Widow Hires New Employee and Learns the Secret Her Late Husband Hid for 20 Years — Story of the Day

The customer smiled and nodded, finally choosing a caramel latte and a slice of carrot cake. Margaret watched, impressed by how easily Andrew handled the interaction.

“That’s not necessary,” Margaret replied. “I’ll be at work tomorrow.”

“But your leg is broken,” Andrew insisted.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Margaret said firmly.

“Let me at least give you a ride,” Andrew offered.

“No,” Margaret said, shaking her head.

“Margaret, you need to rest,” Andrew said gently.

Andrew sighed heavily. “Okay, if you say so.” He gave her a long look before leaving her house.

The next day, Margaret had a very difficult time getting to the coffee shop. As she was coming down the stairs from her bedroom, she missed a step and fell.

Pain shot through her leg, and she struggled to get back up. She realized she couldn’t drive in this condition and had to call a taxi.

When the taxi arrived, the driver was new and unfamiliar with the area. He took a wrong turn, and Margaret found herself far from the coffee shop.

Finally, out of breath and in pain, she reached the coffee shop. To her surprise, the shop was already open. The familiar bell above the door jingled as she entered, and she saw people sitting inside, enjoying their drinks and pastries. Margaret looked around in disbelief.

Andrew was behind the counter, calmly serving customers. He moved with ease, smiling and chatting as if he had been doing this for years. Margaret hobbled over to him, her face a mix of relief and gratitude.

“Did you do all this by yourself?” Margaret asked.

Margaret looked around, taking in the sight of the busy coffee shop. She nodded slowly, feeling a mix of emotions. After a few moments, she spoke again.

“Andrew,” she said, “don’t plan anything after work. You’ll drive me home.”

“Okay, boss,” Andrew said, giving her a reassuring nod. “I’ll be here.”

Margaret watched as Andrew went to clear the tables. She felt a sense of relief knowing she had someone she could count on.

Margaret hesitated but eventually agreed, feeling grateful for his kindness. Andrew swept the floors and washed the dishes while Margaret rested her leg.

“Thank you, Andrew,” Margaret said, watching him work. “You’re very helpful.”

After the cleaning was done, Andrew decided to cook lasagna for dinner. The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of tomatoes, cheese, and herbs. When Andrew served the lasagna, Margaret took a bite and paused, surprised.

“This tastes exactly like my husband’s lasagna,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

Margaret nodded, feeling a pang of nostalgia. “It’s so similar. It’s like he’s here with me.”

Andrew sat down across from her, his expression thoughtful. “It’s just a coincidence, I guess.”

As they ate, Margaret couldn’t help but feel a connection between her past and the present.

During the next few weeks, Andrew helped Margaret a lot, and they began to grow closer. Margaret saw Andrew as a loyal employee and a good guy. He was always there, ready to lend a hand.

One day, Margaret noticed that Andrew seemed to like one of their regular guests. He smiled more and seemed nervous when she was around.

As soon as Andrew finished taking her order, Margaret approached him with a knowing smile.

“You like her, don’t you?” Margaret asked, raising an eyebrow.

Andrew blushed, looking down at his feet. “What? No… How did you know?”

Margaret chuckled softly. “It’s pretty obvious. You should ask her out.”

“She won’t accept,” Andrew said, shaking his head.

“Go on,” Margaret said, giving him a gentle push towards the girl.

Margaret watched as Andrew nervously approached the girl. They talked for a few moments, and then Andrew came back behind the bar, looking upset.

“What happened? She didn’t say yes?” Margaret asked.

“You can leave early,” Margaret said.

“Really?” Andrew asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes,” Margaret confirmed. “Go enjoy your date.”

“Thank you, Margaret!” Andrew said, quickly taking off his apron and returning to the girl.

His face lit up with a big smile as he walked towards her. They left the coffee shop together, and Andrew waved goodbye to Margaret.

“Good luck!” Margaret called out, feeling a warm sense of pride.

“Wait here a moment,” Margaret said, disappearing into her house. Andrew stood there, puzzled.

A few minutes later, she came back with a vinyl record player in her hands. “This was my husband’s and mine. We used to dance to the music all the time. I want you and your girlfriend to experience how beautiful it was.”

Andrew’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure you want me to have this?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Margaret nodded, smiling warmly. “Yes, Andrew. I want you to have it. It would make me happy knowing you both can share those special moments too.”

Andrew took the record player, still in awe. “Thank you so much, Margaret. This means a lot to me.” He gave her a big hug, his gratitude evident.

Margaret watched him drive away, a warm feeling spreading through her heart. She realized that Andrew had become the son she never had.

“That birthmark!” Margaret shouted.

Then trying to look calm, she asked, “Andrew, what was your father’s name?”

Andrew straightened up and looked at her, puzzled by the question. “His name was John. Why do you ask?”

Margaret felt a rush of emotions—shock, confusion, and anger—when she realized that Andrew was indeed her husband’s son. Her eyes filled with tears as she pointed towards the door. “Leave, Andrew. You’ve been using me all this time.”

“You knew who I was all along. John’s wife!” Margaret accused, her voice shaking. “You tricked me into thinking you were just a nice kid looking for a job. But you were using me!”

“No, Margaret, I swear I didn’t know!” Andrew pleaded, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. “I had no idea you were connected to my father. I was just looking for work.”

But Margaret couldn’t believe him. The pain of betrayal was too strong. “Just go, Andrew. And don’t come back,” she said firmly.

Andrew’s shoulders slumped as he walked out of the coffee shop. He turned back one last time, hoping she would change her mind, but Margaret stood there with her arms crossed, her expression unyielding.

A few days after revealing the truth about Andrew, Margaret went to the hospital to get her cast removed. As she sat in the waiting room, she noticed a woman with a little boy. The boy was playing with a toy car, making vroom-vroom sounds.

Margaret smiled and said, “Your son looks just like you.”

The woman smiled back and replied, “Thank you, but he’s not my biological son. He’s my husband’s son, but I love him as my own.”

The woman nodded. “It was at first, but love makes everything easier. Family is not just about blood, after all.”

Margaret left the hospital with those words echoing in her mind. She realized she needed to talk to Andrew and understand more about him and his past.

Later that day, she arrived at his home and uncertainly knocked on the door. After a few moments, Andrew opened the door.

“Andrew, can we talk?” Margaret asked, her voice soft but firm.

Andrew looked up, surprised. “Of course, Margaret. What is it?”

Andrew’s face grew serious. “Okay. Get in the car. There’s something I need to show you.”

Margaret hesitated but followed him outside. They drove in silence to a quiet cemetery. Andrew parked the car and led Margaret to a gravestone.

“This is my mom,” Andrew said, pointing to the headstone. “She died when I was 15. My dad raised me after that, but he disappeared one day. I searched for him but never found out what happened to him. I only learned he had died when you told me a few days ago.”

Margaret felt a lump in her throat. “I’m sorry, Andrew. I had no idea.”

Margaret sighed, her heart heavy with regret. “I’m sorry too, Andrew. I shouldn’t have assumed the worst. I was just so hurt and confused. I couldn’t get pregnant, so maybe my husband looked elsewhere. But that’s not your fault.”

Andrew looked at her, his eyes full of empathy. “It’s not your fault either, Margaret. You did nothing wrong.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared past settling between them. Finally, Margaret spoke.

As they stood there, a sense of peace washed over them. They had found something precious in each other—family.

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