{"id":95710,"date":"2024-10-24T15:02:40","date_gmt":"2024-10-24T08:02:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/?p=95710"},"modified":"2024-10-24T15:02:40","modified_gmt":"2024-10-24T08:02:40","slug":"child-made-a-new-friend-at-school-but-mom-is-shocked-to-learn-who-the-girls-mother-is-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/child-made-a-new-friend-at-school-but-mom-is-shocked-to-learn-who-the-girls-mother-is-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Child Made a New Friend at School, but Mom Is Shocked to Learn Who the Girl\u2019s Mother Is \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa\u2019s son, Mike, couldn\u2019t stop talking about his new friend, Sophie. Every day, it was Sophie this, Sophie that. Curious and hopeful about connecting, Lisa finally agreed to meet Sophie\u2019s mom. But when she opened the door, Lisa\u2019s world came crashing down\u2014it was someone from her past.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa drove slowly as she approached the school, glancing in the rearview mirror at Mike, who was staring out the window. The silence between them was heavy, filled with the weight of everything they had been through. The town, with its unfamiliar streets and strange faces, still felt foreign to Lisa.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95737 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/28ec8f330b7c0025853afca7f0568a16335afa99fd704f0dba0dfde4539546c0.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/28ec8f330b7c0025853afca7f0568a16335afa99fd704f0dba0dfde4539546c0.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>She hoped the fresh start would help them heal, but she worried about Mike. Ever since his father\u2019s death, he had seemed quieter and more withdrawn. Would he be able to make new friends? Would he feel comfortable in this new place?\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>As Mike hopped out of the car, she called, \u201cHave a good day, sweetie! Be brave!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>When she picked him up later that day, his eyes were bright, and he practically skipped to the car. \u201cMom! I made a new friend! Her name is Sophie!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa smiled, relieved. Maybe this move would be good for them after all. Sophie became a regular topic of conversation from then on.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95736 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/6f09410665da7a63a2b4583064545a769ad936e755c89fc38c278dafa6fc5e22.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/6f09410665da7a63a2b4583064545a769ad936e755c89fc38c278dafa6fc5e22.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>One afternoon, Lisa picked Mike up from school. He ran over, grinning from ear to ear, and hugged her tightly.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cHey, buddy! How was your day? You seem happy,\u201d Lisa said, smiling as they walked to the car.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cYeah! It was awesome!\u201d Mike replied, still beaming as he climbed into the car.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cReally? What happened today?\u201d Lisa asked, curious.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cSophie invited me to her house to play!\u201d Mike said excitedly.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95735 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/16ff23cb95d946cfd977b4017dc681da598547e80f69cb82de84fd766c267b09.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/16ff23cb95d946cfd977b4017dc681da598547e80f69cb82de84fd766c267b09.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cOh? When are you going?\u201d Lisa asked, glancing at him as she started the car.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cShe said tomorrow!\u201d Mike replied, bouncing a little in his seat.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cWell, I\u2019ll need to talk to her parents first to make sure it\u2019s okay,\u201d Lisa said.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95734 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/e5fb6ddb45a1b3b8a2a23b74b2c2bbdb75f37afbd4bedeaa66b1273c6e7c3654.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/e5fb6ddb45a1b3b8a2a23b74b2c2bbdb75f37afbd4bedeaa66b1273c6e7c3654.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Mike rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. \u201cHere! Sophie lives with her mom. She gave me her number,\u201d he said, handing it over.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cThanks, Mike. I\u2019ll text her tonight,\u201d Lisa said, tucking the paper away.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>At home, Lisa sat down on the couch, pulling out her phone. She typed the number Mike had given her and began to text.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cHi, I\u2019m Lisa, Mike\u2019s mom. He told me Sophie invited him over tomorrow. Is that okay with you?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95733 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/a4ef8510003eba4c73bd94c541b4da001e397fc3e018fd754d2108fb3cca213e.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"1152\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/a4ef8510003eba4c73bd94c541b4da001e397fc3e018fd754d2108fb3cca213e.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with a reply.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cHi, Lisa! Yes, Sophie already told me about it. We\u2019d love to have Mike over.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa smiled, feeling relieved. She wanted everything to go smoothly. She quickly typed another message.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cThat\u2019s great! Is there anything I should bring with Mike?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95732 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/9804caa9b1ca842fd8bdc88c4c2646c9e35fd6566097668784f683d604ee3a34.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/9804caa9b1ca842fd8bdc88c4c2646c9e35fd6566097668784f683d604ee3a34.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>The response came almost immediately.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cMaybe some wine, so we moms aren\u2019t too bored!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa chuckled at the message. It seemed like Sophie\u2019s mom had a sense of humor. She thought for a second and replied, \u201cSounds good! See you tomorrow.\u201d Then she put her phone down, feeling a bit more at ease.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa smiled to herself, feeling a small sense of hope. Maybe this could be her chance to make a new friend. Mike had said Sophie\u2019s mom was also raising her daughter alone.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95731 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/fc2f20e7228f94b3c4a7873af75068ced3d5b05fef41c2f170c0befdbf6fe6bb.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"690\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/fc2f20e7228f94b3c4a7873af75068ced3d5b05fef41c2f170c0befdbf6fe6bb.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa thought, Maybe we\u2019ll understand each other. We\u2019re both doing this on our own. The idea of having someone to talk to, someone who understood her struggles, made her feel a bit more at ease.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>The next day, Lisa and Mike walked up to Sophie\u2019s house. Lisa held a bottle of wine in one hand and gave Mike a little smile. Mike knocked on the door, bouncing with excitement. When the door opened, Sophie stood there.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cSophie!\u201d Mike shouted, his face lighting up.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cMike!\u201d Sophie squealed, grabbing his hand. The two kids ran off inside, laughing.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95730 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/bb78b0f0da0549552a750d78749cb4b5c86e8c87373a682248efe9c66aedebe2.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/bb78b0f0da0549552a750d78749cb4b5c86e8c87373a682248efe9c66aedebe2.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa stood at the door, waiting. A moment later, the door opened wider, and Sophie\u2019s mom stepped out. Lisa\u2019s heart stopped. Standing in front of her was Alice. Alice from high school\u2014her worst enemy.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice\u2019s eyes narrowed as she recognized Lisa. \u201cLisa,\u201d she said through gritted teeth, her smile fake.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cAlice,\u201d Lisa replied, feeling her stomach drop.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice crossed her arms, looking Lisa up and down. \u201cYou haven\u2019t changed. Still the plain, boring mouse.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95729 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/d75490657f4a8a2bc2752bc93dbbaf36042592d47000e805aecf0f3e67cb3d21.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/d75490657f4a8a2bc2752bc93dbbaf36042592d47000e805aecf0f3e67cb3d21.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa\u2019s face tightened as she shot back, \u201cAnd you\u2019re still wearing skirts so short, you\u2019re practically giving everyone a show.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice stepped aside, holding the door open just wide enough for Lisa to pass through. The tension between them was thick, and Lisa felt it immediately.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>As she walked in, she clutched the bottle of wine a little tighter. The kids\u2019 laughter echoed through the house, but the air between Lisa and Alice stayed cold. They sat down, poured their wine, and barely exchanged a word.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95728 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/7a46240725d00fdff9ab84f40255e1543a100af17513d3971611ecdfb4a9ab50.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/7a46240725d00fdff9ab84f40255e1543a100af17513d3971611ecdfb4a9ab50.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa\u2019s mind raced as she sipped her drink. She couldn\u2019t forget how Alice had treated her back in high school. Alice had been the queen of popularity, the one everyone admired, while Lisa had been invisible. Worse than invisible\u2014she\u2019d been Alice\u2019s target.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>She remembered all the times Alice had humiliated her. The teasing, the nasty rumors, the homework Alice would steal just to get ahead. But the worst memory was prom night when Alice stole her date. Lisa had gone alone, watching Alice dance and laugh, all while she wore the crown of prom queen.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Though it had been years, the pain still lingered. And Alice, sitting across from her now, had never said she was sorry. By the end of the night, the bitterness still hung in the air. They parted ways with just a few cold words.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95727 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/50527d12d9673a20ca452881b84e74ab2b9dde15e0bab2dfa6d8c89ad4fc7e3e.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/50527d12d9673a20ca452881b84e74ab2b9dde15e0bab2dfa6d8c89ad4fc7e3e.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Mike and Sophie stayed close friends, but Lisa avoided Alice. That was, until one day, when Lisa got a call from Mike\u2019s teacher, Miss Terry, asking her to come to the school. Lisa arrived, nervous but unprepared for what was waiting. As soon as she stepped into the office, she saw Alice sitting there.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa\u2019s stomach dropped. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d she asked, her voice tight.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Miss Terry gestured to the chair. \u201cPlease, sit down, Lisa.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Once she sat, Lisa glanced between Alice and Miss Terry. \u201cNow will you explain what this is about?\u201d she asked again.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95726 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/b845ff4ff621f2cdec9aa4963529c4338b817d169130e976dc94c6195429265f.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/b845ff4ff621f2cdec9aa4963529c4338b817d169130e976dc94c6195429265f.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cMike has been bullying Sophie,\u201d Miss Terry said, her tone serious.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa blinked, stunned. \u201cWhat? That\u2019s impossible. They\u2019re friends!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice sighed loudly, putting on her sorrowful face. \u201cSophie has told me about it several times. I tried to handle it, but when nothing changed, I had no choice but to get Miss Terry involved.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa could barely contain her frustration. \u201cWhy am I only hearing about this now?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95725 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/edcfac44171ab987e34ddd2e801e685e8e6ddcb43abd3f1ae90a165b7715e1e0.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/edcfac44171ab987e34ddd2e801e685e8e6ddcb43abd3f1ae90a165b7715e1e0.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice\u2019s eyes hardened as she sneered, \u201cMaybe you\u2019re not paying enough attention to your son. You haven\u2019t been taking care of him, and now he\u2019s becoming a horrible person!\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa\u2019s anger flared. \u201cHow dare you? You can insult me all you want, but don\u2019t you dare speak about my child like that!\u201d Her voice shook with emotion.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cPlease, calm down,\u201d Miss Terry said, trying to diffuse the situation. \u201cLisa, I know it\u2019s been tough managing things alone after your husband\u2019s passing. Maybe you should think about getting some help?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95724 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/2871a76bb7b032775bb05b4f0a16fb8ec21deea8017974198f1d1e5d9e43c4ef.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/2871a76bb7b032775bb05b4f0a16fb8ec21deea8017974198f1d1e5d9e43c4ef.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa straightened, her voice firm. \u201cI am managing. We\u2019re managing just fine. Mike is even seeing a specialist.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Miss Terry nodded, but her expression stayed serious. \u201cI see. But if this behavior doesn\u2019t stop, we may have to consider expelling Mike from the school.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa couldn\u2019t believe what she was hearing. \u201cShe\u2019s making all this up! Can\u2019t you see that? Mike and Sophie are friends! Has anyone even seen him bullying her?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Miss Terry hesitated. \u201cNo, but Sophie has told me\u2026\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95723 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/a01d6128cece125be699ebba1a38df93694bbc4d0fca42a92530d1b9f01e6b16.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/a01d6128cece125be699ebba1a38df93694bbc4d0fca42a92530d1b9f01e6b16.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice smirked and added, \u201cMaybe you need a specialist too if you can\u2019t see what your son is doing.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa couldn\u2019t hold back anymore. \u201cOh, go to hell! I\u2019ve had enough of this!\u201d she shouted, storming out of the office, her heart pounding.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Tears streamed down Lisa\u2019s face as she drove home, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She couldn\u2019t believe it. After all these years, Alice was still stirring up trouble, just like in high school.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95722 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/9bbf0033a07e4dbc3f88e8b567893caadb8f576a8d51868f8d8cfa129e06fae1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/9bbf0033a07e4dbc3f88e8b567893caadb8f576a8d51868f8d8cfa129e06fae1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>But this wasn\u2019t high school anymore. They were grown women, mothers with kids to care for. Lisa thought Alice should\u2019ve learned by now. We\u2019re not teenagers anymore. Why is she still acting like one?\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>A few days passed after the tense meeting at school. One evening, Lisa was startled by a knock at the door. She opened it to find Alice standing there, her expression different from the cold one she usually wore.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. \u201cWhat do you want? Come to throw more insults at me?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cNo,\u201d Alice said quietly, looking down at her feet for a moment. \u201cI came to apologize.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95721 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/45ed84d465409b074ca784ef1c9dc00b80ffc69f9447f84af084bad6270277cc.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/45ed84d465409b074ca784ef1c9dc00b80ffc69f9447f84af084bad6270277cc.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'><br>\n<span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa stood frozen, shocked. Those were the last words she expected to hear from Alice.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice nodded, her face troubled. \u201cSophie\u2019s been crying non-stop. She misses Mike. She wants to be friends with him again. I hate seeing her so upset. She\u2019s all I have, Lisa.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cSo, you\u2019re admitting you lied?\u201d Lisa asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and anger.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cYes,\u201d Alice replied, meeting Lisa\u2019s gaze. \u201cI\u2019m going to tell Miss Terry the truth tomorrow.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95720 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/77e856a1266d77c19ae01701e00783714c2194d4b3a32615be198a743ec6fdea.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/77e856a1266d77c19ae01701e00783714c2194d4b3a32615be198a743ec6fdea.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cBut why?\u201d Lisa asked, still confused. \u201cWhy lie in the first place?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice sighed deeply. \u201cFor the same reason I did in high school. I was jealous of you.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cJealous?\u201d Lisa asked, her voice rising. \u201cI lost my husband. I\u2019m raising a child alone.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95719 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/1475deb7ba64953e0cca535f9eda8b0d82af9776f025f7735f50016774b6295a.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"556\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/1475deb7ba64953e0cca535f9eda8b0d82af9776f025f7735f50016774b6295a.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice bit her lip, looking ashamed. \u201cBut at least you had a husband who loved you,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cI married Scott. Remember him? The guy I stole from you at prom?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa nodded, memories of that awful night rushing back.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice continued, \u201cI don\u2019t want to get into the details, but he wasn\u2019t a good husband. Not a good father either. Two years ago, I finally got the courage to leave him. Sophie and I ran away.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95718 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/88e2b1c14bff4b740bd7d2dc0cec93c1340d934f18433497b3ea7ff510a8023d.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/88e2b1c14bff4b740bd7d2dc0cec93c1340d934f18433497b3ea7ff510a8023d.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Lisa raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on her lips. \u201cSo, I should be thanking you for stealing him, huh?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Alice gave a sad laugh. \u201cYou were always better than me\u2014smarter, braver. You had a good family. And when I saw how strong you were with Mike, how well you were doing on your own, I couldn\u2019t handle it.\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>There was a long pause before Alice added, \u201cCan you forgive me?\u201d\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95717 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/37cc2879569c4f28627cbe2ea4920aa15705974bf09ab1e2a3b38bb3cc0e2f17.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/37cc2879569c4f28627cbe2ea4920aa15705974bf09ab1e2a3b38bb3cc0e2f17.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>\u201cCome inside. Let\u2019s start with some wine. We have a lot to talk about,\u201d Lisa said, stepping aside and holding the door open for Alice.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>They stood there for a few moments, awkward and unsure, before Alice suddenly leaned forward and hugged her.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>It caught Lisa off guard, but she hugged her back. All the anger Lisa had been holding onto started to fade at that moment. She realized Alice had been carrying her own burdens too.\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95716 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/inovatestory.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/da74c526158eadcedd6cbd31d8a07fb92198b749f1d9f3f5ec7b273ffb189aa8.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"992\"' height='\"992\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/inovatestory.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/da74c526158eadcedd6cbd31d8a07fb92198b749f1d9f3f5ec7b273ffb189aa8.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n<p><span style='\"font-size:'>Tell us what you think about this story and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lisa\u2019s son, Mike, couldn\u2019t stop talking about his new friend, Sophie. Every day, it was Sophie this, Sophie that. Curious and hopeful about connecting, Lisa finally agreed to meet Sophie\u2019s mom. But when she opened the door, Lisa\u2019s world came crashing down\u2014it was someone from her past. 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