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Dad, don't leave me alone with the new mom, she'll do bad things... Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the small room, casting long shadows on the floor. Victor, a man in his early forties, sat on the sofa, staring into space, while the news played on the television. But his thoughts were far away, lost in the events of the past. A little over a year had passed since he lost his wife, Elizaveta, the mother of his daughter Irina, in a tragic accident. The months that followed were truly chaotic for both of them. And then Olga appeared. She was an attractive woman, with a warm smile and a charming personality. They met at work, where she had just been promoted to head of human resources. At first, their relationship was strictly professional. Over time, occasional chats over coffee turned into more and more frequent encounters. And, without realizing it, Olga moved into his house. A noise in the hallway brought Victor out of his thoughts. In front of him appeared Irina, his barely seven-year-old daughter. With just one glance, Victor realized something wasn't right. Usually cheerful and talkative, she now seemed overwhelmed, her shoulders slumped and her gaze on the floor. ""Irina, are you okay, my love?"" Victor asked, getting up from the sofa. Irina looked at him, and he immediately saw that her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying. The girl was biting her lower lip, and Victor sensed it was serious. ""Daddy, can I talk to you?"" Irina whispered, barely audible. ""Of course, my love."" Victor tapped his palm on the sofa, indicating that she should sit next to him. Irina approached slowly and sat down, maintaining an awkward distance. Victor frowned, concerned by her unusual behavior. ""What happened, honey?"" You know you can tell me everything. Irina nervously played with the hem of her little dress, avoiding his eyes. ""I... I don't know how to say it..."" ""Whatever it is, you can trust me. I'm your dad, and I'll always be here for you. Tell me what's wrong."" Victor spoke as calmly as he could, although inside he felt his anguish growing. Irina inhaled deeply and finally looked at him. Her eyes, so similar to his mother's, showed fear and confusion. ""It's about Olga, Daddy..."" Victor felt his heart stop for a second. ""What do you mean, my love?"" Irina bit her lip again, as if she were struggling to find the words. ""She... she hurts me."" Victor's world stopped for a moment. ""What do you mean, darling? What does she do to you?"" Tears began to stream down Irina's cheeks. — When you're not home, she gets angry with me, says mean things. Victor was in sh0ck. His mind refused to accept what he had just heard. — Irina, are you sure? Maybe... maybe she's just... playing? — No, Daddy, Irina said in a trembling voice. — It's not a game. I'm hurting, and I'm so scared. Please, believe me. Victor felt a storm of fear and rage boiling in his soul. He wanted to believe it was all a misunderstanding, that the girl was exaggerating or misinterpreting the situation. But Irina's gaze, her trembling voice... everything told him she was telling the truth. — I believe you, my love. Victor opened his arms, and Irina threw herself at his chest, crying. He hugged her tightly, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. And the next day, hiding in the closet... HE WAS SH.OCKED by what he saw... 😱😱😱👇 Read the full story below and the comments

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While my husband is off enjoying a beach vacation with his mistress—funded by the savings we both worked hard for—I'm opening my door to a complete stranger… and it’s turning my whole world upside down. You know how some mornings just feel different? Not good, not bad—just… off. That’s how that Monday started. I was making coffee when my husband, Róbert, sat silently at the kitchen table, glued to his phone, fingers tapping restlessly. “Julia,” he finally said. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” I froze, coffee spoon mid-air. “Leaving? Where?” “South. Somewhere warm. Sun, sand… I need to breathe. I already bought the ticket.” My mind was reeling. We’d been saving for a joint vacation for two years—sacrificing luxuries, skipping purchases. I’d even passed on a winter coat I adored. “And me? My leave hasn’t been approved yet.” “So?” he shrugged. “You think this is easy for me? I’m burnt out. I need this.” Burnt out… And what about me? “The money—we saved that together.” “I work too,” he snapped. “I’ll rest when I want.” That was the first time I truly felt something was wrong. He’d changed lately—became secretive, always glued to his phone, even in the bathroom. New swim trunks, flashy shirts I’d never seen before—when did he buy those? “If I have any cash left, I’ll bring you back a fridge magnet,” he joked as he zipped his suitcase. A magnet. Great. Thanks a lot. He slammed the door and left. I sat there, stunned, wondering if I was overreacting. Maybe he really did need a break? But then… his phone buzzed. He’d left it behind. A message lit up the screen. I couldn’t see the whole thing—it was locked—but I caught the first line: “Baby, I’m already at the airport. I’ll wait for you…” Baby. A word he hadn’t used with me in years. He once said pet names were childish. He returned ten minutes later to grab the phone. The moment he saw me, his body stiffened. “You’re still here?” “This is my home,” I replied calmly. “Or is that inconvenient now?” He snatched the phone, checked if I’d seen anything. Then kissed my forehead like I was a child. “Don’t pout. I’ll bring you something back.” And with that, he was gone. My heart thudded painfully. Who was “baby”? And why was he so jumpy? I needed answers. I threw on a coat, called a cab, and went straight to the airport. I didn’t expect a happy ending—I just wanted the truth. And I got it. There he was—laughing, embracing a young woman who looked no older than twenty. Long hair, petite frame, wearing the exact same shirt I’d seen in his suitcase. Róbert whispered something to her and she giggled, pressing close. We had sacrificed for that vacation. Meanwhile, he was planning this with her. I wanted to scream. Confront them. But it was too late—they were already boarding. Outside, I sat on a bench and cried. No—sobbed. My world had shattered. I didn’t care who saw. Snow started to fall—light at first, then heavy and wet. I was freezing, inside and out. Then a voice broke through the haze. “Excuse me, ma’am…” I looked up. A disheveled man stood before me, shivering, his clothes soaked and worn. “Can I help you?” I asked numbly. “Actually… I was hoping you could help me,” he said softly. “Any work? Anything temporary?” I looked at him. A stranger. But he was honest. No lies, no betrayal. Just real. “You know what? Come with me. Get warm. Have something to eat.” “Are you sure? I’m a stranger.” “Are you a serial killer?” He laughed. “No. Just a guy down on his luck.” “Then come on. I’ve got nothing in the fridge anyway—Róbert cleaned it out before his big escape.” What happened next… changed everything. See the rest in the first comment 👇👇👇

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HER FATHER MARRIED HER TO A BEGGAR BECAUSE SHE WAS BORN BLIND AND THIS HAPPENED Zainab had never seen the world, but she could feel her cruelty with every breath she took. She was born blind into a family that valued beauty above all else. Her two sisters were admired for their striking eyes and graceful figures, while Zainab was treated like a burden, a shameful secret kept behind closed doors. Her mother d.ied when she was just five years old and since then, her father changed: he became bitter, resentful and cruel, especially to her. He never called her by her name. He used to call her ""that thang."" He didn't want her at the table during family meals or outside when visitors came. He believed she was cursed and, when she turned 21, he made a decision that would shatter what was left of his already broken heart. One morning, he entered her small room where she was sitting quietly, feeling the pages of a worn-out book in braille, and left on her lap a folded piece of cloth. ""You're getting married tomorrow,"" he said flatly. She froze to d:eath. Words were meaningless. To get married? With whom? ""He is a beggar of the mosque,"" her father continued. ""You are blind. He is poor. A good game."" She wanted to scream, but nothing came of it. She had no choice. Her dad never gave her options. She got married the next day in a small, rushed ceremony. She never saw his face, of course, and no one described it to her. Her father pushed her towards the man and told him to take his arm. She obeyed like a ghost in her own body. Everyone laughed behind their hands— ""The blind girl and the beggar"". After the ceremony, her father gave her a small bag with some clothes and pushed it back towards the man. ""She's your problem now,"" he said and walked away without looking back. The beggar, whose name was Yusha, silently drove her down the road. He didn't say anything for a long time. They came to a broken small hut on the outskirts of the village. It smelled like wet earth and smoke. ""It's not much,"" Yusha said softly. — But you'll be safe here. She sat on the old mat inside, holding back tears. This was his life now. A blind girl married a beggar in a hut made of mud and hope. But something strange happened that first night. Yusha prepared tea for her with soft hands. He gave him his own blanket and slept by the door, like a guard dog protecting his queen. He talked to her like he cared — he asked her what stories she liked, what dreams she had, what foods made her smile. No one had asked her those questions before. Days turned into weeks Yusha accompanied her to the river every morning, describing the sun, the birds, the trees, with such poetry that she began to feel as if she could see them through her words. He would sing to her while I was washing clothes and tell her stories about stars and distant lands at night. Laughed for the first time in years. Her heart began to open. And in that strange hut, something unexpected happened — Zainab fell in love. One afternoon, while reaching out for his hand, she asked him: — Were you always a beggar? He hesitated. Then he said in a low voice: — I wasn't always like this. But he never said anymore. And she didn't insist. Until one day. She went to the market alone to buy vegetables. Yusha had given her careful instructions and she memorized every step. But halfway through, someone violently grabbed her arm. — Blind Rat! — spit out a voice. It was his sister. Amen. — Are you still alive ? Are you still playing beggar's wife? Zainab felt the tears rolling up, but she stood tall. — I'm happy, — he said. Aminah laughed so hard. — You don't even know what it feels like. It's such a waste. Just like you. And then whispered something that shattered her. — He's not a beggar. Zainab, you've been lied to. Zainab stumbled on her way home, confused. She waited until nightfall and when Yusha returned, she asked him again, but this time firmly. — Tell me the truth. Who are you really ? And it was then when he knelt before her, he took his hands and said, — You should never have known yet. But I can't lie to you anymore. Her heart was beating fast. He took a deep breath. — I am not a beggar. I am the son of the Emir.

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