Son Talks to Mom Only on Video Call for 7 Years, Sees Deserted House When He Finally Visits – Story of the Day

A woman finally got a good job when her son left for college and paid for everything he needed since then. Seven years passed, and they only talked through a screen, but one day, he returned and couldn’t believe what had happened.

“Chris, don’t worry about anything. I’m paying for as much as I can. Whatever you need, call me,” Olive told her son at the train station. He was on his way to New York for college, and she had finally landed a well-paying job.

However, for most of his life until then, she couldn’t afford much. His presents were always second-hand, as she raised him alone and studied at night. He never lacked food or shelter, but Olive always felt guilty for not being able to give him the things his friends had.

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She finally got a decent salary and was ready to give him anything he wanted.

“Thank you, Mom,” Chris said, hugged her, and got on the train.

He knocked on the door. No response. He looked through the window and couldn’t believe it. There was nothing inside.

***

“Mrs. Franklin, you should come to visit! I’m so huge now!” Chris’ fiancée, Rosalie, told her through the computer screen.

Chris had met her during his junior year, and they were both about to graduate. However, Rosalie found out she was pregnant, and they got engaged. Sadly, Olive had yet to meet her in person because they were both studying so hard, and Rosalie couldn’t travel much in her condition.

Meanwhile, Olive couldn’t visit either because she was working extra hard. Over the years, she took on more and more hours at work despite her excellent salary because she was paying for Chris’ college, his housing, his expenses, and her own. However, she lived as frugally as possible.

“Soon, Rosalie! I hope to meet you soon. When I get a free moment,” Olive nodded, and finally, Chris appeared on the screen. He told Rosalie he needed to talk to his mother, and she left the room.

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“Mom, I wanted to ask you something,” Chris started, scratching the back of his head. “Since Rosalie and I are going to graduate soon and have a baby, I was wondering if you could help me with a house. We looked at one already. It’s in New Jersey because there’s no way we could live in the city, but it’s beautiful. It reminds me of home.”

Olive stared at her son for a while and thought hard. “Well, I… don’t know,” she muttered, thinking about her savings and hard work. She was finally planning for retirement.

“Please,” Chris begged and talked about the house cost and how much they would need for a down payment. He also said that Rosalie didn’t have anything because she had no family to help out.

“Ok, Chris, ok. I think we can work something out,” Olive finally said. She would have to deplete her entire savings and, maybe, live even more frugally. But it was possible.

“Thank you! Thank you, Mom! I don’t know what I would do without you!” Chris said, almost crying on the video call, and Olive smiled, knowing it was all worth it.

***

“I wish you guys could come this Christmas,” Olive commented in front of her computer, as she did many times over the years. Her son had left her house seven years ago and had not returned to his Maryland hometown. All they did was video chat. She was missing her granddaughter’s life and hated it. But everyone was busy.

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Olive worked now more than ever because she still helped her son often and had depleted her savings a second time when he wanted to start a business. She never asked him for anything in return but wished they would at least visit, as she couldn’t.

“We can’t, Mom. Not this year,” Chris said, shaking his head. “But thank you for the gifts you already sent Mallory. She loves them. You’re an amazing grandma.”

“Put her on the screen,” Olive requested gently and watched her granddaughter longing to hold her in her arms.

***

Olive didn’t know that Chris was finally planning to visit her. He couldn’t buy plane tickets for Rosalie and Mallory to come with him, but he was finally happy to see his mother.

However, his taxi stopped in front of his house, and Chris frowned. It was 9 p.m., and the lights were completely out. Chris told his cad driver to wait for a second and got out. The porch furniture was gone. The plants her mother loved were also missing. The garden was overgrown, and even the welcome mat was absent.

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He knocked on the door. No response. He looked through the window and couldn’t believe it. There was nothing inside. Did Mom move? Why didn’t she tell me? he wondered, concerned.

“Chris? Is that you?” a female voice asked.

He turned around and saw Mrs. Torres, an old woman who had lived next door to them all his life. “Mrs. Torres. Hi, there!”

“What are you doing here, kid?” she asked.

“I’m here to see Mom. Do you know where she is?” he asked, frowning.

“Oh, dear. Your mother moved away about two years ago. She sold that house, but the new owners moved just a few weeks ago. I don’t know who’ll be moving in now,” Mrs. Torres said, her forehead wrinkling as she rambled on.

“She never told me,” Chris muttered. “Do you know where she is?”

“Sure, I have her address written. Come with me,” Mrs. Torres went to her house and gave him a piece of paper.

Chris read the address and frowned. The address pointed to a side of town that wasn’t too nice. “Do you know why she moved there?” he asked the older woman.

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“No, honey. But I know she has a roommate now,” Mrs. Torres shrugged, and Chris was even more baffled.

He finally got back in his taxi and gave him the new address. He reached an apartment complex with run-down paintwork on a poorly lit street. It was terrible. Also, he quickly entered the building and went up easily because there was no security.

“Chris? What are you doing here?” Olive asked, shocked when she answered the door.

“Mom! What is going on? Why did you sell the house?” Chris questioned, dismayed and bewildered.

“Oh, Chris. Come in,” she sighed and ushered her son into her tiny living room.

Olive explained that the first time he asked her for money for the house, she had some savings and depleted him to buy them the house. However, when Chris asked her for money for his business, she had not saved anything and decided to sell her house and give him almost all the profit.

Chris was shocked by this news and the fact that he had been so oblivious. So careless. Such a lousy son. “Why didn’t you say anything? Mom! I wouldn’t have taken that money if I’d known,” he muttered, breathless.

“But I wanted you to succeed, sweetie. I failed to give you so much when you were younger, I just didn’t…” she tried to explain, but Chris cut her off.

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“Mom, you gave me everything I ever needed. I only asked because I thought you had it. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for not asking about you. I’m sorry for not visiting. I’m so sorry you have to live in this part of town and with a roommate at your age, for God’s sake!” Chris apologized, frustrated tears coming out of his eyes.

Olive teared up as well and hugged her son dearly while Chris made her so many promises. He called Rosalie that night, explained everything, and they both agreed that it was time to move Olive closer to them. Luckily, she got a new job in New Jersey quickly.

Eventually, they built an in-law suite for her so that Olive wouldn’t miss another second of her granddaughter’s life. And slowly but surely, Chris repaid his mother for every penny she had given him for the house and business – which took off exponentially and allowed them to live comfortably. But most of all, Chris never allowed Olive to sacrifice anything else again.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Visit and talk to your parents as much as possible, especially those who give you everything unconditionally. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a mother like Olive, and Chris should’ve checked on her more often.
  • Don’t feel guilty if you can’t buy your kids the same as other parents. All they need is your love. Children don’t need fancy new sneakers or the latest games. All they need is your support and love.

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Minutes Before My Wedding, I Learned the Truth—So I Ran

Minutes before I walked down the aisle to marry the man I thought I’d spend my life with, my world crumbled. A truth so devastating unraveled that I couldn’t face him or our guests. So, I fled. Mascara streaking my face, I ran in my wedding dress down the highway.

We’ve all heard stories about runaway brides, but I never thought I’d become one.

There I was, ditching my own wedding. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t go through with it because minutes before the ceremony, I discovered something about Grant that turned my world upside down.

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

I’ve always believed life has a way of falling into place when the timing is right.

By thirty, I had everything I ever wanted. A good job in marketing, a beautiful home, and the love of my life, Grant, by my side.

We’d been together for as long as I could remember. We met in high school when I was sixteen, and from that moment, we were inseparable.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

Grant was everything I’d ever dreamed of in a partner. He was perfect, and he had this way of making me feel like the most important person in the world. After all, that’s what all of us want to feel like, right?

“I’ll always be by your side, Sadie,” he once told me during a quiet evening at the beach.

“And I’ll always be by yours,” I replied, squeezing his hand. “No matter what.”

We talked about our future often. We wanted to get married, start a family, and grow old together.

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A couple sitting together | Source: Pexels

“You’re my forever,” he whispered one night, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Those words stayed with me. Even through the ups and downs of life, I believed we’d make it through anything.

So, when he proposed three years ago, I was the happiest woman alive.

It was a perfect day. Grant took me to our favorite spot by the lake, got down on one knee, and asked me to marry him.

“Yes!” I cried, barely letting him finish his question.

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A man holding a woman’s hand | Source: Pexels

We celebrated that night with friends and family, and I couldn’t stop smiling. This was it. My life was finally falling into place.

The next three years flew by in a blur of wedding planning and work. Grant was busy with his job, and I threw myself into making sure our wedding day would be perfect.

To be honest, it was. Until it wasn’t.

I couldn’t have imagined how quickly things would take a turn for the worse.

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A woman on her big day | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward to our wedding day.

The church was beautifully decorated with white roses and delicate fairy lights, just as I’d envisioned. Meanwhile, I felt like a princess in my stunning lace gown.

I stood at the back of the church, clutching my bouquet, as my heart raced with anticipation. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Walking down the aisle to the man I loved.

But before I could take a single step, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

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A close-up shot of wedding aisle decor | Source: Pexels

“Sadie,” my best friend, Lila, called out. Her face was pale, and her hands shook as she clutched her phone. “I need to talk to you.”

I frowned. “Lila, now? We’re about to start.”

She shook her head fiercely. “No, you need to see this right now.”

I set my bouquet down, confusion turning to dread as I took her phone. The screen showed a Reddit thread.

“Read the post,” Lila urged, her voice trembling. “I found it by accident. It just… popped up.”

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A woman using a phone | Source: Pexels

My heart skipped a beat as I scrolled.

The post was titled, When your fiancé celebrates with someone who’s not the bride.

And then my gaze landed on a photo of Grant.

It was taken at his bachelor party two nights before. In the picture, he sat with a woman on his lap. They were kissing.

I stared at the screen, the image burning into my mind.

I could barely process the caption beneath the photo, “Guess she’s not the one walking down the aisle this weekend.”

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A bride looking at her friend’s phone | Source: Midjourney

“This can’t be real,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Sadie…” Lila placed a hand on my arm, steadying me. “It is. I double-checked. That’s him. That’s Grant.”

I dropped onto the nearest chair, my legs too weak to hold me.

Grant? The man I’d loved for years? My Grant?

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t digest that a photo of my fiancé kissing another woman was circulating online, being dissected by strangers.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered.

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An upset bride on her wedding day | Source: Midjourney

That’s when Lila knelt beside me.

“Sadie, you don’t have to,” she said. “You don’t owe him anything. But you need to decide now.”

I looked at her through tears. “What am I supposed to do? There are 150 people waiting for me out there.”

“Forget them,” she said firmly. “This is about you. What do you want to do?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Every instinct told me to confront Grant, demand answers. But how? In front of everyone?

No. I couldn’t do it. Not like this.

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An upset bride thinking about her life | Source: Midjourney

“I’m leaving,” I said while grabbing my things. “I’m done.”

Lila stood, nodding. “I’ll cover for you as long as I can.”

Without looking back, I left the bridal suite. I didn’t know where I was going, but I just kept walking, past the church, past the guests waiting inside.

Cars sped by, honking occasionally at the sight of a bride walking along the highway. My dress dragged through the dirt, and mascara streaked down my face. I must have looked like something out of a sad country song.

Then, a pickup truck pulled over.

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A pickup truck | Source: Pexels

I wiped my eyes and glanced up, surprised to see a man leaning out the window.

“Sadie?” he called, his voice unsure. “Is that you?”

I looked at him and immediately recognized him from photos. It was Ethan. Grant’s older brother.

He’d never come to visit while I was with Grant, but I knew who he was. The black sheep of the family, they called him.

“What happened?” Ethan asked, his brows knitting in concern. “Why are you out here like this? Get in. I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”

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A man sitting in his car | Source: Midjourney

I shook my head. “Only if you promise to drive me away.”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Deal.”

I nodded and climbed into the truck.

As we drove, I finally let it all out. The betrayal, the photo, and the humiliation.

Ethan listened quietly, handing me tissues as I sobbed. “What a jerk,” he muttered at one point, making me laugh through my tears.

It felt good to talk.

But just as I started to relax, Ethan slammed on the brakes.

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A man holding a steering wheel | Source: Pexels

“What are you doing, Ethan?” I yelped, my heart racing.

Ethan looked at me, guilt etched across his face. “Sadie, I’m sorry. I have to.”

Before I could ask what he meant, he turned the truck around. We were heading straight back to the wedding.

“I can’t go back there,” I said, my voice cracking. “They’re all going to see me like this and I don’t want that! They’ll think I ran away because—”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Ethan cut me off. “The person who should be humiliated is Grant. Not you. You’ll expose him. Tell everyone what he really is.”

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A serious man driving a car | Source: Midjourney

I wanted to argue, to insist he drop me off anywhere but there. But deep down, I knew Ethan was right. The truth had to come out.

“You’ll be there with me?” I whispered.

He nodded. “Every step of the way.”

When we pulled into the church parking lot, the guests were already trickling out. The ceremony had clearly been canceled, but some family members lingered near the entrance, including Grant.

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A groom standing in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

My heart pounded as I climbed out of the truck. Lila spotted me first and rushed over.

“Sadie!” she cried, relief flooding her face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I nodded. “I need to do this.”

Grant’s eyes locked on me as I walked toward him with Ethan by my side. His expression shifted from confusion to anger the moment he saw Ethan.

“Where the heck have you been?” Grant snapped. “What’s he doing here?”

I ignored his questions.

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A bride standing in a parking lot | Source: Midjourney

Then, I pulled out my phone, opened the post Lila had shown me, and held it up for everyone to see.

“This is why I left,” I announced. “Grant was with another woman two nights ago at his bachelor party.”

Gasps rippled through the small crowd as they looked at the photo.

“That’s not what it looks like!” Grant argued. “It’s taken out of context!”

“Out of context?” I shot back. “How do you explain kissing another woman while celebrating your bachelor party?!”

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A bride looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

Grant opened his mouth to speak, but Ethan stepped in front of me, cutting him off.

“Don’t,” Ethan said firmly. “You’ve done enough.”

Grant’s face contorted with fury. “Stay out of this, Ethan! This has nothing to do with you!”

“That doesn’t mean you can get away with this, Grant!” Ethan yelled. “You can’t cheat on Sadie like that!”

At that point, Grant lunged forward and pushed Ethan, but thankfully, Grant’s friends held him back. Their father also came forward and helped Ethan get up.

That day marked the end of my relationship with Grant. I never spoke to him again.

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A woman standing near a window | Source: Pexels

But Ethan? We stayed in touch.

Over the following weeks, I learned about his struggles. A failing family farm and a mountain of debt that Grant had refused to help him with.

Ethan was planning to sell his pickup truck, his last possession of value, to stay afloat.

That’s when I had an idea.

I took the money I’d saved for my honeymoon and offered to help Ethan turn his farm into a farm-to-table subscription box business.

It was a risk, but it paid off.

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A green field near a house | Source: Pexels

A year later, Ethan invited me back to the farm. The fields were thriving, the business was booming, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

And standing there, side by side with Ethan, I realized I’d gained something far better than a husband. I’d found a loyal partner and the best friend I never knew I needed.

I’m so grateful to Lila for showing me that Reddit post. Otherwise, I would’ve married Grant without knowing what kind of a person he truly was.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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