My brother has refused both to let Mother move in with him and to consider a care homehe insists theres
“You can live with uswhy bother getting a mortgage? You’ll inherit our house anyway!”
You won’t believe what happenedits one of those classic family dramas. So, Im sitting there one
Happy Women Always Look Fabulous
Lily was deeply shaken by her husband’s betrayal. At forty, she found herself alone—her daughter away at university in another city. Two months ago, her husband Igor had come home, sat down, and announced:
“I’m leaving you. I’ve fallen in love.”
“In love? With whom?” Lily was stunned.
“As men do. I fell for someone else. I feel good with her, I forget about you completely,” he replied matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal.
He packed quickly and left. Only afterwards, reflecting, did Lily realise the decision hadn’t been made overnight. He’d been taking his things bit by bit, and that day he just threw them in a suitcase and shut the door on their life together.
Lily cried, mourned, and thought nothing good would ever happen to her again. Life seemed to have stopped. She didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. Her phone rang constantly—her daughter, her best friend—but she answered reluctantly, usually hanging up quickly. At work, she didn’t want to talk to colleagues, all of whom looked at her differently; some with pity, others with a smirk.
Lily still hoped: Maybe Igor’s fling would lose its appeal, maybe he would return to her. “If he comes back, I’ll forgive him—I still love him.”
One weekend morning, Lily woke up early, as always, but lay in bed—no reason to get up, no reason to rush anywhere. Around eleven, her phone rang.
“Who bothers calling this early? I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she decided, glancing at the unfamiliar number. Then a thought popped into her head—what if it was Igor, who’d lost his phone or needed a new SIM? What if he wanted to come back? She regretted not answering.
As she pondered, the phone rang again.
“Hello?” she said into the receiver.
“Hi!” chirped a lively female voice.
“Sorry, who is this?” Lily replied, voice dripping with irritation.
“Lily, it’s me—Kerry! Your old mate!” came the answer.
Lily was disappointed; she’d been hoping to hear Igor’s voice.
“How are you holding up?”
“Not well,” Lily answered, quickly hanging up as tears streamed down.
She sat on the sofa and tried to calm herself. Shortly after, someone rang the doorbell. Lily’s heart leapt—could it be that Igor had changed his mind?
She opened the door, and found herself face-to-face with a glamorous, confident woman—her old school friend Kerry.
Kerry was radiant, with bold lipstick, stylish clothes, and a heavenly perfume that snapped Lily into the present. After school, Kerry had gone off to university in London, and they’d only met once in the last fifteen years. At school, they’d danced at parties, gossiped, swapped secrets.
“Wow, you look amazing!” Lily said involuntarily.
“Hey, darling. I’ve always looked like this. You… not so much,” Kerry said, giving Lily a top-to-bottom scan. “Well, are you going to let me in, or—?”
“Come in,” Lily replied, grudgingly letting her friend into the flat.
Kerry had come prepared, heading straight for the kitchen with a bottle of Spanish wine, cake, and oranges.
“Get out the wine glasses—let’s toast our reunion!” Kerry chattered away, and Lily, wordlessly, fetched glasses and sliced cake.
Without asking more questions, Kerry opened the wine and poured them both drinks.
“To our reunion!” she cheered, raising her glass.
They toasted, and after another round, Lily finally spilled everything—her pain, her heartbreak. Kerry just listened, then shrugged.
“Oh Lily, I thought something truly awful had happened.”
“It has!” Lily protested. “Your husband never left you.”
“My husband? Please, I left him,” Kerry replied, “after I found out he’d hooked up with some young thing. I filed for divorce right away! He was so shocked—thought he could party on the side and I’d never notice.”
“Maybe you didn’t love him,” Lily sighed.
“I did love him—a lot,” said Kerry, “but I refuse to stay with someone who hurts me. That’s not love.”
“My goodness, Kerry, you make it sound so simple.”
“It is! You just complicate everything—and you always have. So where’s your daughter?”
“She’s at university, in another city. Staying with an aunt.”
“Figures. So your ex ditched you and his daughter, but you’re still suffering.”
“But I love him…”
“Enough, Lily. Time for my special treatment for heartbreak—no pills needed. Shopping, makeovers, and maybe new romance!”
“Ooooh, Kerry…”
“Come on, get dressed! We’re off to the shopping centre, then the salon. No excuses. And do you have any cash put by?”
“Well, yes—we were saving for a new car for Igor.”
“He can make do with his old banger. You need to file for divorce and stop hoping for him to come back. And, actually, we should get your share for that car!”
“No, let him keep it,” Lily snapped. “Kerry, are you back from London for good?”
“For good—I can’t stand it there anymore. Now get changed—we’re taking you out! Oh, and by the way, Rita Petrov called. There’s a school reunion in a week, and we’re both going. Quite a few of the lads are single. Remember Vic from our class, the one who always had a thing for you since Year Seven?”
“Oh Kerry, who would want me now—I’m just an old nag.”
“Don’t be daft, Lily! You need to love yourself! We’ll have you looking like a prize-winning filly in no time,” Kerry laughed as she dragged Lily out of the door. “Hey, you remember my Auntie Cathy? She lives near your mum. She’s getting married for the fifth time, but can’t pick between two chaps!”
Soon, Lily could hardly recognise herself in the mirror.
“Unbelievable! Brand new hair colour, super-short cut—I’d never have thought it would suit me so much,” Lily marvelled. “I look young and gorgeous! Thank God for Kerry, she’s given me a new lease of life. Otherwise, I’d have sunk into bed and mouldered.”
The school reunion was held at a local café, nearly everyone was there except a few who couldn’t travel. Many didn’t recognise Lily at first; Vic, now a successful businessman, couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Lily, I didn’t even recognise you—you’re more stunning now than ever! I always fancied you, but you chose Igor instead. Where is he, anyway?”
“He left me,” Lily smiled.
“He left? Don’t joke, Lily—no one would ever walk away from a woman like you.”
“Apparently they do. But it’s for the best.”
“I never doubted that. I’m divorced too—been two years. Things took a turn with my business, and my now ex-wife called me a loser and went off with someone younger. But I bounced back, stronger than ever.”
Two months later, Lily was out hand-in-hand with Vic, strolling along the Thames after a night at the theatre. Suddenly, she saw Igor walking toward them, looking gaunt and alone. He didn’t recognise her at first.
“Maybe his new woman doesn’t feed him well,” she thought snarkily.
Igor caught her eye, hesitated, and asked, “Lily?”
She turned slowly, smiled, and said, “Oh, hello. This is Igor—my ex-husband. You didn’t recognise him, did you, Vic?”
“Hello. Nope, I didn’t,” Vic said. “I’m Lily’s future husband.”
Igor’s jaw dropped. Even Lily was surprised—Vic hadn’t actually proposed yet!
“How are you?” Lily asked cheerily.
“Oh, I’m… fine,” Igor stammered, “You’ve changed so much! You look fantastic.”
Lily smiled, took Vic’s arm and said, “Happy women always look fabulous.”
“So things are good for you?” Igor muttered.
“Of course! And they’re going to get even better,” Lily replied, and walked off with Vic, feeling the burning gaze of her ex-husband on her back. Happy women always look their best Claire was deeply hurt by her husband’s betrayal. At forty
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