When Lori and Chris return from their dreamy honeymoon, they are eager to welcome life as a married couple. But as they enter their home, they find a large black box in their hallway. What would have been a wedding present turns into the very thing that destroys their relationship…
The moment we got home, everything felt perfect. The trip had been beautiful, with turquoise waters and sandy beaches, and Chris and I had no worries in the world. All we wanted to do was bask in the bliss of our wedding and the anticipation of our married life together.
As we walked through our front door, everything looked exactly as we had left it, down to the perfectly fluffed couch cushions. Except for the massive black box sitting in the hallway.
I stopped in my tracks.
“What is that?” I asked, the words hanging between us.
I would have thought that maybe it was a welcome-home gift from Chris, but the look on his face told me that it wasn’t.
Chris shrugged, frowning.
“That wasn’t here when we left,” he said.
A note rested on the hallway table beside it, the writing jagged and unfamiliar. I picked it up, feeling a chill in the air.
Lori, open this alone.
I handed it to Chris. We stared at the note, then the box, the weight of it settling into my stomach like a bad premonition.
“Are you sure it’s not from you?” I asked him.
“No, darling,” he said, his frown setting deeper.
“I don’t like this one bit,” I said.
“Well, let’s open it together,” Chris suggested, his tone calm but his eyes cautious. “Just in case it’s something dangerous, you know?”
I nodded. I trusted him completely. Whatever this was, we’d face it side by side. That’s how it’s supposed to be when you’re married, right?
Chris grabbed a knife from the kitchen and carefully cut through the tape. I held my breath as he pulled the flaps open. Inside was something soft—a huge stuffed bear, bigger than anything I’d ever seen, with a giant red heart sewn onto its chest.
We both blinked.
“Seriously?” Chris muttered, his tension evaporating.
I laughed.
“Someone must be messing with us,” he laughed.
“It’s a bit creepy, if I’m being honest,” I said.
“Yeah, let’s just throw it into the basement until we figure out what to do with it. Maybe we should donate it.”
But I wasn’t so sure. Something about the bear felt off. I stepped closer, eyeing the heart on its chest, where the words “Press Me” were embroidered in tiny script.
“I don’t know…” I hesitated, reaching toward the toy.
“Go ahead,” Chris urged when he saw the script. “It’s just a toy. Let’s see what it has to say.”
I pressed the heart, not knowing that our entire world was about to collapse.
A little girl’s voice echoed from the bear.
“Daddy? Daddy, are you there?”
Chris froze beside me. I turned to him, wanting to understand the change in his demeanor. His face was pale, his eyes wide.
The voice continued.
“Daddy, when are you coming to see me? I miss you.”
I felt my pulse hammering in my throat, making me nauseous. The room was suddenly too small. Chris wouldn’t even look at me.
“Daddy, will you come today? Will you come visit me? I’m still in the hospital…”
Then, another voice. A deeper, familiar voice cut through the silence.
“I’m busy, sweetheart. I’ll visit soon.”
It was Chris.
I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.
“Chris?” I whispered. “That’s you? Really?”
The recording continued.
“Please, Daddy? It’s lonely and cold here. Mom is working…”
“I can’t, Kira,” Chris said. “I have things to do.”
There was a beep, and the recording stopped. But the conversation lingered in the air like smoke, suffocating us both. I couldn’t breathe.
“Is this… is this real or some horrible joke?” I asked flatly.
Chris stared at the floor, his hands shaking.
Who was this man? Had I really married a man who had an entire past that I didn’t know about?
“Lori, I don’t know what to say,” Chris started saying.
But I barely heard him. Next to the bear, something caught my eye. A white envelope tucked into the box. I grabbed it, ripped it open, and unfolded the letter inside.
I took a deep breath before reading the letter:
Lori,
Three years ago, your husband abandoned his sick daughter and myself. Our little girl had cancer. Chris promised to help, but one day, he disappeared. He just moved to another state, leaving us behind without a word. I worked multiple jobs, trying to pay for her treatments, which cost me precious moments with my child.
In the end, nothing was enough. The surgery didn’t work. The treatment didn’t work. She died, Lori. My child died at five years old. And all she had left was this toy he sent her before vanishing from our lives. I bet he doesn’t even remember.
I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. My vision blurred, and the room tilted as if the ground was giving way beneath my feet.
I read on, allowing the words to slice me open.
I’m not writing this letter for revenge. I just want you to know the kind of man you’re with. If he could leave a dying child—his dying child—imagine what he’ll do to you when life gets tough. Will he leave you and your child, too? Attached are court documents. I’m filing for child support for the years he abandoned us. I’m not doing this to hurt you. But I wanted to warn you, woman to woman—this man isn’t who he says.
My mind swirled, and my nausea grew worse, but I forced myself to look at the papers inside the envelope. They were court documents, just like the letter said.
“Chris, is this true?” I asked.
But he was already backing away.
“Stand and talk to me!” I shrieked.
“I thought… I thought I could leave it all behind, Lori,” he said. “I swear, I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”
“Leave it behind?” I spat the words at him, disbelief crashing over me. “You had a daughter. A sick daughter! And you just left her!”
He shook his head, as if trying to shake the truth away.
“I thought I could start over, Lori,” he said.
“You thought you could erase them? Pretend like they never existed? Just move on, like nothing happened?”
Visions of a sick child clouded my brain.
Chris’s silence answered my question. I felt disgust churn in my stomach. The man I had just married, the man that I thought I knew so well…
Now, he was nothing but a stranger.
“I can’t do this,” I said. “I can’t stay married to you. I can’t stay married to a man who could abandon his own child. For goodness’ sake, Chris. I can’t even look at you.”
“Lori, please,” he begged. “I can explain it all.”
“Just take your things and get out,” I said.
“Lori, you don’t mean that. We just got married. We can fix this. We can talk it through.”
“No,” I said. “You lied to me. You lied to her. You let that little girl die thinking that you didn’t care about her. I can’t be with someone like that… I can’t think about having a family with someone like that.”
Chris opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He turned away, and I watched as he gathered his things in silence.
When he finally walked out the door, the house felt unnervingly quiet. I stood alone in the hallway, the black box still open, the stuffed bear sitting there like some twisted reminder of everything that had unfolded.
I made myself a cup of tea and went to sit outside on the porch. I couldn’t imagine that I was here, sitting and thinking about filing for divorce the next day.
I had been married for a solid 17 days. A part of me wondered if Chris and I could have moved past this…
But what would it say about me? That I didn’t see anything wrong with a man who left his family just because things were dark and difficult?
No. I couldn’t do that.
What would you have done?
Man transforms recycled containers into a modern, eco-friendly 2-bedroom home with luxury amenities
Living in a sustainable, modern home constructed from recycled containers is an enjoyable and rewarding experience.
Reusing shipping containers not only lessens the impact on the environment but also opens up new possibilities for home design creativity and innovation.
These days, container homes are widespread, but very few are regarded as “luxury.”
A man by the name of Nick constructed an opulent, environmentally friendly house out of marine containers on a plot of land in Index, Washington.
The roughly six-acre plot was bought by Nick and his spouse in 2010.
The original plan was to locate a summertime hideaway where families could get together and enjoy the outdoors for river activities and skiing.
Currently, Nick’s family has six tiny cabins on the land, which they began renting out on Airbnb in 2017.
Nick began work on the environmentally friendly Sea Container Cabin project after finishing the Tree House.
The recycled containers that were utilized were produced in 2007. It has minor dings from when it was used to move cargo.
Nonetheless, Nick thinks that his friends, family, and short-term renters will find it valuable due to its originality and distinction.
There are two 40-foot High Cube containers in the green house.
They were divided in half to create a 40-foot cantilever with around 12 feet on each side and two 20-foot containers on the lower level.
This cantilever, which creates a covered entry, is made possible by the repurposed containers’ strength.
The front locking mechanisms have welded handles for aesthetic appeal, emulating a conventional shipping container.
Nick decided to save the site’s roots by using a segmented foundation in order to protect the trees.
To avoid moisture issues and condensation, they employed spray foam insulation with closed cells.
The frames for the doors and windows were welded around the pre-cut containers.
An unusual rooftop hot tub that heats with gas and solar panels is a distinctive outside feature.
From the shipping of the containers in September to the first visitors being welcomed in March, the full building procedure took about six months.
Nick paid $12,000 for three recycling containers, for a grand total of almost $250,000.
When entering the green house, one is struck by how much it looks like a ski hut, complete with vintage skis thrown in for good measure.
The dining space, living room, and kitchen are all part of the open floor design.
A modern touch is added by an electric fireplace along with inventive lighting options that use LED strips concealed in channels.
The kitchen has recycled Paper Stone countertops and basalt tiles with a Lava Rock theme, all done in dark hues.
A convection microwave oven and a two-burner cooktop make up for the lack of a conventional oven and dishwasher.
As you wash dishes in the kitchen, you can enjoy the breathtaking view of a 110-year-old fir tree.
A mini-split system provides both heating and cooling for the container home.
A powder room with a floor-to-ceiling window, Paper Stone countertops, and a spa toilet are located downstairs.
There is a fire pit area, barbeque area, and covered porch in the backyard.
The unique staircase with LED lights on each step is a noteworthy feature. Everett Steel provided the metal components, which combined to create a robust yet sophisticated design.
There are two bedrooms upstairs, each with a basin for a toothbrush, dimmable mirrors, and environmentally friendly cork flooring.
A short queen bed and a skylight with a view of the woodland are features of the guest bedroom.
The slightly longer master bedroom in the eco-friendly house has the same comfortable bed and a skylight.
The bathroom, which has lava rock floors, a steam shower, and a distinctive Basalt strip, is shared by both bedrooms.
You can turn on the steam for a few minutes before getting in to thoroughly experience the hot tub and steam shower.
Situated 30 minutes from Steven’s Pass, this is a true ski chalet that offers the ideal haven after a tiring day of skiing.
Watch the video below to get a tour of Nick’s environmentally friendly house:
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