A heavily pregnant taxi driver offers a homeless and injured stranger a free ride to the hospital on a rainy night. The next morning, she wakes up to a parade of SUVs outside her house. Suited men knock on her door with a truth that alters her life forever.
After two years behind the wheel, Cleo had seen every kind of passenger a taxi could carry: the 3 a.m. party crowds stumbling over their feet, families racing to catch flights, and guilty-looking businessmen who reeked of cocktails and bad decisions. She’d heard every story, dried more than a few tears, and learned to read people before they even opened her cab door.
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The yellow cab’s headlights cut through the November fog as Cleo guided her taxi down the empty streets of downtown that night.
Her back ached and the baby seemed determined to practice gymnastics against her ribs. At eight months pregnant, her night shift was getting harder. But bills don’t pay themselves, right?
“Just a few more hours, my love,” she whispered, rubbing her swollen belly. “Then we can go home to Chester.”
The baby kicked in response, making her smile despite everything. Chester, her orange tabby, was probably sprawled across her pillow at home, shedding orange fur everywhere. These days, that cat was the closest thing Cleo had as a family.
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The mention of home brought unwanted memories flooding back. Five months ago, she’d bounded up those same stairs to their apartment, her heart racing with excitement.
She’d planned everything perfectly — the candle-lit dinner, her husband Mark’s favorite lasagna, the little pair of baby shoes she’d wrapped in silver paper.
“We’re having a baby, honey!” she’d said, sliding the package across the table.
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Mark had stared at the shoes, his face draining of color. The silence stretched until Cleo couldn’t bear it.
“Say something.”
“I can’t do this, Cleo.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?”
“Jessica’s pregnant too. With my child. Three months along.”
The candles had burned low as Cleo’s world collapsed. Jessica. His secretary. The woman he’d sworn was “just a friend.”
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“How long were you cheating on me?”
“Does it matter?”
It hadn’t, really. Within a week, Mark was gone. Within two, he’d cleaned out their joint account. Now, at 32, Cleo worked double shifts, trying to save enough for when the baby arrived.
“Your father might have forgotten about us,” she whispered to her bump, forcing back tears as she snapped back to the moment, “but we’re gonna make it. You’ll see.”
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But that night, just three weeks before her due date, with her ankles swollen and her maternity uniform straining against her belly, Cleo encountered something different.
The clock read 11:43 p.m. when she spotted him — a lone figure stumbling along the highway’s shoulder.
Through the haze of street lamps and drizzling rain, he emerged like a ghost from the shadows of 42nd Street. Even from a distance, something about him made her pulse quicken.
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His clothes hung in dirty tatters and his dark hair plastered his face in wet ropes. He cradled one arm against his chest, dragging his right leg as he stumbled along the empty sidewalk.
Cleo’s hand instinctively moved to her rounded belly as she watched the man through the windshield. She should have been home an hour ago, curled up with Chester, who always purred against her stomach as if serenading the baby.
But something about this man’s desperation, the way he swayed with each step as if fighting to stay upright, made her grip her steering wheel tighter instead of driving away.
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In her two years of driving nights, Cleo had learned to spot trouble. And everything about this scene screamed danger.
Through the fog, she made out more details. He was a young guy, maybe mid-20s, in what had once been expensive clothes.
He clutched his right arm, and even in the dim light, she could see dark crimson stains on his sleeve. His face was a mess of bruises, one eye swollen shut.
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A car appeared in her rearview mirror, moving fast. The man’s head snapped up, terror written across his face. He tried to run but stumbled.
“Don’t do it, Cleo,” she whispered. “Not tonight. Not when you’re eight months pregnant.”
But she was already pulling over.
Rolling down her window just a crack, she called out, “You okay? Need help?”
The stranger jerked around, his eyes wide with fear. Sweat fused in dark crimson trickled from a cut above his eyebrow. “I just need to get somewhere safe.”
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The approaching car’s engine roared louder.
“Get in!” Cleo unlocked the doors. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
The guy climbed in and collapsed into the backseat as Cleo hit the gas. The pursuing car’s headlights flooded her mirror.
“They’re still coming,” he panted, ducking low. “Thank you. Most wouldn’t stop.”
Cleo’s heart hammered. “Hold on.”
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She took a sharp right, then another, weaving through side streets she knew by heart. The car behind them kept pace.
“Who are they?” she asked, taking another sharp turn that made her passenger grab the door handle.
“Faster… faster. They’ll catch us…”
A second set of headlights appeared ahead. They were being boxed in.
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“Trust me?” Cleo asked, already turning the wheel.
“What?”
She cut through an abandoned parking lot, scraping under a partially lowered gate. The pursuing cars couldn’t follow and the gap was barely big enough for her taxi.
“Two years of dodging drunk passengers who don’t want to pay,” she explained, checking her mirror. No headlights. “Never thought those skills would come in handy tonight.”
The baby kicked hard, making her wince.
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“You’re pregnant,” the stranger said, noticing her discomfort. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ve put you both in danger.”
“Sometimes the biggest risk is doing nothing.” She met his eyes in the mirror. “I’m Cleo.”
“Thank you, Cleo. Most people… they would’ve just ignored me.”
“Yeah, well, most people haven’t learned how quickly life can change.”
After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at the hospital. Before stepping out, the man grabbed her arm gently.
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“Why did you stop?” His good eye studied her face.
“The world’s not exactly kind to taxi drivers these days, especially not pregnant ones working alone at night.”
Cleo thought about it. “This morning, I watched a woman step over a homeless man having a seizure. Didn’t even pause her phone call. I promised myself I wouldn’t become that person… someone so scared of the world that they forget their humanity.”
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He nodded slowly. “You didn’t have to do this. Because what you did tonight… it’s beyond your understanding.”
Cleo hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting his. She gave a small, reassuring smile.
With that, she turned and walked toward her waiting taxi. As she stepped inside, she glanced back one last time, whispering, “What did he mean?”
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The rest of the night was a blur. Cleo went home, had a simple dinner, and fed her cat. But her mind was a jumbled mess, replaying the events of the night as she drifted off to sleep.
A loud rumble of engines jolted her awake from her sleep the next morning. Chester abandoned his spot on her pillow, his fur standing on end as if he were cornered by the neighbor’s dog.
“What is it, Chester?” Cleo fought her way out of bed and froze at the window.
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A motorcade of sleek black SUVs, at least a dozen, lined her modest street. Men in dark suits and earpieces moved with military precision, setting up a perimeter around her house.
“Oh God. Who are these men? Had I helped a criminal last night?” Cleo gasped.
A knock interrupted her racing thoughts. Peering through the peephole, she saw three men. One was sharply dressed in an expensive suit, another wore an earpiece, and the third was eerily familiar.
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“No way,” she whispered, recognizing the stranger from the previous night.
Gone were the torn clothes and crimson stains, replaced by an impeccable suit that probably cost more than her monthly fare.
She opened the door with trembling hands.
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“Ma’am!” the first man bowed slightly. “I’m James, head of security for the Atkinson family. This is Mr. Atkinson and his son, Archie, whom you helped last night.”
The world tilted. The Atkinsons — the billionaire family whose tech empire dominated headlines. Their son had been kidnapped three days ago, the ransom set at 50 million.
And she’d picked him up on the side of the road.
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“They had me for three days,” Archie explained, perched on her worn couch while Chester sniffed his shoes. “When they moved me last night, I saw my chance to escape at the gas station. But they were close. If you hadn’t stopped—”
“The men pursuing you,” his father added, “were captured an hour after you dropped Archie at the hospital. Your quick thinking didn’t just save my son, it helped us catch a dangerous kidnapping ring.”
Mr. Atkinson then held out an envelope. Inside was a check that made Cleo’s legs go weak.
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“Sir, this is too much. I can’t—”
“It’s nothing compared to what you did,” he smiled gently. “Consider it an investment in both your futures!” he said, glancing at her belly. “No child should start life wondering how their mother will provide for them.”
Tears spilled down Cleo’s cheeks as Chester jumped onto Archie’s lap, purring loudly.
“There’s more,” Archie added, leaning forward. “We want you to run our foundation’s new community safety initiative. The world needs more people who aren’t afraid to stop and help. People like you, Cleo.”
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“If you ever need anything, please call us,” Mr. Atkinson said, handing a business card, his voice soft with sincerity and gratitude. “We’re forever indebted to you.”
Cleo smiled and a weak, “Thank you!” escaped her lips as tears of joy and relief filled her eyes.
As they left, she felt the weight of the past few months lift. For the first time since Mark walked out, she allowed herself to believe things might just turn out to be okay.
Cleo looked down at her belly, smiling through her tears. “Heard that, little one? Looks like Mommy’s night job just got an upgrade. And we did it by just being human!”
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You Won’t Believe What Made Me Oversleep on My College Entrance Exams
A Race Against Time
On the morning of my medical college entrance exam, I woke up late to find that all my alarms were mysteriously turned off. As I hurried to get ready, my 8-year-old brother stepped in with a plan that would save the day.
Since I was young, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. After my mom died of cancer, that dream became even stronger. I wanted to help people like her, learn more about the disease that took her away, and support others in their battles against it.
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I worked for this moment for years, going through late nights, countless books, and more exams than I could count. Today, all that hard work was about to pay off: it was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.
Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone—6:00 a.m., 6:15 a.m., and 6:30 a.m. I even left my curtains open so that the sunlight would wake me up. As I lay in bed, I thought of my mom and promised myself that I’d make her proud.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, something felt wrong. It was dark, too dark. I reached for my phone, and my heart sank—9:55 a.m. My exam started at 10:00.
“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” I threw off my blankets and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.
“I know I set these!” I muttered, my hands shaking as I got dressed quickly. My mind raced with questions. How did this happen?
I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed, with my hair everywhere. “Linda!” I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. “Linda, please! I need a ride to the college. My exam is in five minutes!”
She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly, watching me with a look I couldn’t quite understand. She raised an eyebrow, giving me a look that was as cold as her coffee cup was hot.
“You’re late already,” she said flatly. “Maybe next time, you should learn to set an alarm properly.”
“I did set them!” I almost shouted, feeling frustrated and panicked. “I triple-checked. They were on, all three of them.”
She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. “Clearly, you didn’t. Maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school. If you can’t even wake up on time, how will you handle something serious, like a patient?”
I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. This couldn’t be real. My stepmom wouldn’t do this to me, would she?
I turned toward the door, knowing I’d never make it on foot but feeling I had to try. Just as I reached for the handle, I heard a small voice behind me.
“I know who did it,” my little brother Jason said, his voice shaky but his eyes steady.
I turned, confused. “Jason, what are you talking about?”
He took a small step forward, looking at Linda cautiously. “I saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.”
Linda shot him a sharp look. “Jason, stop making up stories,” she hissed.
Jason gulped but didn’t back down. “I’m not lying! I saw you go into her room, pick up her phone, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn’t need to be at that stupid exam anyway.”
My mind was spinning. I looked at Linda, searching her face for denial, for any sign she’d say it was a misunderstanding. But she just sighed, crossing her arms.
“You know what, Emily?” she said coolly, her voice hardening. “Fine. Yes, I did it. You’re not fit to be a doctor. It’s a waste of time and money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.”
“Like… your beauty salon?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, getting louder as they approached our house.
Jason, now holding my hand, gave me a small, hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Em. I called for help.”
Linda’s face hardened as she looked at Jason, who stood by my side. “You seriously did this?” she asked, barely able to speak.
Jason’s small voice cut through the tension. “You are the bad guy, Linda,” he said, his eyes fierce despite his small size. “Emily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.”
Linda’s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the wailing sirens outside grew louder. I watched her look toward the window, her eyes widening with surprise.
The front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside. One of them, a tall man, spoke with calm authority. “Is everything alright here?”
Jason didn’t hesitate. “I called you,” he said, standing tall despite his age. “My sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss it.”
The officer’s eyes moved to Linda, who immediately pretended to be innocent. “This is absurd!” she scoffed, folding her arms. “They’re just children, making things up because they’re late.”
But the other officer, a woman with kind eyes, knelt down to Jason’s level. “You called us to help your sister?” she asked gently.
Jason nodded vigorously. “Yes. Emily studied so hard, and she was ready. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss her test.”
The officers exchanged glances, then turned to me. “Is that true?” the male officer asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling the weight of everything settle over me. “I have to get to my college right now, or I’ll lose my chance to take the exam.”
The officers nodded and exchanged another glance. “Alright, young lady,” the female officer said, standing up, “We’re going to get you there.”
Linda’s face twisted with disbelief. “Wait, you’re actually going to escort her?” she stammered, frustration evident in her voice. “This is ridiculous!”
“It’s our job to help people,” the officer replied, coolly dismissing Linda. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”
I turned to Jason, who was smiling proudly, a little hero in his own right. “Thank you, Jason,” I whispered, hugging him tight. “You saved me.”
As I left with the officers, Linda’s face showed a mix of fury and disbelief. The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring, weaving through traffic as we approached the college. My heart pounded in my chest, but this time, it was with determination.
At the exam center, we arrived just minutes before the doors were set to close. The officers stepped out with me, guiding me toward the entrance.
One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Ma’am, the exam is about to begin,” he said, glancing at the officers.
The policewoman explained quickly. “This young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she’s here now. I understand if you can’t make exceptions, but if there’s any way she can sit for the exam…”
The proctor’s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, as if weighing my sincerity, then gave a brief nod. “Alright. Go on in.”
“Thank you,” I managed, barely believing I’d made it.
I found my seat, still shaken but refusing to let the morning’s events get the best of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.
Hours later, I walked out of the exam room, exhausted but relieved. The officers who had helped me were gone, but I felt their kindness with every step as I headed home. Jason was waiting on the front steps, and he jumped up as soon as he saw me.
“Did you do it?” he asked eagerly, his eyes bright with hope.
I nodded, a smile breaking out despite my exhaustion. “I did, thanks to you.”
He threw his arms around me. “I knew you could.”
Inside, my dad was waiting. His face was pale, and his mouth was set in a grim line. He had been waiting for me to come home to hear everything. Jason took the lead, explaining every detail of what had happened while I was gone.
My dad’s face grew red with anger, his eyes narrowing as he looked over at Linda, who was trying to look calm and unaffected. “Is this true?” he demanded, his voice trembling with restrained fury.
Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I… I was just trying to keep her from a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to go so far,” she mumbled, finally looking cornered.
“You sabotaged her dreams because of your own selfishness,” my dad said coldly. “You’re not staying here another night.”
Linda’s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly. “Pack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.”
Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.
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