She Destroyed Dad's AP With ONE Question After Years...

Why not introduce your affair partner during your wife's final darkest hours? It's soothing for her to know she'll be replaced. >> In her darkest [music] and final hours, she met his affair partner. Her replacement. She told her daughter, trying to help her. But the daughter helped herself by taking away the affair partner's fertility. The revenge in this real Reddit story is uh quite disturbing. Viewer [music] discretion is advised. Before we start, gently remove the shameless [music] like button from its own gene pool. I have promised my late friend that I wouldn't share this story until at least a year after her passing. That time has passed. Oh, yeah. And this is nothing short of beautiful. Cruel, but beautiful. I'm going to switch to first-person point of view. This is the story as my dear friend told me numerous times. I was an only child [music] to two loving parents. Mom had a difficult pregnancy and an even harder labor. It was so bad that the doctor advised that they [music] never try again. Because he didn't want his wife to die, Dad got a vasectomy that was successful. I was sad that I didn't have any siblings, but I had a happy childhood until I was a young adult. When I was in the middle of college, Mom was diagnosed with stage four HGSC, [music] high-grade serous ovarian cancer. It's the most aggressive form of ovarian cancer, and Mom's older sister and Mom both lost the battle to the same disease. We knew her odds weren't good. I don't know what dad was thinking. [music] I really don't. But he um he started an affair with his co-worker, a woman just a few years older than me. Let's call her Bertha. Strange thing is, Bertha started integrating herself into my and mom's life. She'd go shopping for us, keep the house in order, help me with homework, and even sit with mom when mom was going through chemo and dad and I weren't there. And no, I had no clue at all. I just thought it was a co-worker being kind [music] to a family going through hard times. It was then that I learned that she, Bertha, [music] said that she was engaged, but I didn't think much of it. Mom fought. She fought hard. But the odds just weren't in her favor. One day I was visiting her in hospice and we were playing shoots and ladders. Mom got real quiet and then she told me, "You do know your dad isn't planning to reverse his vasectomy, right?" I was surprised, wondering what she was talking about. Yeah, I know. I then asked her, "Why?" Mom just looked at me and said, "I think you'd best keep that in mind." We continued playing and when I left for the night, I kissed her and she said, "You'll be fine on your own." She passed that night. I believe she knew she was going to die that night and uh didn't want to scare me. Once again, Bertha was right by our side. She helped us plan the funeral, brought us food, helped out around the house, organize and take out most of mom's stuff. Strangely, and at the same time, slowly started moving her things in. It was like putting a frog in a pot of water and having the temperature raised. [music] It was slow. It was gradual. A year or so later, she had completely moved [music] herself in and was part of our lives. We, or she, never spoke of that previous engagement she mentioned when meeting my mom. Mom got mentioned less and [music] less. I don't remember what made me suspicious enough to start digging, but start digging I did. There was zero info on a previous fiance. [music] More importantly, I learned the affair began shortly after mom's diagnosis. >> [music] >> There was no doubt. Ugh, I was sickened, furious, and saddened. I took out my phone with evidence, ready to confront Dad and Bertha with the knowledge. Oh, but but something else struck me. See, during one of her visits with my mom present, Bertha mentioned to Mom and me that she wished to have children with her fiance. Well, thing about my mom, she wasn't dumb. My mom knew that the affair was going on, and she trusted me to spill the beans. But I wanted to twist the knife further, deeper [music] and further than I think my mom intended or imagined. As a result, I decided to play the long game. It was a gamble, one that had a good chance of not paying off, but it was one I was willing to take. I don't think my mom would have wanted me to go this far, [music] as it took away some part of me. Well, I'll rather continue so you understand. So I played the long game. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't throw tantrums. I refrained myself from asking sensitive questions. I bit my tongue, sometimes literally. I smiled while I watched as they courted, got engaged, [music] and married 3 years later. I squealed with delight when they announced their engagement to me. I teared up to the fairy tale-like proposal of my dad's newly found romantic side. >> [music] >> So happy. The joy. Oh, how it was meant to be, right? I wore a proud smile on their wedding day. They never expected me to, [music] but I made a tear-dropping toast at the reception. The sweet, strong, but oh so unfortunate [music] daughter I am, blessing their marriage. Oh so happy for them. I even took extra steps to hide [music] test results from dad's urologist in such a way that Bertha wouldn't find it, [music] but dad would. Believe me, I was internally screaming. I wanted the world to know the way they hurt mom and me during her darkest hour. I got dangerously close several times. I even wrote a fantasy toast for the reception, but that's what it was, fantasy. I couldn't ruin this. So I said nothing, knowing the payoff would be worth it. Time passed. We played happy family. It was no effort to find birthday or Christmas presents she'd actually like without pretending, as like I said, she's just some years older than me. I got married to my awesome husband and had children. Multiple healthy children filling our home and family gatherings with their joy and love. Dad and Bertha played doting grandparents, but I knew from the pained look on Bertha's face that she was bemoaning her empty nest. Just as I was beginning to doubt my patience and choices, [music] the day came. Bertha and I had started the tradition of getting together for coffee shortly after mom's death. We'd talk girl things, again as I internally screamed, cry, live, laugh, love, that sort of [music] thing. That day, Bertha was sad and sullen. I could tell she had been crying. I asked what was wrong. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard why. She was struggling to get pregnant for years, but assumed it was stress from work. Then her period started coming fewer and farther between. She decided to go to the doctor and find out why. It turned out she was entering perimenopause and her chances of successfully getting pregnant had dwindled. The doctor told her, in essence, her childbearing years were over. As I crooned sympathetic noises, Bertha said, "It doesn't make sense. We tried so hard to have kids for years, but I wasn't able to get pregnant. I don't know why." It was then that I knew it was time. So, I said, "You mean Dad didn't tell you?" "Didn't tell me what?" she asked. I was fighting every chance to smile as I tried playing the "It's not my right to tell" and "I can't believe he didn't tell you" cards until she practically begged me. I should have won an Oscar for my performance. I told her about the vasectomy and that Dad had no intention of reversing it. You should have seen Bertha. She completely deflated like a balloon. Her shoulders slumped. She bowed her head and she sobbed in her hands. Her upper body increasingly shaking while she started to gasp for air between her crying moans. I wanted to rejoice. I wanted to rub her face in it. I knew though that would make me look like the bad guy. So, I hugged her and rubbed her back telling her Dad was horrible for not telling her, that she deserved a different outcome, and that he completely wasted her time. Again, I was fighting to not smile. When she left, I grabbed her hand, looked her in the eyes, and told her I would always be there for her. But, I knew she wasn't going to be part of my life anymore. Why would she? I was the daughter of the man who betrayed her. Once she had left and I was alone, I wept with joy and relief that it paid off, but also deep sorrow that Mom hadn't been there to see it. That was the last time I saw or talked to Bertha. I didn't tell my dad any of this. A few weeks later, Dad called me in a fury. >> [music] >> Bertha had packed her bags and left, slapping him with divorce papers. She yelled at him for not being honest with her, that he had a vasectomy he had no intention of reversing, that he knew she wanted kids, worked at it seemingly with him, and that she had wasted all of her childbearing years. And worse, that he had left it to me to tell her. He then said to me, "How could you do that to us? We loved you." I could finally remove the mask I wore and said in a cold tone, "You and Mom did a good job teaching me how to keep secrets." I hung up and that was it. I never spoke to him again, either. He didn't try to get in contact, and I sure as never tried nor wanted to. Last I heard, he and Bertha were divorced, [music] and the majority of the family sided with her and shunned him because of his keeping the awful secret for decades. [music] Huh, [sighs] I know I won't be joining Mom after I die. What I did was cruel, evil. It was horrible. I should have done what Mom wanted and spilled the beans beforehand, instead of wasting Bertha's youth and childbearing years. Even if she could adopt, she'd probably die before her children were fully grown. So, even in the best-case scenario, she won't have the time to spend or enjoy it, not even mentioning finding a fitting partner. Oh, well. Although it's hard to have compassion and mercy for a woman who integrated herself into my dying mom's life [music] as she was doing mom's husband. >> This story is straight fire. Dad introduces his side piece during [music] his wife's final darkest hours, thinking he's smooth and nobody would notice. Bertha plays helpful co-worker, integrates like she belongs, then gets played herself for years. The daughter bites her tongue, hides test results, and delivers the gut punch over coffee. You mean dad didn't tell you? Bertha crumbles, marriage done. Family sides against the liar. I love these tales of quiet justice where the cheaters and homewreckers finally eat their crap sandwiches. The daughter says it was evil, but after watching her mom suffer while this woman took over, nah, poetic. Mom would be proud of that cold delivery. >> Some of you told me about Patreon wanting [music] to support the channel. If that's you, the link is in the description. Thank you. I might add the Patreon supporters in the ending credits. But let me know if you dig that. Oh, and regarding this episode, drop your thoughts down below. Oh, and um let me know if you like this [music] episode. And if so, there's way more on my channel. See you in the next one. Bye-bye. >> Mhm.