but the ache for John lingered, sharper than ever against the backdrop of Christmas cheer.

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Back at home, the cozy scent of pine needles filled the living room, mingling with the faint aroma of cookies baking in the oven.

Lora and Kira worked side by side, carefully unpacking the box of Christmas decorations that had been stored away since last year.

The tree, freshly chosen and standing tall in the corner, seemed to glow in the warm light of the room.

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“Mommy, look at this one!” Kira squealed, holding up a small, painted ornament shaped like a snowman. “It’s my favorite!”

Lora chuckled softly, taking the ornament and handing Kira a hook.

“You pick the perfect spot for it,” she said, watching as her daughter stretched onto her tiptoes to reach a branch.

Kira giggled as the ornament dangled crookedly on the lower part of the tree.

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She darted back to the box, grabbing handfuls of shiny ornaments and thrusting them toward Lora.

“Hurry, Mommy! We have to make it beautiful for Santa!”

Lora felt her heartache at Kira’s innocent excitement. She smiled and knelt by her daughter, helping her sort through the decorations.

“It’s already beautiful, sweetie. But you’re right. Santa deserves our best effort.”

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Kira twirled around, humming Christmas carols and bossing her mother around like a tiny foreman.

“Mommy, put the red one there! No, higher! And the shiny one next to it!”

Finally, Kira pulled out the glittery gold star from the bottom of the box. She held it up triumphantly.

“Now, Mommy, the star! Put it on top!”

Lora took the star and climbed a step stool to place it on the highest branch. When she stepped down, she turned to Kira.

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“What do you think? Is it perfect?”

Kira stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied the tree.

Her eyes sparkled as she declared, “It’s almost perfect! But Santa will make it better when he comes!”

Lora froze, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The warmth she felt moments ago was replaced by a sharp pang of sadness.

“Sweetheart, about Santa…” she began hesitantly.

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“I can’t wait to see him!” Kira interrupted, her excitement bubbling over.

“He always eats the cookies I make, and I always catch him by the stairs! He’ll come, right, Mommy?”

Lora bit her lip, her smile faltering. She knelt down and brushed a stray curl from Kira’s forehead.

“We’ll see, honey,” she said softly, her voice trembling.

“Now, let’s add the candy canes.”

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How could she explain that John — her husband, Kira’s Santa — wouldn’t be coming this year?

Lora sighed and stood, forcing a smile as she joined Kira by the tree. For now, she decided, she would hold onto this moment of happiness, even if it was bittersweet.

Christmas Eve arrived with a quiet magic filling the house. The string lights cast a soft, golden glow across the living room, reflecting off the ornaments on the Christmas tree.

The air was sweet with the scent of freshly baked cookies, which Kira carefully arranged on a festive plate.

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She set it on the hearth, next to a glass of milk, her face glowing with anticipation.

“Now we wait,” Kira whispered, her excitement bubbling over as she grabbed her favorite blanket and snuck behind the staircase. It was her favorite spot for spying on Santa.

Lora stood back, watching her daughter with a mixture of love and guilt. Kira’s absolute belief that Santa would come made the lump in Lora’s throat harder to swallow.

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How could she break her daughter’s heart by telling her the truth? She smoothed her hands on her sweater and walked over, kneeling next to Kira.

“Kira, sweetheart,” Lora began softly, her voice careful. “Maybe Santa will come later. Why don’t you go to bed and let him surprise you in the morning?”

“No, Mommy!” Kira protested, her little face scrunching with determination. “I always see him when he comes. He has to come.”

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Lora felt her resolve falter, tears stinging her eyes. There was no avoiding it now. She gently took Kira’s hand in hers, her own trembling slightly.

“Kira,” she began again, her voice heavy with emotion, “there’s something I need to tell you about Santa and Daddy…”

But before the words could leave her mouth, the faint sound of footsteps filled the room. Lora froze, her breath hitching.

There, a figure in a red suit knelt down, reaching for a cookie.

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“Santa!” Kira squealed, leaping from her hiding spot and flinging herself into his arms. “You came!”

The man in the Santa suit chuckled heartily, his belly shaking. “Oh, you caught me again, little one! Ho ho ho!” he said, his voice rich and warm.

Lora stared, her heart pounding as Sandra appeared in the doorway wearing an elf costume, her face lit with a mischievous grin.

Lora’s breath caught as the realization dawned. This was Rick, her brother, Sandra’s husband, playing Santa.

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Kira’s laughter rang through the living room, filling the space with a joy Lora hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.

Kira tugged on Santa’s red sleeve, her excitement bubbling over.

“Did you like the cookies? I helped Mommy bake them!” she said proudly.

Santa, Rick in disguise, chuckled warmly and nodded.

“They’re the best cookies I’ve had all year! You must be quite the baker, little one,” he said, his deep voice perfectly mimicking the jolly character.

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“And have you been a good girl this year?”

“Oh, yes! The best!” Kira exclaimed, nodding vigorously. She bounced on her toes, her wide eyes filled with wonder.

“Santa, did you see our tree? Isn’t it the prettiest?”

“It’s the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen,” Santa replied, leaning down with a twinkle in his eye.

Lora stood a few feet away, frozen in place. Her heart swelled with gratitude and emotion as she watched the scene unfold.

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Tears threatened to spill over as Sandra walked over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry,” Sandra whispered, her voice soft but reassuring. “It’s Rick. We figured Kira didn’t need the truth this year — not yet.”

Lora turned to her friend, her vision blurry with tears. “Thank you,” she managed to say, her voice breaking.

“Thank you for this.”

Sandra gave her a comforting squeeze.

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“Lora, you’re not alone. John may be gone, but we’re still here. You have us. We’ll always be here for you, especially when you need us the most.”

At that moment, Kira ran back to her mother, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mommy! Santa said my tree is the best one he’s seen!”

Lora knelt, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.

She kissed Kira’s forehead. “It is,” she whispered.

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“And you’re the best little girl Santa could ever visit.”

As the evening wore on, Sandra and Rick stayed to share hot cocoa and stories by the tree. For the first time in months, Lora felt a glimmer of peace.

The ache of John’s absence lingered, but the love surrounding her dulled the edges of her pain.

She realized Sandra was right. There would come a day when Kira needed to know the truth, but tonight wasn’t that day. Tonight, the magic of Christmas remained intact.

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When Sandra and Rick finally left, Lora hugged her friend tightly. “I’ll never forget this,” she said softly.

“Thank you for reminding me I’m not alone.”

Sandra smiled warmly. “That’s what family is for.”

Later, as Lora tucked Kira into bed, she held her daughter’s hand a little longer, watching her drift into a peaceful sleep.

The pain of loss was still there, but so was love — enduring and abundant. Christmas, she thought, was about moments like this.

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