Bus Driver Insults Breastfeeding Mom Unaware Her Husband Would Get in at Next Stop – Story of the Day

A bus driver mocks a breastfeeding mom on his bus and is surprised to see her being greeted by his son at the next stop. Moreover, the son is unexpectedly in a wheelchair.

Keith was behind the wheel, ferrying passengers across the city, when a young lady with a baby boarded the bus. Keith’s lips curled into a sly smirk.

Babies were too unpredictable and could start bawling at any moment. So nothing was worse to Keith than putting up with the baby’s loud cries during rush hour.

As the lady occupied a vacant seat with her toddler, Keith grumbled. “That should stop the child from whining,” he frowned…

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When a stop light arrived, and Keith turned around to check how many people were aboard, he saw the lady breastfeeding her baby. His anger flared, and his cheeks turned crimson red. “Hey, Lady! You can’t do that here!” he yelled.

“Why, of course, I can! I’m nursing my baby,” the mother responded.

Keith looked around at the others and was unsettled. The traffic light turned green, and he started driving, expressing his disapproval of the woman feeding her child.

“Disgusting! Kids think they’re entitled to everything and just display their breasts in front of complete strangers,” Keith mumbled loudly.

Keith’s murmurs intensified as the woman adjusted to cover up her chest. “Youngsters lack respect for others. Since when did breastfeeding in public become the norm?”

The lady overheard everything, and Keith’s discomfort persisted, echoing through the bus.

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A few men near Keith joined in taking a dig at the woman. Keith chuckled, and the mocking continued. “Like I said, no decency! Where’s her husband? Why didn’t anyone in her life teach her some self-respect?” he added.

The woman finished feeding her child and prepared to leave. As the bus doors opened, Keith’s gaze shifted to a man in a wheelchair waiting for her, and his jaw dropped.

“DANIEL?” he gasped, recognizing his son, who was now in a wheelchair. It was only the second time he’d ever seen him. Daniel was perfectly alright seven years ago, and Keith couldn’t understand what had happened to him.

His anxiety surged even more when he realized the woman he had insulted for the last half hour was his daughter-in-law. And the baby…his grandson. Keith’s heart cracked again.

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“Are you going to drive, old man?” a youngster in the back yelled, snapping Keith out of his reverie.

Keith turned around, trying his best to get his job done. But it wasn’t easy, especially when the vision of his life 22 years ago came flashing back into his mind…

“Honey, I’m home,” Keith gleefully cried out to his girlfriend, Sarah. “Ummm! That tastes delicious!” he exclaimed, gobbling a spoonful of pasta.

“I can’t do it, Keith,” she rose. “I want to have this baby.”

“I thought we agreed. You know we’re not ready for a baby yet,” he sighed.

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“I’m already 15 weeks along,” Sarah brushed her belly. “I want this baby. I love him. I…I’m sorry…I can’t.”

Keith was worried now. He tried to explain to Sarah that their one-bedroom flat in the secluded part of town and their minimum wage salaries wouldn’t be enough to raise a baby. But she stood her ground.

“Fine!” Keith eventually agreed. “We’ll figure out something.”

Deep inside, he was haunted by what to do all evening. And that’s when he remembered his best friend, Victor, and left for the pub to meet him.

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“Keith! Where the hell have you been, man?” Victor exclaimed as soon as Keith walked through the door of their favorite bar. They often hung out there, but Keith had refrained from nights out after moving in with Sarah.

“And how’s your girl?” Victor said, downing a drink.

“She’s good, man,” Keith nodded, licking his dry lips. “Is there any job for me…with you? Look, man, I’m ready to do anything. Please…talk to your boss Mr. Abraham. I’m good with cars…”

Keith knew the stakes were high but took up a job pretty soon. Hotwiring a car in less than a minute and stealing parts was a cakewalk for Keith, and soon, money started rolling in.

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Keith and Sarah eventually moved to a new area only a month after he started his new job. They were doing exceptionally well, and one night, when he arrived home, he found Sarah crying on the couch.

“The cops were here, Keith. They asked terrifying questions about you and Victor…and some Mr. Abraham… Why are the cops after you?” she asked.

A lump rose in Keith’s throat. “It’s better if you don’t know,” he said as Sarah’s worst fears were confirmed.

“Jesus! Are you in a gang, Keith? Wha—what if you get arrested? What’s gonna happen to me and our baby if you go down?” She cried.

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“Nothing’s gonna happen,” Keith pressed Sarah’s shoulders. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Really, Keith? You think the cops will spare you?”

Keith’s anger boiled over. “For God’s sake, Sarah! Can’t you see why I’m doing this? I had to bring more money…I’m doing all this for us!”

“Please, stop it,” Sarah cried her heart out, begging Keith to quit his illegal gig and return to the normal, simple life they once lived.

“We need MONEY to live!” he yelled.

“You can make that MONEY by doing something else…NOT THIS!” Sarah shot back as she cried, squinting her eyes. “The baby kicked…Ow!”

Keith calmed down as he cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “Look, babe, I have this huge gig coming up. It could set us up for life. I can’t give up in the middle. I want to give our son everything,” he said.

Sarah’s face contorted. “If you don’t quit this job, you’ll never be able to get out of it. The cops are after you…do you even realize that?”

“Sarah, this is my chance. I don’t want to return to some stupid low-wage job, okay? This is beyond my control. I used to feel low. But now, I have everything they said I could never have.”

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Sarah’s gaze lowered as she clutched her belly tight. “I don’t think this is gonna work out, Keith. You’re not the man I loved,” she sobbed.

“Oh, c’mon! How convenient, Sarah,” Keith lashed out at her expletively. “You enjoyed the money I made…What’s wrong now? Like it or not, I’m not quitting,” he declared, storming out of the room.

It was early morning when Keith returned home from another successful score. “Honey, look…I’m sorry. Things got a bit intense last night…Sarah?” He called out to her over and over.

But still no answer. So Keith hurried to their bedroom, wondering if she was sick or still sleeping, only to find it empty.

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Keith grew anxious as he rang Sarah’s number. But all his calls landed in voicemail. He rummaged through the closet and noticed some of her clothes were gone. All the onesies were missing from the nursery. “Sarah?” Keith panicked and ran around the house, but she was nowhere to be found.

They didn’t have many friends, so Keith thought Victor or the rest of his gang could help find her. Just as Keith frantically pressed the call button on Victor’s number, a loud knock on the front door jolted him.

“Police! Open the door, Mr. Griffith. We know you’re in there,” a cop yelled and banged on the door. “We have an arrest warrant.”

“Argh!” Keith held his head, knowing there was no escape now.

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Keith was arrested and sentenced to 20 years. However, he was released on parole after 15 years owing to good conduct. He didn’t go back to Victor or Mr. Abraham, and all he wanted was to find Sarah and their baby.

Keith tracked down their address and eagerly raced to a suburban area several miles west of their old neighborhood. The beautiful houses and picturesque landscapes pleased his eyes. This was the kind of place he wanted to live with Sarah and their son.

Finally, Keith made it closer to Sarah’s house, and just as he was about to enter the gate, an SUV drove past him. A well-dressed man got down as Keith stood puzzled. “Did I get the address wrong? But the mailbox shows the same number…”

“DAD!” a boy’s voice startled him. Keith looked up, his heart pounding in his chest, and a smile formed on his face.

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Keith’s heart shattered to a million pieces when he saw a teen boy bolting from the front door toward the stranger who had just gotten down from the SUV. And Sarah emerged from the doorway. “Guys, dinner is ready! Hurry!” she chuckled.

“Dad, let’s go,” the boy chirped. “Mom made spaghetti!”

“You’re right, Daniel! Let’s hurry!” Keith watched as the man wrapped his hand around the boy’s shoulder, and they walked inside the house. It could mean only one thing—he was the boy’s stepfather who had taken Keith’s rightful place in Sarah’s and their son’s lives.

Heartbroken, Keith decided to turn around and leave. But he wanted to see how happy they were together. He secretly peeked through the window and saw the teen and his stepdad cheering for a baseball game on TV. Sarah was sitting beside them and looked as beautiful as ever.

As the street lights turned on, Keith gathered his bits and pieces and walked away.

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A blaring horn in the distance snapped Keith to reality as tears rolled down his cheeks. He finished his last route for the night, and the thought of seeing Daniel in a wheelchair broke his heart again. “What happened to my boy? He was fine when I saw him seven years ago…” Keith wondered.

A few days later, he drove to the same address he last saw Sarah and Daniel to find out. He pulled over outside a neighboring house and waited nervously until a knock on his side window startled him.

“Hey, who are you? Why’s your car parked outside my compound? If you don’t leave, I’ll call the cops,” an older lady barked at him.

Keith stepped down from his car with a start. “No, please, ma’am. I just wanted to go there…”

“Go where?” she raised her hands and growled.

“Over there…to that house. I want to meet Sarah and Daniel. I haven’t seen her in years,” Keith clarified.

“Oh, dear,” the older lady’s voice softened. “Don’t you know what happened?”

“Yeah?” Keith’s forehead wrinkled with unease.

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“Sarah and her husband died last year,” the older woman revealed. “Their son Daniel lives with his wife and baby there.”

“WHAT? NO!” Keith’s eyes bulged with shock.

“Car accident. Daniel luckily survived because he was in the backseat. But he can’t walk,” the lady added. “It’s so sad. I saw that boy grow up. They were such a lovely family. And his baby…he won’t ever see his grandparents.”

Keith thanked the woman and regretfully walked past her, heading straight to the front door. He knew it was time to step up and face his son, no matter what. Keith adjusted his voice and sighed deeply before knocking on the door. It creaked open moments later, and Daniel rolled his wheelchair closer.

“Yes?” He looked up at Keith.

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On My Wedding Day, My Mother-in-Law Handed Me a Note—I Fled Through the Back Door and Disappeared for 15 Years.

My eyes locked onto my mother-in-law, whose face looked as if she had just seen a ghost. In her trembling hand, a small envelope shook, and her eyes were frozen in an expression of pure panic. The loud music in the grand banquet hall of the old mansion drowned out all other sounds, making our conversation completely private.

That sunny May morning was supposed to be perfect. My fiancé Sergei’s family mansion was impeccably prepared to welcome the guests. Waiters meticulously arranged crystal glasses, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh roses and fine champagne. The luxurious portraits framed in gold seemed to silently observe everything happening in the room.

— “Anastasia, have you noticed that Sergei is acting strangely today?” my mother-in-law whispered, glancing around anxiously.

I frowned. Indeed, Sergei had been tense all day. Now, he stood at the far end of the room, pressing his phone to his ear, his face rigid, as if he were hiding something.

— “Just pre-wedding nerves,” I tried to brush it off, adjusting my veil.

— “Look at this. Right now,” she murmured, slipping an envelope into my hands before quickly disappearing into the crowd, regaining her poised demeanor and polished social smile.

Curious and unsettled, I found a discreet corner and hastily unfolded the note. My heart stopped.

“Sergei and his family plan to get rid of you after the wedding. You are part of their scheme. They know about your family’s inheritance. Run if you want to live.”

My first instinct was to laugh. This had to be some kind of cruel joke from my mother-in-law. But then I recalled Sergei’s suspicious conversations, which he always cut short whenever I appeared. His sudden coldness, the secretive glances…

My eyes met his across the room. Sergei had ended his call and was now watching me. There was something different about his gaze—it wasn’t the man I had fallen in love with, but a stranger, a predator.

— “Nastya!” my bridesmaid called excitedly. — “It’s time!”

— “Coming! I just need to use the restroom!”

I ran out into the street through the service corridor, taking off my shoes.

I caught a taxi outside the gate and asked the driver to take me to the station. An hour later, I was already on a train to another city, dressed in purchases from the station store.

I wonder what story Sergei will come up with? Will he pretend to be a sad groom or will he show his true face?

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I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. A new life awaited me ahead.

Changing yourself for the sake of safety – that’s what fifteen years of practicing perfect coffee means.

“Your favorite cappuccino is ready,” I put the cup in front of a regular guest of a modest cafe on the outskirts of Kaliningrad. “And a blueberry muffin, as always?”

“You are too kind to me, Vera Andreyevna,” smiled the elderly professor, one of those who regularly warmed up our small coffee shop.

Now I was Vera. Anastasia dissolved in the past along with a white dress and broken hopes. I had to pay a lot for new documents, but the price turned out to be Fully worth it.

“What’s interesting in the world?” I nodded at his tablet, where he was scrolling through the latest news.

“Another businessman caught in fraud. Sergei Valerievich Romanov”

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My hand trembled, and the cup slightly clinked on the saucer. A face appeared on the screen – painfully familiar.

“The head of the holding company ‘RomanovGroup’ is suspected of major financial fraud.” And below, in small print: “Conversations continue around the strange disappearance of his fiancée 15 years ago.”

“Lena, do you understand what you’re saying? I can’t just go back!”

I was rushing around the rented apartment, holding the phone to my ear. Lena, the only one I trusted with the truth, spoke quickly and forcefully:

“Anastasia, listen! His company is under close scrutiny, he’s never been so vulnerable. This is your chance to get your life back!”

“What life? The one where I was a frivolous girl who almost became a victim of a murderer?”

“No, the one where you are Anastasia Vitalievna Sokolova, and not some Vera from the coffee shop!”

I froze in front of the mirror. The woman looking at me had become older and more cautious. The first silver threads had appeared in her hair, and a steel glint had appeared in her eyes.

“Lena, his mother saved my life back then. How is she now?”

“Vera Nikolaevna is in a nursing home. Sergei had long ago removed her from the company’s affairs. They say she asked too many questions.”

The Golden Autumn Nursing Home was located in a picturesque place outside the city. Introducing myself as a social worker (and the necessary papers were easily accessible thanks to my savings), I was easily led to Vera Nikolaevna.

She was sitting by the window in a chair – so fragile and aged that it took my breath away. But her eyes – those same, penetrating and tenacious – recognized me instantly.

“I knew you would come,” she said simply. – “Sit down, tell me how you lived these years.”

I told her about my new life – about cafes, quiet evenings with books, about how I learned to start over.

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She listened, nodding occasionally, and then said:

“He planned to stage an accident during his honeymoon on a yacht. Everything was prepared in advance.” Her voice trembled:

“And now he sent me here to live out my days because I began to dig up his affairs. Do you know how many of these ‘accidents’ have happened to his partners over the years?”

“Vera Nikolaevna,” I took her hand carefully. “Do you have evidence?”

She grinned:

“Darling, I have a whole safe of evidence. Do you think I’ve been silent all these years in vain? I was waiting. Waiting for you to come back.” The same steel spark that I saw every morning in the mirror lit up her gaze. “Well, dear” she squeezed my hand, “maybe we should give my son a belated wedding surprise?”

“Are you sure you’re one of the auditors?” the secretary looked at my documents with distrust.

“Exactly. The emergency audit is related to recent publications.”

The office allocated to me within the walls of “RomanovGroup” was located two floors below Sergei’s office. Every morning I watched his black Maybach arrive at the main entrance. Sergey had hardly changed – the same impeccable posture, elegant suit, the familiar look of a man who submits to everyone. His lawyers have successfully hushed up the scandal so far, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Margarita Olegovna, do you have a minute?” I turned to the chief accountant passing by. “Did it seem that way, or are there certain… discrepancies in the 2023 financial statements?”

The chief accountant turned noticeably pale. As Vera Nikolaevna had assumed, this woman knew too much and was looking for a way to clear her conscience.

“Nastya, something’s wrong,” Lena’s voice trembled in the phone. “They’ve been following me for two days now.”

“Calm down,” I locked the office. “Is the flash drive in a safe place?”

“Yes, but Sergei’s people…”

“Be ready. And remember – tomorrow at ten, as agreed.”

I went to the window. Two strong guys in civilian clothes were looming at the entrance. The company’s security service began to worry. It was time to speed things up.

“Sergei Valerievich, you have a guest,” the secretary could barely contain the trembling in her voice.

“I gave clear instructions – don’t let anyone in!”

“She says… that you abandoned her at the altar fifteen years ago.”

A heavy silence hung in the office. I resolutely entered, without waiting for permission.

Sergei slowly raised his head from the documents. His face froze into a mask.

“You…”

“Hello, dear. Didn’t expect this?”

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He abruptly pressed the button on the phone:

“Security to me!”

“No need,” I put the folder on the table. “The investigation already has your documents. Margarita Olegovna turned out to be surprisingly talkative. And your mother… she spent many years collecting dirt on you.”

His hand reached for the desk drawer.

“I don’t advise it,” I warned. “Shooting will cause unnecessary noise. And the prosecutor’s office is already waiting at the main entrance.”

For the first time, I saw fear appear on his face.

“What do you want?” he muttered.

“The truth. Tell me about the yacht. About the ‘accident’ that was planned.”

He leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed:

“And you’ve grown up, Anastasia. Yes, I was going to eliminate you. Your inheritance was supposed to be an investment for the business. And then… I had to play the role of a saddened groom for many years, so that no one would ask unnecessary questions.”

“And how many lives have you taken over these years?”

“This is business, babe. There is no place for feelings here.”

The noise behind the door became louder – the investigators were approaching.

“You know what?” I leaned towards him. “Thank you to your mother. Not only did she save my life, but she also taught me patience: sometimes you need to wait a long time to strike the right blow.”

Three months later, I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop in Kaliningrad. The TV screen was broadcasting a court hearing – Sergei was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. That’s how long I spent wandering.

“Your cappuccino, professor,” I put the cup in front of a regular customer.

“Thank you, Vera… I mean Anastasia.” he smiled sheepishly. “Now will you return to your old life?”

“You know, professor… Maybe my old life wasn’t real? Maybe I’m just starting a full life now. I bought this coffee shop and am staying here.”

It was raining outside, filling the air with the freshness of freedom.

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