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I Rented a Room to a Stranger and Uncovered a Shocking Family Secret — Story of the Day

Mariia Kobzieva
Sep 16, 2024
04:38 P.M.

Every struggle I faced seemed endless until a stranger walked into our lives, promising comfort and peace. But what happens when the line between trust and betrayal blurs? In one whirlwind moment, everything I thought I knew was shattered.

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Life had been a constant struggle for me since my adoptive parents passed away. Raising my six-year-old daughter, Isla, in our small, modest house was an uphill battle. Every day felt like an endless cycle of exhaustion. I woke up at 5 a.m., my body protesting as I dragged myself out of bed.

"Time to get up, sweetheart," I whispered to Isla, brushing a stray hair from her cheek.

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She stirred, her little eyes blinking up at me with a sleepy smile. It was moments like these that made everything worth it, yet they did little to lighten the heavy load I carried.

Mornings were always a whirlwind. I scrambled to make breakfast—usually toast with a bit of jam or cereal on days when we were running late.

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"Mom, can I have extra jam today?"

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"Just a little, okay? We have to save some for tomorrow," I said, kissing her forehead.

After dropping her off at school, I rushed to my first job, barely making it on time. The work was grueling, and the pay was just enough to cover the basics.

Evenings were no better. After picking up Isla, I made dinner—usually something simple like pasta or scrambled eggs.

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After dinner, we played for a bit. Isla giggled as I chased her around the living room, the sound echoing off the walls of our small house. It was a brief respite from reality.

Despite working two jobs, money was always tight. Bills kept piling up like an endless mountain I could never scale.

One evening, I pulled out another bill with an enormous amount.

How am I supposed to pay for this?

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Margaret, my step-aunt and the only family I had left, often showed up unannounced. She claimed to care about me, but her visits felt more like inspections.

One day, she waltzed in, her nose twitching as if sniffing for signs of failure.

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"Eloise, you’re looking exhausted," she remarked, her eyes scanning the living room, lingering on the pile of laundry in the corner.

"You know, if you had listened to my advice earlier, you wouldn’t be in this mess."

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I bit my tongue, forcing a polite smile.

"I'm doing the best I can, Margaret."

"You need to think about Isla. A child needs stability," she lectured. "I can hold the house, dear, but I need to be in documents, you know."

Of course, I know. You want to get to my house. Bite me if I'm wrong.

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But I preferred to skip the answer.

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***

That night, I sat alone at the kitchen table, staring at the pile of bills. Margaret’s words echoed in my head, amplifying my doubts.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe I’m not enough.

I knew I needed help, but the idea of asking Margaret was unbearable.

After hours of internal conflict, I made a decision I never thought I would. I decided to rent out the extra bedroom in our house.

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What choice do I have?

I posted the ad online.

"Room for rent."

I hit 'post,' telling myself it was just a temporary solution, a band-aid until I could find a way out of this mess.

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***

A few days later, I received a response to the ad from a woman named Delphine. Her message was polite, almost formal, which eased some of my initial worries.

When we met in person, she was even more reassuring. In her early sixties, with soft gray hair and gentle eyes, Delphine had a warm smile that made it hard not to like her right away.

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"Thank you for considering me," she said. "I'm looking for a quiet place to stay. I could help around the house if you need an extra pair of hands."

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There was something in her demeanor that made me want to trust her. Still, I hesitated. Letting a stranger into our home was a big step.

"Why this place?" I asked, sounding more like a detective than a prospective landlord.

"I need a change," she admitted. "Somewhere peaceful to start fresh."

Her honesty took me by surprise. Moreover, I had no other offers.

"All right. You can move in next week."

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***

Delphine moved in shortly after, and at first, everything seemed perfect. She was more than just a pleasant tenant. She was a comforting presence in our home.

"Would you like me to read to Isla tonight?" she asked one evening as we finished dinner.

I hesitated for a moment, but Isla's eyes lit up.

"Please, Mom! Delphine makes the princess sound so real!"

"All right. Go ahead, Delphine."

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As Delphine began reading, her voice filled the room, bringing the story to life. I watched Isla, her face full of wonder.

"You're really good at this," I admitted quietly.

Delphine smiled, not taking her eyes off the book.

"Thank you," she replied. "I used to read to my niece all the time."

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Afterward, she followed me into the kitchen.

"Why don't you go tuck Isla in?" Delphine suggested, rolling up her sleeves. "I can handle the dishes tonight."

I blinked in surprise.

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"You don't have to do that."

She gave me a warm smile. "I insist. It's the least I can do."

"Thank you."

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As I tucked Isla into bed, I heard the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen. It was the first time in months that I hadn't felt entirely alone in the responsibilities of the household.

However, Margaret was less than pleased with this arrangement.

"You can't just let anyone into your home, Eloise," Margaret said, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Trusting a stranger is a mistake. You never know people's true intentions."

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I tried to ignore her comments, but Margaret was always quick to plant seeds of doubt and fear in my mind.

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***

One evening, I came home earlier than usual, planning to surprise Isla with her favorite dessert. As I walked through the hallway, I noticed the door to my bedroom was slightly ajar.

I pushed it open to find Delphine rummaging through my drawers.

"What are you doing?" I blurted out louder than I intended.

Delphine jumped, her face flushing with embarrassment.

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"I... I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was looking for some aspirin. I wasn't feeling well, and I didn't want to bother you."

Her explanation seemed plausible, but the sight of her in my personal space unsettled me.

I tried to push the doubts away, but they clung to me like a shadow, whispering in the back of my mind.

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***

Weeks later, my work required me to leave town for a few days. Delphine had been kind and caring, and Isla adored her. So, I decided to leave Isla in her care.

Margaret had originally promised to stay with Isla while I was away, but at the last minute, she claimed she had an urgent matter to attend to and couldn't stay.

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But I never made it to my trip. As I parked the car at the airport, my phone rang. It was Margaret.

"Eloise, you need to come back right now."

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"What happened?"

"I went by the house to check on Isla, and something's not right."

"Margaret, you're not making sense. What is happening?"

"I can't explain everything over the phone," she snapped. "Just get home. Now."

Without thinking, I started the car and sped back home. I imagined the worst.

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When I finally arrived and burst through the door, Margaret stood in the living room, holding Isla tightly against her chest. Delphine was standing nearby, clutching a bag.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

Margaret shot Delphine a look of pure venom.

"Tell her," she spat. "Tell her what you were planning."

"I was planning to take Isla for an evening walk. That's all," Delphine said, glancing at me with pleading eyes.

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"Margaret burst in and started accusing me before I could explain."

"If that's true, then open the bag," Margaret snapped. "If you have nothing to hide, show us what's inside."

Slowly, I walked over and unzipped the bag. Inside, I found Isla's birth certificate and a box containing my ring! The world blurred around me.

"Why?" I choked out. "Why would you do this?"

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Delphine's face crumpled.

"Eloise, I have no idea! I swear..."

"I trusted you," I whispered. "I let you into our home. But now…" I said, not looking at Delphine. "Just get out."

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Delphine opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came. Finally, she turned and walked out.

Margaret pulled me into a tight embrace. But even as she held me, a hollow emptiness settled in my chest. I had thrown Delphine out yet something about it felt wrong.

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***

The next morning, I was in the kitchen when I heard small footsteps behind me.

"Mom, where's Grandma Delphine?"

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words, but before I could answer, Isla continued.

"She told me the secret. She is my real Granny."

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Real Granny?!

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"She... She told you that?" I managed to whisper.

"She said you didn't know, and she was trying to tell you. But Aunt Margaret kept being mean to her."

Isla added, "She's no fun. She just takes your stuff and hides it."

"What do you mean, honey?" I asked carefully.

"I saw Aunt Margaret. She put your jewelry and papers in Grandma Delphine's bag yesterday."

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The pieces suddenly fell into place, crashing over me like a tidal wave.

It can't be! Margaret framed Delphine! Why?

After hours of calling, I finally met Delphine on a park bench, looking more fragile than I had ever seen her.

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"I'm so sorry, my sweetheart. Years ago, I was in a difficult situation. I couldn't provide for you, so I gave you up for adoption."

She reached into her bag and pulled out an old photograph. It was a picture of a young woman holding a baby—an identical copy of a photo I had in my album at home.

"I was looking for this photo in your house," Delphine explained. "To confirm what I already knew."

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Tears streamed down my face as I finally understood.

"Margaret knew," Delphine continued. "I told her, trying to find help. But all she wanted was control over you."

I collapsed into Delphine's arms, sobbing. She held me, not saying a word. Delphine handed me a small bankbook.

"I've been saving," she said gently.

"You don't have to worry about the debts. You can focus on your work and Isla."

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***

Returning home, I confronted Margaret one last time. She didn't argue and simply walked out.

Delphine stepped into the house, her eyes meeting mine with a quiet strength.

"Grandma!" Isla squealed, running into her arms. Delphine scooped her up.

At that moment, I realized we were free to be the family we were always meant to be. Isla had the loving grandmother she deserved, and I finally had the support and love I had been searching for all my life.

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If you enjoyed this story, read this one: I thought this journey would be simple. Just me, my mother’s ashes, and the forest she never got to finish. But as I walked deeper into the woods, I realized something else awaited me. A truth I never expected. Something that would change my life forever. Read the full story here.

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