Man Finds Note in Book from Flea Market, Realizes It’s a Mom-of-Two’s Cry for Help — Story of the Day

A man betrayed in love finds a note in a book from a flea market and realizes a single mother of two desperately needs his help.

The sweet kisses and cozy nights were a lie. The hugs and promises were a lie. “I’m glad we’re done!” Cole grumbled as he packed his ex-fiancée’s things, a wave of relief washing over him.

Lara was beautiful, young, and the prettiest woman Cole had ever seen in his entire life. When he proposed to her and she said yes, he was the happiest man on earth. But a few months before the wedding, he was hesitant to marry her.

On Christmas Eve, when he discovered how she cheated on him with his best friend, he knew exactly why he felt that way. So after cleaning her stuff out, he felt relieved he was saved from an awful life partner…

Cole had packed almost all her things in an ugly brown box when he stumbled upon an old book, which was gifted to him by Lara. He loved old books, their yellow sheets, and flawless words penned by authors. While he despised Lara, he couldn’t despise a book.

So Cole opened it and began reading, not realizing when hours had passed. Then he turned to a fresh page and came across a strange note.

“A tired mother of two pens her worries. Will help come to me? I don’t know. But do I need help? Yes, very much. This is my contact number… Call me if you can save my rotten life from loneliness. I don’t think I can save it any longer.”

“What does this even mean?” Cole wondered. “Ah, it’s an old book. Someone must have left it long ago.”

Cole left the note on his bedside table and would return to it only later that night while having wine. He didn’t know if it was the sudden braveness under the wine’s influence or his broken heart, but Cole dialed the number.

After a few rings, a deep, slumberous voice answered. “Who’s this?” she asked.

“Um, hey, hi,” Cole said. “I had this book that my ex gifted me, and I found your contact number in there. I was just curious… can I help you with something?”

“Jesus Christ!” He heard her sighing. “You must be high. Do you even know what time it is? You’re calling a stranger at 1 in the morning!”

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean to, okay? I was just wondering—”

“Well, I don’t have time for this. You woke me up, and I’m really annoyed. So goodbye!”

Before Cole could finish, he heard a beep on the other end of the line. The woman had hung up.