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When my 5-year-old daughter, Lily, handed me the letter she’d written to Santa, I expected toys and gadgets. But her last wish made my stomach drop. It wasn’t about her. It was about her grandma and my husband. Her innocent words left me questioning my marriage and wondering what was happening behind my back.

There’s something magical about raising a 5-year-old.

My daughter, Lily, is the light of my life. She’s got the kind of curiosity that makes every day an adventure.

Whether it’s her endless questions about why the sky is blue or her fascination with how cookies bake in the oven, Lily’s wonder keeps me on my toes and fills our home with laughter.

I’ve been married to Jeff for six years, and life has been mostly smooth sailing. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but we’ve managed to build a good life together.

As Christmas approached, Lily was bubbling with excitement to write her annual letter to Santa. It’s a tradition we’ve had since her very first Christmas when she was too young to hold a crayon.

This year, she insisted on doing most of it herself.

“I’m a big girl now, Mommy!” she declared, holding up a red marker with an exaggerated look of determination.

I decided to make it extra special by sitting with her to brainstorm her wishes. I figured there’d be a few predictable requests. Something pink, something glittery, maybe a toy she saw on TV. And for the most part, that’s exactly how it went.

“I want a kitchen set,” she began. “A camera like James has, a smartwatch like Pam’s, and… oh, I want Grandma to play with me, not with Dad.”

What did she just say? I thought.

“Grandma?” I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “My mom or Daddy’s mom?”

“Yours,” she replied. “She comes when I’m usually asleep, around three p.m. One time, I woke up and heard something. I saw Grandma’s bag and heard her voice in your bedroom. When I went in, Daddy was putting on his shirt. When I asked Grandma to play, they said they’d already played, so Grandma was leaving.”

I couldn’t believe her words. I thought she was making this up.

I laughed nervously. “Honey, I think you dreamed that. Grandma doesn’t—”

“No, I saw her,” Lily interrupted firmly. “And she really was there.”

I shrugged it off, trying not to read into it. But a seed of doubt had already been planted.

Over the next few days, Lily’s innocent words kept replaying in my mind, no matter how much I told myself it was probably just a misunderstanding.

My mom and… my husband? No, it couldn’t be. Jeff adored me, and my mom was, well, my mom. But still, there were little things I couldn’t ignore.

For one, Mom had been dropping by more often in the afternoons, but only when I wasn’t home.

I called her to ask about it.

“Why don’t you come when I’m around, Mom?” I asked casually. “It’s been weeks since I last saw you.”

“I just stopped by while going home from work,” she told me. “We’ll meet soon, honey.”

“Work? Oh. How’s it going?” I asked.

“It’s… okay,” she replied. “I’ve been thinking about switching my career now. I told you about it before as well. I—”

“Mom, please!” I cut her off. “You’re a lawyer and that’s perfect!”

That’s all I got whenever I called her. She never visited when I was home.

And then there was Jeff.

Lately, he’d been complaining about back pain, wincing every time he stood up or bent down. When I asked about it, he brushed me off with a quick, “It’s nothing serious.”

But now, that casual dismissal felt like another puzzle piece I couldn’t fit.

The first real red flag came a few days later when I was cleaning out a drawer in our bedroom. I found a small, nearly empty bottle of lavender massage oil tucked behind some old socks.

It wasn’t mine, and I didn’t remember seeing it before.

“What’s this?” I asked Jeff, holding up the bottle.

“Oh, that’s your mom’s,” he replied with a shrug. “She’s been, uh, using it for her back.”

“For her back?” I repeated.

“Yeah, she left it here by accident,” he said nonchalantly, walking away before I could ask anything else.

Something about his tone didn’t sit right with me. And then Lily’s comments replayed in my mind.

Is Jeff hiding something from me? I thought. Did Lily really see Mom and Jeff in our bedroom?

These thoughts were making me go crazy, and what made things worse was Mom’s behavior lately.

So, the thing is, my mom’s always been polished and professional. She’s this proud lawyer who’d wear heels even to casual family dinners.

But recently, she’d traded her usual tailored suits for yoga pants and oversized tees.

“What’s up with the new outfits, Mom?” I asked her one day.

“Oh, nothing,” she smiled. Just trying to relax more.”

Her answer made sense, but not if I analyzed it with Lily’s words ringing in my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder why her sudden transformation coincided with her secret visits to my place.

Then there were her hushed conversations with Jeff.

One night, I walked past the living room and saw them sitting close, their heads bent together. Mom was whispering, “We’ll have to keep this between us. She wouldn’t understand.”

Jeff nodded but they both went silent the moment they saw me.

“Everything okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Fine!” Mom chirped, standing quickly and brushing her hands on her pants. “Just discussing, uh, holiday plans.”

It didn’t feel fine. And Jeff’s behavior didn’t help. He’d started acting overly attentive, bringing me coffee in bed, folding laundry without being asked, and even volunteering to pick up groceries.

I should’ve been happy, but it felt off. It felt like he was trying too hard.

At that point, I was sure something was happening behind my back, but I wasn’t certain if confronting Mom and Jeff directly would help.

I knew I had to do something myself.

The final straw came on a random Tuesday. I was packing Lily’s lunch when she casually asked if her grandma would visit.

“She always comes on Tuesdays,” she said.

“Really?” I asked. “Maybe she might come this time as well.”

And that was the point when I decided it was time to find out the truth.

That day, I left work early, determined to catch whatever was happening.

As I pulled into the driveway, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. I quietly opened the door and stepped inside.

The house was silent, but faint murmurs drifted from upstairs. I quietly crept up the stairs, and my heart pounded louder with each step.

I stopped by the bedroom door. My breath caught as I heard Jeff sigh.

“That’s perfect,” he murmured.

I couldn’t wait any longer, so I flung the door open and froze.

What I saw wasn’t what I had imagined.

My mother was there, yes.

She was perched on the edge of the bed, her hands pressing firmly into Jeff’s back. His shirt was off, but it wasn’t the romantic, scandalous scene I’d feared.

It looked like a… MASSAGE.

Both of them turned to me with startled expressions, as if I were the intruder.

“What are you doing here, Mom?” I demanded.

Mom blushed, fumbling with the small bottle of lavender massage oil beside her.

“Brisa, I — this isn’t what it looks like,” she stammered.

“Oh, so it’s not you sneaking into my house every afternoon to play with my husband?” I shot back.

“Brisa, calm down,” Jeff said. “It’s nothing like that.”

Mom sighed, setting the oil down.

“Okay, I can explain,” she cleared her throat. “I’d been thinking about a career change, Brisa. I told you as well, remember?”

I nodded.

“I want to be a massage therapist, honey. And Jeff, well, he’s been having terrible back pain, so he agreed to let me practice on him.”

“What?” I blurted out. “But why didn’t you guys tell me?”

“I thought you wouldn’t understand,” she said. “You see, no one took me seriously when I said I wanted to change my career. You weren’t ready to accept that I didn’t want to be a lawyer anymore, and your dad also thought becoming a massage therapist was absurd. But Jeff… he was the only one who supported me.”

I couldn’t believe this was what Mom and Jeff were hiding from me. Had I really jumped to such wild conclusions?

I stared at them, feeling like the world’s biggest fool.

“So… this is all about back pain and a new career?” I asked weakly.

“Yes,” Mom said, her voice soft now. “I didn’t mean to hide it, Brisa. But after how dismissive everyone was, I didn’t see the point in telling anyone except Jeff. He’s been so supportive, and I didn’t want to burden you with it.”

“And honestly, I didn’t think it was a big deal,” Jeff said. “I didn’t want to add to your stress with Christmas coming up.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Well, you both could’ve saved me a lot of sleepless nights by just saying something.”

Mom leaned forward, squeezing my hand. “I’m sorry, honey. I never meant to make you feel like something was wrong.”

In that moment, I realized how quick I’d been to jump to conclusions. My mother wasn’t sneaking around. She was chasing a passion. And my husband wasn’t betraying me. He was just supporting her.

“I’m also sorry,” I said. “I jumped to such absurd conclusions without investigating anything… And Mom, I’m sorry for not believing in you. Go for it, please. Become a massage therapist. You’ve got my full support.”

And just like that, the tension melted away, leaving us stronger than before.

Christmas that year turned out to be one of the best we’d ever had. Mom proudly announced her plans to enroll in massage therapy school over dinner, and for the first time, we all cheered her on.

Meanwhile, Lily beamed as she unwrapped her gifts, especially the kitchen set she’d been dreaming of.

And as we sat around the tree, sipping hot cocoa and laughing, I realized how lucky I was to have a family that could weather misunderstandings and come out stronger.

It was a Christmas filled with love, trust, and new beginnings.

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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.

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

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Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

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3. Little Boy Believes His Mom Died in Car Crash, Years Later He Meets Her Accidentally – Story of the Day

Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

TOP 3 STORIES on AmoMama

1. Girl Mocks Poor Grandma for Gifting Her Cheap Old Ring, Throws It Away and It Opens — Story of the Day

“What’s this? Some old, cheap ring in a pathetic-looking box? You were greedy then, and you’ll always be! Out from my wedding!” Emma hissed at her poor old granny when she got a small red box as her wedding present. The young woman threw it away in disgust, but when the box clicked open, she stood back in shock… Full story here.

2. Husband Keeps Disappearing into the Garage All Day So His Wife Decides to Follow Him — Story of the Day

Worried and furious about her husband’s daily disappearances to his garage, Cheryl decided to get revenge. But when the truth of her husband’s actions came out, she took drastic measures to clean up her mess…and ruined her entire life… Full story here.

3. Little Boy Believes His Mom Died in Car Crash, Years Later He Meets Her Accidentally – Story of the Day

Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

TOP 3 STORIES on AmoMama

1. Girl Mocks Poor Grandma for Gifting Her Cheap Old Ring, Throws It Away and It Opens — Story of the Day

“What’s this? Some old, cheap ring in a pathetic-looking box? You were greedy then, and you’ll always be! Out from my wedding!” Emma hissed at her poor old granny when she got a small red box as her wedding present. The young woman threw it away in disgust, but when the box clicked open, she stood back in shock… Full story here.

2. Husband Keeps Disappearing into the Garage All Day So His Wife Decides to Follow Him — Story of the Day

Worried and furious about her husband’s daily disappearances to his garage, Cheryl decided to get revenge. But when the truth of her husband’s actions came out, she took drastic measures to clean up her mess…and ruined her entire life… Full story here.

3. Little Boy Believes His Mom Died in Car Crash, Years Later He Meets Her Accidentally – Story of the Day

Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

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1. Girl Mocks Poor Grandma for Gifting Her Cheap Old Ring, Throws It Away and It Opens — Story of the Day

“What’s this? Some old, cheap ring in a pathetic-looking box? You were greedy then, and you’ll always be! Out from my wedding!” Emma hissed at her poor old granny when she got a small red box as her wedding present. The young woman threw it away in disgust, but when the box clicked open, she stood back in shock… Full story here.

2. Husband Keeps Disappearing into the Garage All Day So His Wife Decides to Follow Him — Story of the Day

Worried and furious about her husband’s daily disappearances to his garage, Cheryl decided to get revenge. But when the truth of her husband’s actions came out, she took drastic measures to clean up her mess…and ruined her entire life… Full story here.

3. Little Boy Believes His Mom Died in Car Crash, Years Later He Meets Her Accidentally – Story of the Day

Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.

Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

TOP 3 STORIES on AmoMama

1. Girl Mocks Poor Grandma for Gifting Her Cheap Old Ring, Throws It Away and It Opens — Story of the Day

“What’s this? Some old, cheap ring in a pathetic-looking box? You were greedy then, and you’ll always be! Out from my wedding!” Emma hissed at her poor old granny when she got a small red box as her wedding present. The young woman threw it away in disgust, but when the box clicked open, she stood back in shock… Full story here.

2. Husband Keeps Disappearing into the Garage All Day So His Wife Decides to Follow Him — Story of the Day

Worried and furious about her husband’s daily disappearances to his garage, Cheryl decided to get revenge. But when the truth of her husband’s actions came out, she took drastic measures to clean up her mess…and ruined her entire life… Full story here.

3. Little Boy Believes His Mom Died in Car Crash, Years Later He Meets Her Accidentally – Story of the Day

Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

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Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

TOP 3 STORIES on AmoMama

1. Girl Mocks Poor Grandma for Gifting Her Cheap Old Ring, Throws It Away and It Opens — Story of the Day

“What’s this? Some old, cheap ring in a pathetic-looking box? You were greedy then, and you’ll always be! Out from my wedding!” Emma hissed at her poor old granny when she got a small red box as her wedding present. The young woman threw it away in disgust, but when the box clicked open, she stood back in shock… Full story here.

2. Husband Keeps Disappearing into the Garage All Day So His Wife Decides to Follow Him — Story of the Day

Worried and furious about her husband’s daily disappearances to his garage, Cheryl decided to get revenge. But when the truth of her husband’s actions came out, she took drastic measures to clean up her mess…and ruined her entire life… Full story here.

3. Little Boy Believes His Mom Died in Car Crash, Years Later He Meets Her Accidentally – Story of the Day

Little Aaron missed his mother terribly after he was told she had passed away in a car crash. But years later, he stopped a woman from mugging a hotel guest miles away from his hometown and recognized her tattoo. “OMG! Mom? Is that you?” he asked, unable to believe she was alive… Full story here.

Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.

Rich businessman Caleb runs into his office janitor bearing a striking resemblance to his late mother, who was believed to be dead for 28 years. When a DNA test reveals the woman is his biological mother, Caleb decides to seek answers from his father, who had lied to him about her death.

It was a bustling Monday morning. 29-year-old Caleb was sitting in his office, looking through his company’s annual report on his laptop. Suddenly, a janitor, a woman likely in her late 50s, walked in with cleaning supplies.

“Excuse me, Sir…I’m extremely sorry…I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll just mop up the floor in five minutes,” she said as Caleb looked up and experienced the massive shock of his life — The woman standing in front of him bore an uncanny resemblance to his late mother, who had died 28 years ago…

“Oh my God…it’s unbelievable,” Caleb gasped. “It’s okay…please come in,” he said, his gaze stalking the woman as she marched across the office. “Uh, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before…but your face looks so familiar.”

The woman smiled and turned around. “My name is Michelle, Sir. I started working here only recently. This town is quite small…maybe you would’ve seen me somewhere. But I moved here just two weeks ago.”

“I’m Caleb,” he said as his brows furrowed with suspicion. “Michelle, I don’t understand why I get this strange feeling when I see your face…but maybe you’re right,” he added as he reached for his cup of coffee, only to accidentally spill it on his laptop.

“Damn…not again!” Caleb leaped back.

“Don’t worry, Sir…I’ll clean it up for you,” Michelle dropped the mop and hurried to Caleb’s table to clean the mess. She rolled up her sleeves and started wiping the laptop with a cloth. That’s when Caleb’s eyes fell on a peculiar scar on her left arm.

“There you go…your laptop is clean!” Michelle said as she turned to Caleb.

“This scar…Ha—how did you get it?” He asked.

“Oh, this scar…? Well, you may find it strange. But I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago. I have amnesia…I don’t even remember my name. When I saw the name ‘Michelle’ on a billboard, I adopted it as my own…and I have no memory of how I got this scar.”

Caleb’s heart started to race. “And what about your relatives…and friends?” He asked Michelle while simultaneously looking at her left arm bearing the oval-shaped burn mark.

“I don’t have anybody!” Michelle disappointedly said. “Nobody came for me all these years…Not even when I was in the hospital. I lived a gypsy life and finally found a job here in this town.”

A strange sensation crawled up Caleb’s gut. He knew his mind was dealing with a bizarre theory. But Michelle’s scar and striking resemblance to his dead mother left him reeling. “Michelle, you won’t believe this. But you look a lot like my late mother, who I had only seen in an old photograph,” he revealed.

“What? I resemble your late mother? Oh dear…really?” Michelle stopped in her tracks.

“Yes…you look a lot like my mother…she died 28 years ago, according to my Dad,” replied Caleb. “She had the exact same scar like this. I know this is gonna sound crazy. But can we go to the hospital and take a DNA test together? I don’t know why I’m even saying this…but something is bothering me. Something doesn’t seem right…And I want to find out if there are any odds….”

Michelle pondered for a few seconds. Like Caleb, even she was curious to find out if they were related and agreed to take the test with him.

As they drove in Caleb’s car to the City Hospital, nothing but a deadly, grim silence prevailed between them. On the one hand, Caleb was unsettled about getting a positive result. He knew he would have to sort out a lot of things and connect so many dots if Michelle turned out to be his biological mother.

“But what if I’m just assuming things?” Caleb thought. “What if it’s just a coincidence…what if my mother is really dead…and Michelle is not my biological mother and just her lookalike?”

As Caleb drove across the bustling road and pulled over in the middle of thick traffic, he stared at Michelle in the rearview mirror, and her eyes looked eerily familiar.

Something about those eyes of hers forced Caleb to plunge into his memories. He sat back behind the wheel, recalling the fateful day he made a heartbreaking discovery about his mother while fixing the roof with his Dad, William…

12 years ago, when Caleb was 17 years old…

“And…like this! See! You just twist the claw hammer and pull out the rotten plank!” Caleb’s Dad, William, was teaching him how to get rid of old, rotting wooden planks. They were doing minor home repairs together that Saturday afternoon.

“That was a good plank…can be used as firewood!” William said as he gathered all the worn-out planks on the lawn. Caleb was bored of these never-ending fixes his Dad taught him every weekend.

“Dad, why can’t we just hire some carpenters?” he smirked. “…and pay them to do all this stuff? It’s so tiring…and boring.”

William chuckled as he plucked another plank out. “Champ, if we pay others money for the simple things we can do on our own, then we’ll go to rags like your Uncle Dexter. Moreover, we’ll become very lazy…again, like your Uncle Dexter! Now get back to work…And start pulling out the planks from the floor in the attic. We must replace them as well.”

“Yeah…whatever!” Caleb squared his shoulders. He climbed up the attic, and just as he removed one of the planks on the floor, he noticed a weathered piece of paper under it.

Curiosity got the better of Caleb as he picked it up. It was an old crumpled photograph of an unknown woman with a baby cradled in her arms.

“Weird…who is this woman in this picture? I haven’t seen her before…” wondered Caleb as he flipped the photograph and saw a signature on the back with the words: “Baby Caleb with Mommy. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart :)”

“Caleb with Mommy??” Caleb grew unsettled.

He was stunned by those words. It made no sense why his name was mentioned on the back of a stranger’s picture because, first of all, the woman in the photo did not look like his mother, Olivia. And then, she had a weird oval-shaped scar on her left arm Caleb had never seen on his mother Olivia’s arm.

Haunted by the unknown, Caleb took the photo and climbed down the attic, making his way to his Dad to find out.

“Dad, what is this? Who is she?” Caleb approached William, who was busy making pencil marks on the new wooden planks.

“What…?” William turned around with a start.

“I found this while removing the plank in the attic…Who is she?”

Anxiety surged into William’s eyes, and his face grew ashen…as though he had seen a ghost. “Wh—Where did you get that from?” He asked, uneasiness etched all over his face.

“Dad…I asked you what this is. Who is this woman…And what does it mean by ‘Caleb with Mommy’ written on the back of this photo? Is that baby in her arms…me?” Caleb retorted.

Willam was beyond shocked as he grabbed the picture from Caleb’s grip. He stared at it again…and again. Uneasiness cloaked his face, and William knew he could no longer hide the truth from his son.

“Come with me,” he dropped the hammer and marched to the kitchen.

Caleb hastily followed his Dad. William grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and sat down at the dining table, anxiously tapping his fingers on the glass as he looked up at his son.

“Caleb, trust me when I say this,” William chugged a drink and said, his tone heavy with agony. “All my life…I only wished you nothing but good. I…I wanted you to be happy…wanted you to grow up into a successful man…achieve great things. I…and my wife, Olivia, we always wanted the best for you.”

Caleb was desperate to suppress the flood of tears. But his eyes betrayed him. “Your wife, Olivia? That means Olivia is not my mother?” He sadly asked.

William solemnly bowed his head. His silence answered Caleb’s question. But William found himself obliged to confess the truth that struck Caleb like a thunderbolt. “Yes, dear…Olivia is not your real mother. Your birth mother died 28 years ago…I…I’m sorry, son. I didn’t mean to—”

Caleb was paralyzed with shock by the revelation, and the truth seemed to have upturned everything he thought he knew about his mother. “How did she die?” He broke William’s silence, desperate to know more about his mother’s fate.

“A car accident…” William replied, his voice choked with grief. “It was nobody’s fault. Fate betrayed us…and your mother was destined to leave us that day. It was an unfortunate dark day in my life…one that I can never forget. You were just a baby. You needed a mother. I moved on with Olivia not because I wanted a wife. I wanted to bring you a mother.”

Caleb was shaken. But after hearing his Dad out, he took the news like a grown boy.

“Dad…I understand that you wanted the best for me. That you didn’t want me to go through that pain of losing my mother,” he said, placing his hand on William’s shoulder. “But you should’ve told me earlier…And I would’ve understood everything.”

William clutched Caleb’s hand tight, unable to hold back his tears.

“It’s okay, Dad. Can you take me to her grave? I would like to go there,” Caleb said.

“Why, of course, dear!” William agreed with a smile. “We will go there tomorrow, alright?”

“Sure!” Caleb said and walked away as William gulped his beer and sat back.

Caleb and his Dad arrived at the cemetery the following afternoon. The silence of the graves was haunting as the boy marched behind his Dad on the dilapidated sidewalk. Suddenly, William stopped before an overgrown tomb with the epitaph — Sarah J. — engraved on the crumbled tombstone.

“Well, hello, Sarah,” William said as he lit a cigarette. “Our son is here…he has come to visit you!”

Caleb knew there was no use in suppressing his emotions. So he let them pour out of his eyes. He fell to his knees and bitterly sobbed as he gingerly brushed his hands on the overgrown tombstone.

William walked away to his car, leaving his son alone at the grave. An hour passed, and Caleb still sat beside his mother’s tomb, talking to her about all things good and bad that had happened in his life in her absence.

“Goodbye, Mom,” he rose to leave. “I’m sorry again. Dad just told me about you. I’m still shocked…I’ll visit often. I promise.”

A loud honk of a car behind his SUV jolted Caleb to the moment. The traffic had cleared, and Michelle leaned forward from the backseat to see if everything was alright.

“Sir, we’re getting late. I think we should keep going,” she said.

“Oh, yes! Yes, Michelle,” Caleb replied. “I’m sorry. I was just, uhm…thinking about something. We’re almost there.”

“If you really turn out to be my mother, then that means only one thing: For 12 years, I’ve been visiting the grave of a woman I don’t even know,” Caleb thought as he hit the gas pedal and sped to the hospital.

Two minutes later, he pulled over at the hospital parking lot and hurried inside with Michelle. He rushed to a staff nurse at the reception as Michelle hastily followed him.

“Excuse me, nurse…We’d like to take a DNA maternity test immediately,” Caleb said. “I want the results as soon as possible. I’m ready to pay any additional amount. It’s urgent. I want the results today.”

A couple of hours passed as Caleb and Michelle anxiously sat in the waiting hall, awaiting the test results. “So, what is the last thing you remember from your past, Michelle?” He asked, breaking the silence.

Michelle pursed her lips. “I remember opening my eyes in the woods. A woodcutter said he found me floating in the river,” she recounted. “…and then a hospital…when doctors told me I had amnesia. And now, this new life!”

Caleb’s mind started haunting him. There were no fragments of her past that Michelle could recall or make peace with. At that moment, the nurse approached them and handed over a file in his hand.

“Maternity rate…99.99%!” Caleb exclaimed as he read. “That means…You are my MOTHER!”

It felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Michelle trembled as Caleb threw himself into her arms and cried. “You are my Mom, Michelle!” Caleb said. “But why did Dad lie to me that you died in an accident at that moment?” he pondered. “I have an idea. Come with me…” he told her as they left the hospital.

An hour later, Caleb and Michelle were looking out the car window from across William’s mansion. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Yes!” she replied.

“Do you remember everything I told you? You know what you’re supposed to tell him, right?” Caleb asked.

“Yes, I remember everything. Don’t worry!” Michelle replied with a confident grin and stepped out of the car. She was nervous yet mustered the courage as she walked up to the front door of William’s mansion and knocked.

The door creaked open moments later. “Good evening!” Michelle greeted William, who froze in his tracks after seeing her.

“Jennifer??” He gasped.

“Jennifer? No, uh, I’m Michelle,” Michelle replied with a chuckle. “I’m from Mayflower Cosmetics…I just wanted to offer your wife a gift set worth $150.”

“What? Are you kidding me? But how is this possible?” William retorted, composing his anxiety almost immediately.

Michelle smiled. “Oh, I guess you’ve confused me with someone else,” she replied confidently. “Maybe we could’ve met before…or seen each other in the life I don’t remember! The thing is, I have amnesia. I don’t remember anything that happened to me over 20 years ago.”

“Amnesia?” William stuttered after a long, nervous pause. “Oh, maybe you’re right! I likely confused you with someone.” Michelle nodded as William looked at her from top to toe. “Never mind! You just reminded me of an old friend…Uh, I’m William, by the way.”

William extended his hand, and Michelle’s gut had already started to churn with fear. “Michelle..as I said!” She shook hands with William, and at that moment, he noticed the oval-shaped scar on her left arm. He remembered his dead wife bearing a similar scar on the same spot.

“No…this can’t be real,” William was terrified as he looked Michelle in the eye.

“Look, Michelle, I didn’t mean to offend you or something,” William said. “Sorry about my behavior. I didn’t want to sound insensitive, you know! My wife is not home now. Maybe you have something for men?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Michelle replied.

“Great! Hey, can you join me for a cup of coffee? I could also see what you’ve got,” William said, smiling as he invited Michelle over.

“Well, why not?!” She exclaimed and followed him inside.

“I was wondering…Michelle, how long have you been in this city?” William asked as Michelle took off her overcoat and put it on the hanger.

“Two weeks!” She replied. “I still don’t know much about this place…Oh, can I please use the restroom to wash my hands? I can’t touch the cosmetics with greasy hands, and my hands are a bit sweaty….”

“Yeah, sure! The bathroom is right there…behind you. Only two weeks?” William said, his gaze fixated on Michelle’s every move. “Well, welcome to our city! I’m sure you and your family love being around here!”

Michelle turned around and smiled. “Oh, thanks! I don’t have a family as such. I live in a small rented house south of Main Street.…one at the end of the lane. To be honest, house rents here are insane…landlords aren’t considerate about single women with amnesia!” Michelle joked as she lathered her hands with soap.

William then led her to the kitchen, which was eerily dark and quiet. Michelle was unsettled. The glinting knives in the rack heightened her fear. But she decided to keep calm, just like how Caleb had told her.

“Hey, it’s so dark in here,” she turned to William. “Do you mind if I just turn on the light?”

“Of course not!” William replied. “The switch is inside the….”

But before he could finish, he saw Michelle opening the kitchen cabinet by the door and flicking the light switch. He could not believe his eyes when he watched her do that.

“Michelle?” William said. “I must say…you have such a great intuition. None of our guests were able to locate the switch until we told them it was in the cabinet by the door!”

Michelle stopped in her tracks. A strange, unsettling feeling fluttered in the pit of her stomach as she grabbed her bag and stepped back. “Oh, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how it happened. I..uh…this place kind of looks familiar to me. I don’t understand how. Guess it’s another crazy day! I think I should probably go now.”

“Hey, wait a minute…Get back here….” William ran after Michelle. But by the time he made it out of his house, he saw her boarding an old cheap car.

“Gosh, that was close!” Michelle told Caleb as she settled in her car. “Caleb, it seems to have worked! I thought I opened the wrong cabinet at first…but thank goodness I found the switch!”

“That’s great! Everything is fine,” Caleb said. “And don’t worry. I’ll be there before you reach. And yes…He is following you.”

Around 20 minutes later, Caleb pulled over several yards away from Michelle’s house. He saw Michelle stepping down from her car and walking inside. And moments later, he noticed his Dad’s car stop outside Michelle’s gate. After a momentous pause, the car turned around and sped away.

“Mom, do as I say,” Caleb called Michelle from his car. “I’ll come back in half an hour, okay? Lock all the doors. And don’t forget what I just told you…Tonight’s gonna be a game changer…and the truth will unravel itself!”

It was three o’clock in the morning. Caleb was sitting in a car he had borrowed from a friend and was quietly waiting across the road from Michelle’s house. The night was calm. The piercing shrill of crickets shattered the silence as Caleb looked around.

Suddenly, bright headlights illuminated the stillness of the street, and Caleb saw his Dad’s car pull up in front of Michelle’s gate. He concealed his face under his hoodie and watched William emerge from the car.

In the dimly lit night, William cautiously crept into the secluded backyard of Michelle’s house. He looked around. It was eerily quiet and dark, and an open window on the balcony drew his attention.

With a cautious and calculated move, William climbed the pipeline leading to the balcony and squeezed his way through the open window. As he slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminated the silhouette of Michelle lying on the bed.

A heavy gasp escaped William’s lips as he pulled out a glimmering Bowie knife from his leather jacket and quietly approached the bedside. Aiming for the stomach and chest, William stabbed the figure several times…

Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights turned on. “You’re under arrest!” two police officers burst into the bedroom with handcuffs. And Michelle accompanied them, much to William’s shock.

With bulging, terrified eyes, he turned to the bed, only to realize he was standing in a mess of feathers and cotton. “What—No…no, it can’t be…” He gasped as he hastily lifted the blanket and discovered a chilling sight—a human effigy was under it.

“Mr. Anderson, you’re under arrest!” The Sheriff cuffed William and escorted him to the police station. In the intense interrogation room, he finally broke his silence and confessed to the spine-chilling crime he had committed 28 years ago.

As it turned out, Jennifer had found out about William’s affair with his secretary, Olivia. She wanted to file for divorce, but that was the last thing William wanted to happen to him. Afraid it would tarnish his reputation, and that he would have to pay alimony and share his property with Jennifer after the divorce, he decided to get rid of her.

When the opportunity presented itself during a picnic with his family in the woods, William pushed her off a steep cliff. He sighed with relief and immediately fled the spot after seeing her body plunge into the river below. But unfortunately, William failed to wait a little more to see Jennifer getting washed away in the current after miraculously surviving the deadly fall!

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