Woman Comes to Meet Her Fiancé’s Parents and Sees Another Woman Posing as Her at the Dinner — Story of the Day

A man falls in love with a large woman but he is ashamed to be seen with her in public so he invites a thin girl to go with him to his parents’ anniversary celebration.

Mark Hallspringer was determined to find the perfect woman: bright, charming, witty, and of course, beautiful with a dynamite figure and great style. After all, he was handsome, successful and athletic, and quite a catch. He deserved the best.

When Mark started talking to Anna, he had no romantic intentions whatsoever. She definitely wasn’t his type. The funny thing is that sometimes we get what we need, not what we want, and it took Mark a long, long time to realize that.

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It all started when Mark was asked to coordinate efforts between the company’s sales director and the marketing division. Marketing, as it turned out, was being run very efficiently by a woman called Anna Coulton.

Even though Mark and Anna had been working in the same company and the same building for three years, they had never met, not at meetings, or mixers, or even the Christmas party.

Mark sent Anna an email asking her to explain how she was articulating her marketing push with the sales division (sales were lagging and blaming marketing).

Anna’s reply was concise, clear, and neatly put the ball back on the salesforce side of the fence. Mark liked the way her mind worked, and he also liked the fact that she had put forward several suggestions to help boost sales.

The next day, he called her on the phone to discuss her ideas, and to set up a meeting between her and the sales director. Anna had a lovely throaty voice, and a lovely laugh, and halfway through they were chatting like old friends.

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From then on, Mark found himself calling Anna — supposedly to check up on progress — but in reality to hear her voice. He liked Anna Coulton’s intelligence and sense of humor, and he loved talking to her.

A few weeks of daily conversations down the line, Mark asked Anna out on a date. There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Are you sure about that, Mark?” Anna asked.

“Of course!” Mark said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I may not be what you expect,” she said quietly. “I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

“Tea…” said Mark. “Did I ever tell you my mother’s British? I love tea, every type of tea, I’m addicted to tea…” Anna laughed and reluctantly agreed to have lunch with Mark on Saturday.

The day arrived and Mark waited impatiently outside the restaurant for Anna to arrive. “I should have asked if she was a blonde or a brunette!” he thought to himself. “How will I know who she is?”

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Just then, a large girl approached Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello, Mark,” said Anna’s throaty, sexy voice. “I’m Anna.”

Mark was stunned. Whatever he had expected wasn’t this! Anna was beautiful, yes, very beautiful with a face worthy of the cover of Vogue, but she was overweight. She was what they now tactfully call a plus-size.

But then they started talking, and Mark forgot about her weight and found himself completely fascinated by Anna and her radiant smile. At the end of lunch, he already knew he wanted to see her again.

Over the next six months, they fell in love, but Mark found himself cringing from the idea that other people would know he was dating a big girl. The truth is, he was embarrassed, and that embarrassment shamed him.

At work, they kept their relationship under wraps, because of company policy, but Mark had already met Anna’s family and knew she was waiting to meet his. The issue became even more pressing when he found himself proposing one night.

He loved Anna. He wanted to spend all his time, the rest of his life with her, but he didn’t want anyone to know… He imagined his kid brother’s smirk as he eyed Anna’s ample curves. No! It wasn’t going to happen!

Then disaster struck. His parents were having their 40th wedding anniversary celebration and Anna helped him to shop for a present. “So when is the party, babe?” Anna asked excitedly. “I can’t wait to meet them! Do they know we’re engaged?”

Mark nodded. “Yes, they do! They know all about you!” That was a lie. All that his parents knew was that Mark was in love and engaged to a beautiful girl called Anna, but they knew nothing specific about her at all.

Mark explained that the party would be at his parents’ home in Connecticut, and they would take the two-hour drive over on Friday night, then spend the weekend. Anna was delighted, and Mark was horrified. How was he going to get out of this bind? Anna expected to go, and his parents expected her there…

Then Mark had an idea. It was a stupid idea, though it seemed to be brilliant at the time mostly because it would save him embarrassment.

Two days before they were supposed to drive up to Connecticut, Mark called Anna. “Honey, I have bad news!” he said. “I’m on a plane. The board wants me up in Colorado to sort out a labor issue, which means I’ll be flying directly to Connecticut on Saturday morning, if at all. I’m sorry, you won’t be able to go with me!”

Anna was very disappointed. “Oh, no!” she gasped, I’m so sorry. But what about your present? Do you want me to send it by special delivery?”

Mark sighed with relief. Anna was taking it well. “Baby, that would be brilliant! Let me give you my parents’ address…”

Anna hung up the phone. Poor Mark! He’d sounded so disappointed! Anna stared down at his parents’ address and an idea popped into her head. Why not deliver the gift in person? It would be a lovely surprise for Mark!

That it would be a mistake didn’t even cross Anna’s mind until she knocked on the door of Mark’s parents’ house and a slender older woman answered.

“Yes?” the woman said politely.

Anna gave her best smile. “Hi,” she said. “This is an anniversary gift for Mr. and Mrs. Hallspringer?”

The woman smiled and took the present from Anna’s hands. “Thank you!” she said and started to close the door.

Anna put out her hand. “I’m Anna. Anna Coulton, Mark’s fiancée?” She started to feel nervous when the woman’s mouth hung open.

“Is this a joke, young woman?” she asked sternly. “Because my son and his fiancée Anna are sitting down to dinner with me this minute…” Anna pushed past the woman rudely and walked into the house.

There was a big table set up in the dining room and at one end was Mark, and next to him, hanging on to his arm was a slender gorgeous girl. “Mark!” Anna cried. “What is going on here?”

Mark jumped to his feet and his face turned deadly white. “Anna-” he stuttered. “It’s not what you think… This woman, she’s an actress…”

“I don’t understand,” Anna cried. “If you don’t love me, why did you propose!”

“I do love you!” Mark said. “It’s just that… I was afraid…You…You know…”

“No,” Anna said. “I don’t know. What about me?” The other people around the table were sitting in absolute silence and most of them were looking down, and away from Mark.

Mark whispered, “You’re so…big.”

Anna looked him in the eyes for one long moment then she took off her ring and placed it on the table.

“You don’t know what love is. If you loved me,” she said sadly, “you wouldn’t be ashamed of me.” Before Mark could say another word, she turned her back and walked out.

Mark tried to phone Anna again and again, but she wouldn’t take his phone calls, not even at work. He was desolate. He missed Anna more and more, and he now realized he might have lost her forever.

There had to be a way to win her back, to make her see that he’d learned his lesson… The next day, when Anna was walking up to the office block she and Mark worked in, she saw a crowd of her colleagues milling around in front of the building and pointing at a huge billboard on the other side of the street.

When they saw Anna, they all started to whistle and clap. Anna frowned, then she saw the billboard, and her mouth dropped open. On the huge billboard was a photo of herself and Mark, with their arms around each other.

A huge caption proclaimed, “I LOVE ANNA COULTON AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!” Anna was still trying to process the whole scene when Mark walked up to her and dropped to one knee.

“Please marry me,” Mark said with tears in his eyes. “I love you, now and forever, forgive me even if I’m an idiot!”

“You ARE an idiot!” Anna said, “But I still love you!”

Anna and Mark are making plans for a winter wedding up in Connecticut and all their friends and both families are invited.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Accept people for who and what they are. Mark was in love with Anna but he was afraid of what people would think because she was plus-size.
  • What matters the most is the love and kindness in people’s hearts, not their looks. When he lost Anna, Mark finally realized what really mattered to him.

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I Accidentally Saw My MIL in a Nightshirt on a Phone, but to My Shock, It Wasn’t Her or Her Husband’s Phone

I Accidentally Saw My MIL in a Nightshirt on a Phone, but to My Shock, It Wasn’t Her or Her Husband’s Phone

Jocelyn is enjoying a big family holiday when she accidentally sees racy pics of her MIL on a phone. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the owner of the phone then comes looking for the device, and it’s the last person she expected!

There are some things you just can’t unsee. I had one of those moments recently, during an annual family get-together at my in-laws’ cottage.

A bunch of us gather here every summer, including my parents and other relatives. We usually have a great time, but this year, I accidentally exposed a huge secret. The fallout almost destroyed us all.

A cabin on a lakeshore | Source: Pexels

A cabin on a lakeshore | Source: Pexels

So there I was, curled up in the old armchair in the corner of the living room, trying to fend off a nasty headache. Everyone was either cleaning up after dinner or preparing for our traditional board game night.

We had a rule: all phones went into a small wooden box during game time to ensure we all stayed present. The box was sitting right next to me, and I was using the lull to rest a bit after the games.

That’s when it happened.

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A small wooden chest | Source: Pexels

One of the phones in the box buzzed. No big deal, right? But then it buzzed again. And again. Curiosity got the better of me.

I reached for the buzzing phone, trying to remember if we had any rules about checking messages. Pretty sure we didn’t, so I figured it couldn’t hurt.

The screen lit up as I picked it up. The wallpaper was a generic sunset, nothing special. But the notifications… I wish I hadn’t looked.

Woman staring at a phone in shock | Source: MidJourney

Woman staring at a phone in shock | Source: MidJourney

There, right on the screen, was a photo of my MIL, Mandy, in lingerie. My heart skipped a beat. I mean, she’s a classy lady, always so put-together, and there she was, posing like a Victoria’s Secret model.

I thought for sure it was Dean, my FIL’s phone. They’ve been married forever, so maybe they had their ways of keeping things spicy. Gross, but whatever.

But before I could even process that thought, my dad walked into the room, looking like he’d lost something. He went straight to the box, glanced inside, and frowned.

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A mature man frowning | Source: MidJourney

“Hey, have you seen my phone?” he asked, scanning the room.

I held up the buzzing phone, trying to keep my face neutral. “This one?”

He grinned. “Yeah, that’s mine.”

Wait, what? My brain couldn’t keep up. My dad’s phone? I felt like I was in a bad soap opera.

He grabbed the phone from my hand and his eyes widened as he saw the screen. Without another word, he stormed into the kitchen. I followed him, feeling like I was floating outside my own body.

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A woman in shock | Source: Pexels

In the kitchen, Mandy was washing dishes, humming softly to herself. My dad didn’t waste a second.

“Stop doing this! Stop sending these pictures!” he snapped.

She spun around, dropping a plate that shattered on the floor. Her face turned a shade of red I didn’t think was possible.

Maybe I should’ve waited to overhear more of the conversation, but that’s just not the type of person I am. Instead, I rushed right in there, determined to get answers.

“What’s going on?” I blurted out, stepping into the room.

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A woman peering around a door | Source: Pexels

Both Dad and Mandy froze, like deer caught in headlights. They stared at me before exchanging a guilty look.

“Everything is fine, honey,” Mandy stammered. “It’s just a misunderstanding.”

“I don’t think so,” I replied, crossing my arms. “I saw the pictures.”

Dad sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I’ll explain everything.”

He took my hand and led me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. My mind was racing, trying to piece together what was happening.

“Look,” he began, sitting me down on the edge of the bed. “Mandy and I knew each other when we were younger.”

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A tense mature man | Source: Pexels

“She was in love with me,” he continued, “but I didn’t feel the same. I met your mom, and everything between us ended. Or so I thought.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was insane.

“When you and Dylan got married, and I saw Mandy again… it was surreal. We decided not to tell anyone about our past together. But then the pictures started.” Dad hung his head. “At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, but then it kept happening. Today was the last straw.”

“This is crazy,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

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A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

“I know, and I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said, his eyes full of regret. “But you need to understand, it’s over. It’s been over for a long time. Your mother is the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “What do we do now?”

“We confront this together, as a family,” he said firmly. “No more secrets. We’ll talk to her and make sure this stops for good.”

I was still reeling from everything Dad had told me as we headed back downstairs.

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A wooden staircase | Source: Pexels

The whole thing felt surreal like I was trapped in some twisted reality show. My dad’s affair with Mandy from decades ago, her unrequited love, and now these scandalous photos — my head was spinning.

The rest of the family was gathered in the living room, sensing something was up. Mandy was nervously picking at a thread on her sweater, while Dean looked concerned, his eyes darting between us.

“We need to talk,” my dad announced, breaking the tense silence. “All of us. Now.”

“What’s this about?” Dean asked, his voice laced with worry.

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A mature man | Source: Pexels

Mandy’s face paled as she glanced at my dad. “Please, not here. Not in front of everyone.”

“No,” I said, surprising even myself with the firmness in my voice. “This needs to be out in the open.”

My dad nodded, taking a deep breath. “It’s about the photos, the ones you’ve been sending to me.”

Dean’s eyes widened in shock. “What photos? What’s he talking about?”

Mandy’s shoulders slumped, and she let out a shaky breath. “I… Joseph and I dated before I met you. I’ve been sending him pictures. Inappropriate pictures. It was a mistake. I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

Regretful mature woman | Source: Pexels

Regretful mature woman | Source: Pexels

“You thought it was okay to do this?” I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. “To send those photos to my dad? How could you?”

Dean looked like someone had punched him. “I can’t believe this. Why, Mandy? Why would you do something like this?”

Tears welled up in Mandy’s eyes. “I was trying to hold onto something that was never really there. I made a mistake, a terrible mistake.”

“A mistake?” Dean echoed, his voice shaking with hurt. “This is more than a mistake. This is betrayal.”

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Angry mature man | Source: MidJourney

My dad stepped forward, his expression serious. “We need to address this as a family. Mandy, you need to stop this behavior immediately.”

She nodded, wiping away her tears. “I know. I’m so sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”

We spent the next hour discussing what to do next. My dad was adamant that we needed a clear plan to move forward.

“We need to ensure this never happens again. Mandy, you need to seek help. Therapy, counseling—whatever.”

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A sad mature woman | Source: Pexels

“I will,” she agreed, her voice small but determined. “I’ll get help. I don’t want to hurt this family any more than I already have.”

The weight of her words settled over us, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then Dean spoke, his voice heavy with emotion. “I need time to process this. But I want us to work through it. For our family.”

We all nodded, the gravity of the situation pulling us together. It wasn’t going to be easy, but we had to try.

Later that evening, after things had calmed down, my mom arrived.

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Smiling mature woman | Source: Pexels

She’d been out for a walk, blissfully unaware of the storm that had erupted in her absence. We sat her down and explained everything.

Her reaction was a mixture of shock, sadness, and resolve. “We’ll get through this,” she said, holding my dad’s hand. “We’re a family, and we’ll face this together.”

The next few days were a blur of emotions as we all tried to process what had happened. There were a lot of difficult conversations, tears, and attempts at understanding.

Mandy started seeing a therapist, and slowly, we began to pick up the pieces.

Mature woman speaking to her therapist | Source: MidJourney

Mature woman speaking to her therapist | Source: MidJourney

It was a long road to healing, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like we were all moving in the right direction. No more secrets, no more lies—just the truth, as painful as it was, and the hope that we could rebuild what had been broken.

Would you have exposed the secret if this happened to you?

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