{"id":10496,"date":"2026-02-13T10:08:17","date_gmt":"2026-02-13T10:08:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/?p=10496"},"modified":"2026-02-13T10:08:17","modified_gmt":"2026-02-13T10:08:17","slug":"husband-leaves-wife-child-for-younger-woman-years-later-daughter-becomes-his-boss-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readinstory.com\/?p=10496","title":{"rendered":"Husband Leaves Wife & Child for Younger Woman, Years Later Daughter Becomes His Boss \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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William abandons his wife and daughter to start a new life with his young mistress. But things change years later, and when William least expects things to go wrong, he comes face-to-face with his grown-up daughter.William felt a pang of guilt as his wife anxiously looked at him. For a moment, he reconsidered his decision. He knew Linda would be devastated if she learned he had a mistress.<\/span><\/p>\n

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William and Linda had been married for 20 years, shared a 17-year-old daughter, and had lived a peaceful life in the home Linda inherited from her parents. They even started a beef jerky business a year ago, but it soon stopped making money, so William\u2019s job supported them.\u201cWhat is it that you wanted to discuss, William?\u201d Linda broke the silence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m seeing someone else, Linda,\u201d William admitted. \u201cI didn\u2019t want us to see this day, but I-I couldn\u2019t help it.\u201d\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Linda\u2019s face fell. \u201cYou\u2026have another woman? Answer me, I\u2019m asking something!\u201dWilliam hung his head. \u201cI can\u2019t explain it, but I love her,\u201d he said. \u201cShe\u2019s young, different, and we just clicked.\u201d\u201cDo you even hear yourself, William?!\u201d Linda exploded. \u201cWe\u2019ve been married for 20 years, we have a daughter, and now\u2014\u201d Linda\u2019s buzzing phone cut her off.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYe-Yes?\u201d she answered, maintaining her composure, but it wasn\u2019t long before she lost her cool. A court representative had called her to inform them their home was about to be seized. They\u2019d taken a loan for the dried meat business and mortgaged their house. William was supposed to repay the debt. She had no idea the installments were past due.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s your excuse for not repaying the loan, William? Are you going to leave me and our daughter on the streets while you live your fantasies with your mistress?\u201d she exploded as she hung up. \u201cThey need $80,000! Where are we going to get that money?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cLinda, I-I\u2026couldn\u2019t save enough for those payments\u2026\u201d William started making excuses, knowing he was to blame for everything. Linda couldn\u2019t stand her slacker husband anymore. \u201cOUT!\u201d she yelled. \u201cGet the hell out of my house!\u201d<\/p>\n

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The vehicles\u2019 loud honking snapped him to the moment. William stood still at the signal light. He\u2019d been too lost in his thoughts to notice it had gone to red again. William walked out on his wife and daughter six years ago but didn\u2019t live the desired life.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Instead, he lived miserably and lost his job and new family. He\u2019d even been on a bender to distract himself from his failure. As he headed for a job interview now, he hoped to reclaim his life.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He sat outside the interview room nervously. He had applied for a position at a beef jerky production factory. He thought his previous experience, though a failed one, would be a plus. He went inside when his number was called, and his luck was on his side because he was hired.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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William began working as a packaging operator. On the third day of his job, he was busy labeling the boxes when his manager, Mr. Dunn, approached him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIf you don\u2019t want to be stuck in the same role, William, you gotta impress our CEO today,\u201d Mr. Dunn grinned, nudging WIlliam, who was confused.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d Mr. Dunn continued, noticing his confused expression. \u201cShe\u2019s coming here for an inspection!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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William wasn\u2019t interested. He politely excused himself and got back to his job. But soon, a murmur of voices distracted him, prompting William to look up towards the entrance where Mr. Dunn greeted the CEO.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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William\u2019s jaw dropped when he saw the CEO was his daughter.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIsabelle?\u201d he gasped as she approached him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDad?\u201d she chirped confidently. \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time, right?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHow? How did you become a CEO?\u201d he blurted.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cSo you\u2019re more concerned about my material success than how I\u2019m doing?\u201d she scoffed. \u201cDon\u2019t let this personal angle distract you. I\u2019m here for an inspection, and you should be doing your job. And yes,\u201d she added before walking away. \u201cPlease meet me in my office after lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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William went to her office that afternoon. \u201cCome on in!\u201d she instructed, and he walked in and sat across from her uneasily.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re not going to ask what you wanted to know back at the factory?\u201d she said, breaking the silence. \u201cWell, it wasn\u2019t easy, Dad. After you left, we were homeless. We only got one-third of the money from the sale of our confiscated home. Thanks to you for not bothering to repay the debt!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMom gave me her last money because she didn\u2019t want me to compromise my education. And then Aunt Georgina called one day. Mom had to move in with her, far away from me, and she said\u2026\u201d Isabelle paused, recalling one of the most challenging moments of her life. \u201cMom\u2019s life was in danger\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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While Isabelle sat outside the college admission office and rechecked her application documents, her phone rang.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHey, Aunt Georgina, what\u2019s up?\u201d Isabelle held her phone between her right ear and shoulder.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s about your Mom, honey,\u201d Georgina sounded worried. \u201cShe-she had symptoms of a heart attack this afternoon. The surgery is not needed yet, so I can support her financially. But the doctors said it\u2019s a coronary heart disease, and if she experiences a heart attack again, they\u2019ll have to do the surgery, which will cost more than $100,000.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isbaelle\u2019s heart raced as she hung up. Linda was okay for now, but she could need the surgery any time in the future. She knew that she would need to pay for tuition if she submitted her application documents. But she could save that money and use it for her mother\u2019s treatment if she left the campus.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle recalled her parents\u2019 beef jerky business. She could give it a try to generate more income. But for that, she would need her parents\u2019 old kitchenware still in their confiscated home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle returned to her friend\u2019s place, where she was crashing temporarily. She searched for affordable flats and a second-hand pickup truck to carry equipment for her business. The next day, she visited a garage.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle asked the garage owner if he sold second-hand pickup trucks, and thankfully, the man did. She bought the one she could afford, but it wasn\u2019t as bad as she\u2019d imagined. It rattled initially, but the mechanic fixed it, and it was ready to use. She collected her things from her friend\u2019s apartment and drove to the studio apartment she\u2019d seen online.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The space was smaller than she had seen in the photos, but it would do, so Isabelle signed the rental agreement and paid the first month\u2019s rent in advance. That night, she parked her pickup truck across from her parents\u2019 old home. But as she approached the front door, ensuring nobody was watching her, she noticed a big rusty lock hanging from the door. She didn\u2019t have the key, and there was no back entrance.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle\u2019s gaze traveled to the dormer window on the roof\u2019s slope side. The window pane was still broken, the one Linda had been nagging William to fix but kept putting off. Isabelle had an idea.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She parked her pickup truck outside the first-floor window and climbed the pipe parallel to the dormer window. She entered the attic through the dormer window and switched on her phone\u2019s flashlight. Dust and cobwebs had infiltrated the room, and the lights no longer worked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle noticed a box labeled \u201cKITCHEN\u201d in a corner. She yanked off its tape and found the utensils Linda used for the jerky. She also found another box that contained Linda\u2019s recipe books and a commercial oven. She carried the two cartons downstairs and loaded them into her pickup truck through the first-floor window.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle closed the window so no one suspected her of being there. She left the house through the dormer window, then drove to the abandoned house a few blocks from her studio apartment. She decided to set up her production space there because her studio was too small, and she needed more money to rent a space.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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As she pulled over near the abandoned home, she looked around to ensure nobody was watching her. Then she walked briskly to the backyard, but the door had a tiny lock. Isabelle removed her hairpin, picked the lock, and\u2026 a\u00a0click!<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The door creaked open. Isabelle carried everything to the basement and set up a small production space there. However, she had to wait until the lights were installed. She couldn\u2019t cook in the dark or during the day. She didn\u2019t want to be caught trespassing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A few days passed. Isabelle initially followed her mother\u2019s recipe, but the jerky tasted awful. Something was off. She experimented with the marinade recipe as she wanted her beef jerky to have a unique taste. Isabelle didn\u2019t want to restrict herself like her parents did by creating a product that would only be marketed to acquaintances. She wanted to sell it across the state and the big retail chains across the US.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cOh god! This is it!\u201d she exclaimed once she tasted a fresh batch. She finally had the product she wanted. However, there was still much work to do.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle spent the next month perfecting her sales pitch, cold-emailing retail giants, and sending her samples. Finally, there was a response.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I hope this email finds you well. Thank you for your recent proposal. After careful consideration, we believe your dried beef beer snack would be a fantastic match for our consumers\u2019 interests. We would like to try your samples\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle didn\u2019t need to read more. She swiftly replied, and a week later, she sat at the retail company\u2019s office with their food inspection team. She had managed to complete the order of 1000 packets as they had demanded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle\u2019s product was circulated across the table, and after tasting it, the manager, Chris, asked her to wait outside. \u201cWe\u2019ll let you know the results in an hour,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle\u2019s heart pounded as she waited. But when she was summoned to the office an hour later, she heard the good news.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe like your product, Isabelle, and want to discuss the next steps. However, we need to visit your factory and conduct a sanitary inspection. If we find you meet our standards, are you in a position to produce 10,000 packets per month?\u201d Chris asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle couldn\u2019t say no because she didn\u2019t know when the next opportunity would knock on her door. She went to a cafe after leaving the office and wondered how she would arrange everything. Chris\u2019s inspection was in two weeks.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHey, Aunt Georgina,\u201d she answered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHoney, your mother\u2019s condition is worsening,\u201d Georgina said worriedly. It turned out Linda\u2019s medical report had an error, and she needed the surgery within a month.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBut how could the doctors make such a big error?\u201d Isabelle fumed, deep down worried for Linda.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI wish I could do something to help you both\u2026\u201d Georgina sighed sadly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Isabelle knew there was only one option to help her mother now. She visited her former classmate\u2019s father, Mr. Navarro, a wealthy businessman. She told him everything about her struggle to produce the first few samples of the dried meat.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBut I know you\u2019re a true businessman, so I\u2019m here with a deal. If you invest in me and all goes well, I can offer you 35% of the factory\u2019s income.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBusiness is business, dear,\u201d Mr. Navarro smiled. \u201cSo here\u2019s a condition. I would take the 35% plus one-third of the sale price of your confiscated home. Do we have a deal?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cMr. Navarro and I made the deal. I passed Chris\u2019s inspection and got my first check. It helped me get our home back, and I could get Mom treated. We survived Dad. But I can\u2019t stand betrayal, so you\u2019re no longer working here. Wait for me behind the warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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About 15 minutes later, Isabelle came to meet William, but with two boxes carried by a warehouse worker. \u201cOpen it, Dad,\u201d she said as the worker handed the boxes to William.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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William found the old kitchenware and commercial oven inside, the leftovers of his and Linda\u2019s failed business.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI think we\u2019re at par now, Dad. You have everything you need to start and grow a business and change your life. Just believe me. I\u2019ve been there,\u201d Isabelle smiled and walked away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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