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My Stepdaughter’s Father’s Day Gift Shocked Me to the Core

Father’s Day was meant to be a simple day filled with happiness and love. But the shocking truth my daughter shared turned my world upside down! That day, I discovered the truth about my “dead” wife and the lies she made my daughter keep.

When a special holiday came around, I didn’t imagine it not bringing celebration but anguish. A simple gift from my daughter opened years of old wounds. The truth left me livid, but my child knew how to turn my sadness into happiness. Here’s my story.

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It was sixteen years ago when I first met Sue. She walked into the bookstore where I was working part-time while finishing up my degree. She had this aura of warmth and kindness that immediately drew me in.

Trailing behind her was Ellen, a tiny, curious bundle of energy who was barely two and a half years old. The toddler sported a cascade of curly hair and eyes that seemed too big for her face. But I fell in love with both of them immediately!

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Sue and I hit it off instantly! Our conversations flowed easily, and before long, we were seeing each other regularly. This wonderful woman brought SO MUCH joy to my life! Ellen quickly became attached to me, and I to her. We were inseparable!

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Years passed in marital bliss, filled with laughter, love, and the joy of watching Ellen grow. Then, tragedy struck. One evening, Sue went out to pick up dinner, and she never came back. A car accident had taken her from us, and my world crumbled.

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By the time of my wife’s death, I had legally adopted Ellen. There was never a doubt in my mind about that little girl. I was determined to raise her as my own. My mother, however, was a different story. She didn’t quite approve of my actions.

The thing is, my mother had always envisioned a future with biological grandchildren. She couldn’t accept Ellen as part of our family. Her persistent coldness, constant demands, and disapproval eventually drove a wedge between us.

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As hard as it was for me, I chose to focus all my energy and love on Ellen, the daughter of my heart if not my blood. The distance grew between my mother and me, but it couldn’t be helped. The years flew by.

Ellen grew into a smart, compassionate, and beautiful young woman. Watching her navigate life and reach milestones filled me with pride. Her high school graduation was a particularly poignant moment for me.

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Standing there, watching her receive her diploma, I felt a surge of emotions. I was enveloped by pride, joy, and a touch of sadness that Sue wasn’t there to see it. Then came Father’s Day. A day that changed the trajectory of my life.

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In the morning after breakfast, my daughter surprised me when she handed me a gift. It was a beautifully crafted wooden chest. Her shy smile and the sparkle in her eyes told me this was something special. “What’s this, Ellen?” I asked, my curiosity, excitement, and confusion piqued.

“Open it, Dad,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Inside the chest were letters. Letters from my dead wife. My hands shook as I picked up the first one, and I glanced at Ellen, who nodded encouragingly. I unfolded the letter.

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I felt the color drain from my face when I immediately noticed that the letter was dated years after Sue passed on. I was confused and intrigued as I began to read.

Dear James,

If you’re reading this, it means our little Ellen has grown up and you’re ready to know the truth. I wish things could have been different, but life rarely goes as planned. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive both of us.

With all my love,

Sue

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I looked up at my daughter, bewildered. “What does she mean by ‘the truth?'”

Ellen’s eyes filled with tears. With a tremor in her voice, she explained. “Dad, there’s something I’ve been hiding. Something Mom made me promise not to tell you.”

My heart pounded in my chest. “What is it, Ellen? You can tell me.”

As tears poured down her face, I reached out to comfort her, but she stopped me. After composing herself, she said, “Dad, forgive me, but Mom deceived you and forced me to deceive you too.”

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“What are you talking about?” I replied, feeling frustrated and lost. What was she trying to tell me? She wasn’t making any sense.

“Mom didn’t die in that car accident. She… she left. She asked her family to lie to you about her death because she wasn’t ready to raise me. Mom thought it would be easier if you believed she was gone.”

The room seemed to spin. “Why? Why would she do that?” I asked.

“She was also seeing someone else and didn’t want you to know.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! “Did someone put you up to this?”

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“No, Dad, it’s all true,” she said, barely audible. “When I was eight, Grandma told me the truth. I started seeing Mom often but secretly after that.” Ellen looked at the floor and confessed, “But I couldn’t tell you.”

I felt a rush of emotions: anger, betrayal, and confusion. “Why didn’t you say something, Ellen?” I was devastated, and anger was starting to bubble up.

“She promised that if I kept her secret, I’d get an inheritance when I turned eighteen and graduated.”

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Reaching for my hands, my daughter continued, “I didn’t want to hurt you, Dad. I saw how hard you worked to give me a good life.” I couldn’t stop shaking my head as if doing so would erase everything I’d heard. “I thought knowing the truth would only cause you pain.”

I sat down heavily, the weight of her words sinking in. “And did you get the inheritance?”

Sighing, she replied, “Yes, I did. But I need you to know, Dad, that money means nothing compared to you. You’re the BEST father anyone could ask for.”

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Looking into my daughter’s eyes, I could see and understand that she was being sincere. I couldn’t really blame her; she was a child who was manipulated by her cheating mother.

I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face. “Thank you, Ellen. I love you more than anything.”

She insisted I open the rest of the letters. Each one was filled with apologies and regrets from Sue, explaining her actions and expressing her love for us.

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After I finished reading Sue’s letters, I thought my Father’s Day gifts were done, but Ellen insisted I look under them. “This is MY real present for you.”

As I reached the bottom of the chest, I found a document, a sales contract. Ellen had bought me a new pickup truck, something I had dreamed about for years but could never afford!

“Dad, I kept mom’s secret because I saw how hard you worked, how much you sacrificed to provide everything I needed in life,” she said.

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Turning her big eyes on me, she explained. “I wanted to give you something to show how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I knew the truth would only cause you pain, but I hoped my gift could instead act like a balm by bringing you joy.”

I was shocked and overwhelmed by her kindness and wisdom. “I can’t be angry with you, my angel. You did what you thought was best. I’m SO proud of you.”

I pulled her into a warm hug.

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Despite her mother, my baby girl had still managed to learn to do things for the greater good. I wasn’t sure where she learned that. But BOY was I proud!

The following weeks were a whirlwind. I contacted a lawyer to start divorce proceedings. I needed closure from Sue’s betrayal. But through it all, my bond with Ellen grew even stronger.

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One evening, as we sat on the porch watching the sunset, Ellen turned to me. “Dad, do you think Mom ever really loved us?”

I thought for a moment before answering. “I think she did, in her way. But she was flawed, like all of us.” I thought deeply about what to say next. “The important thing is that we have each other, and nothing will change that.”

Ellen smiled, resting her head on my shoulder. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, bunny. More than you’ll ever know.” As we sat there, the past’s pain and betrayal seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of our bond and the promise of a brighter future. One thing remained true: Ellen will always be my daughter, no matter what.

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