A Millionaire Threw His Wife and Daughter Out. Years Later, He Saw the Consequences

Finding a New Home

When Catherine left the house, she called Aunt May. She promised to collect everything you need, and she also said that her friend was renting a room.

Delighted, Catherine went to the indicated address. The hostess was a very kind grandmother.

When she heard Catherine’s story, at first she didn’t want to take money from her. But Catherine assured her that she had finances and a job.

In the end, the grandmother decided to rent out her room, not because of the good life either. As a result, Catherine went to work and Mary went to kindergarten.,

Sometimes Mrs. Harris looked after her. Catherine cleaned the whole apartment and often cooked dinner for everyone.

For the first time in years, Catherine felt at home. There was warmth and comforts, respect and mutual assistance that she had never seen before.

It was the middle of autumn. Catherine and her daughter went to the park.

They had to make crafts for the kindergarten and collect natural materials. And in the park, there were cones and acorns.

They collected a whole bouquet of leaves and a bag of cones, acorns, and twigs, after which they sat down on a bench. Catherine said, “We are great with you. We need to figure out what to make of all this now.”

Then she hugged her happy daughter. A male voice was heard nearby. “You can make an owl out of the leaves from a tree. I did this as a child and a hedgehog with the bumps.”

Catherine replied, “Thanks for the idea. I feel like we’ve collected on too much. Can we share with you?”

The man replied, “Thanks, but no. I have no children.”

Catherine continued, “Sorry, I thought that you also came for this since you remembered the owl.”

The man said, “In fact, as a child I also collected everything in this park with my mother and then we glued it all or used plasticine.”

They started talking. The man’s name was Chris.

He turned out to be a very interesting conversationalist, and he is also a musician. Catherine taught piano lessons, and Chris played the violin.

They also found many common themes on this subject. Now they often began to spend weekends together walking in the park.

Chris played with Mary and talked to Catherine. When winter came, winter fun was added.

Catherine was very easy with him. The daughter asked her mother, “Mom, why doesn’t Chris come to visit us? I told my grandma about him and she doesn’t mind.”

Chris always escorted them to the entrance and never imposed on guests. But then Catherine would have to tell that she and her daughter were kicked out onto the streets; she was ashamed.

She knew about Chris’s life. He never married; he had a girlfriend but she betrayed him, and so he lived on alone.

He worked hard and also traveled. On the next walk, Mary invited him to visit and he couldn’t refuse her.

He didn’t look at her accusingly to Catherine’s surprise when she told their story. A year has passed.

They again gathered leaves and chestnuts, only now together. Catherine had long realized that she fell in love with him, but Chris didn’t make any move towards.

While her daughter was playing with the leaves, she turned to him and said, “Chris, I can’t be silent any longer. I love you.”

And she looked into his eyes. Chris replied, “Catherine, there’s a reason we can’t be together.”

Catherine asked him, “Do you have a family or are you afraid of the age difference?”

The man said sadly, “No, the point is different. I should have told you about this a long time ago.”

“A year ago when we met I was walking from the doctor. I wanted to go to places that are close to me.”

“Six months before that I was given a terrible diagnosis. I underwent chemotherapy in a clinic in Israel but time has been lost and then doctors gave me six months.”,

“But you and Mary have extended my life for me. I don’t know how much I have left.”

A Gift of Time

Catherine didn’t know what to say to him. After a short pause, Chris continued, “Now you know everything. Will you find time for me tomorrow afternoon?”

She nodded. She had no words, and the rest of the walk was silent.

Chris picked up Catherine at work the next day. They went to the notary.

Catherine didn’t even look at what she was signing. She heard something about a house and a bank account, but her thoughts were not there.

When they left the notary, Chris said, “Move to my house which is now also yours. I will not have time to give you and Mary love and attention, but I will leave behind a house in small savings.”

“Unfortunately, I spent most of them in Israel.”

The next day, Catherine and her daughter moved in with Chris. And when a week later he was admitted to the hospital, Mrs. Harris also moved there.

She became so attracted to Catherine and Mary that she was very glad when she was asked for help. Catherine practically lived in the hospital and Mrs. Harris brought Mary there once a day.

A month has passed. Chris understood that he had very little time left to live.

The man said softly, “Catherine, you have to promise me something.”

Catherine sat closer to him. “Catherine, you and Mary should be happy. Don’t be afraid to let happiness into your life and don’t let anyone else treat you the way your husband did. My girls, be happy.”

Catherine said, furtively wiping away her tears, “I promise you.”

The funeral was attended by the entire orchestra in which Chris played. And after 40 days, a concert was dedicated to him in the theater where the little girl Mary took the stage, sat down at the piano, and played his favorite tune.

The Legacy of a Melody

It’s been six years. Mrs. Harris was cooking in the kitchen; today was a gala dinner.

Mary won the regional competition. She already played the piano quite virtuoso.

Catherine, Mary, and Michael were due to arrive home soon., Catherine has found her love and Mary calls him dad.