My 25th high school reunion seemed like a nostalgic trip down memory lane until an unexpected encounter dredged up secrets I thought were long buried, leaving me reeling from the aftermath.
I recently attended my 25th high school reunion, and what happened there was something I’ll never forget. But before I share what went down, let me rewind my life a bit.
It all started about two decades ago when I was in college and had to share a ride with my classmate, Vaughn.
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We weren’t exactly friends, but I’d known him since high school.
He was the ambitious son of wealthy parents, destined for a cushy job at his dad’s company. Meanwhile, I was just a determined country boy eager to leave the bustling city behind.
Despite the contrast in our financial situations and family backgrounds, one thing united us. Basketball. We were both on the college basketball team.
One day, we found ourselves running late for an out-of-town game. Since the bus had already left, Vaughn offered me a ride in his fancy car.
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“We just need to pick up my mom from the store and drop her off at home,” he said. “Is that cool with you?”
“Yeah, sure,” I smiled. “No problem.”
I didn’t mind. Anything was better than the hot, crowded buses.
A few minutes later, we pulled up to the shopping center, where three young women were chatting. Vaughn honked, but no one paid attention.
Then, he got out and called, “Mom, I’m running late!”
One of the women turned. “Oh, my son is here. Alright, see you all later.”
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When Vaughn’s mom hurried over, I had to hold back a whistle.
Well, that’s some mom, I thought to myself.
She looked no older than 25. She was slim, beautiful, and well-groomed. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my appearance. I wanted to disappear because I felt so embarrassed.
As she sat in the backseat, I could feel her gaze lingering on me. She stared at me for a few seconds before speaking to her son.
“And you’re with a friend?” she said. “Strange, it’s not another girlfriend.”
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Vaughn laughed. “Relax, Mom. This is Andrew, my classmate. We’re heading to an important game. Andrew, this is my mom—”
“Madeline,” she interrupted, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
I shook her hand. It was so soft. So neatly manicured.
Before I could respond, Madeline said something I wasn’t expecting.
“Vaughn, why don’t you invite Andrew over this Saturday? We’re having a little celebration.”
Then, she turned to me.
“Will you come, Andrew? Don’t say no. It’ll hurt my feelings.”
“I… I have some assignments to work on,” I lied.
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“Come on, Andrew,” Vaughn rolled his eyes. “You can leave if you don’t like the party. The bus runs every hour from our house.”
“Uh… okay,” I nodded. “I’ll be there.”
I thought I wouldn’t go, but Vaughn didn’t let me stay home. He called me on Saturday morning.
“Get ready, I’ll pick you up in half an hour.”
“I don’t think I should be there, Vaughn” I protested weakly. “I mean… I don’t know anyone. What will I do there?”
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“You know my mom, and that’s enough,” Vaughn laughed and hung up.
That evening turned out to be the most magical yet unfortunate evening of my life. I loved the vibe there. Everything looked beautiful… including Madeline.
If I didn’t know she was Vaughn’s mom, I would have fallen in love with her. Who am I kidding? I was already captivated, and the sparkling wine didn’t help.
A few hours later, I opened my eyes in my dorm.
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I had no idea how I ended up in my bed. I think someone put me in a car…
Oh, no, I thought as I suddenly realized what happened that evening.
I recalled going inside Vaughn’s house to use the bathroom when Madeline followed me there. As I turned to leave, I felt her grab my hand and pull me towards her.
That’s when I confessed my love to her. I told her how beautiful she was… How embarrassing! She was my classmate’s mother.
On Monday, I faked being sick and skipped classes.
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I was in my dorm room when I heard a knock at the door.
“No one’s here,” I called out, not budging from my bed.
“It’s me,” came the voice that made my heart race. I jumped up and opened the door.
I shouldn’t have done that.
A few hours later, Madeline fixed her hair and makeup.
“See you soon, Andrew,” she winked and left the room.
Our affair lasted through the entire senior year.
At that point, I had quit sports to avoid running into Vaughn.
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I couldn’t face him knowing her mother was cheating on her husband with me.
After graduation, I had to choose between my career and Madeline. I had always dreamt of moving to another city, but Madeline wanted to get me a job at her husband’s company.
The choice was easy. I decided to leave because I knew our affair had no future. She’d never leave her wealthy husband for an ordinary guy like me.
A few days after graduating, I was at the train station, ready to leave, when Madeline appeared out of nowhere.
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She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
“Stay,” she whispered.
And I did. I couldn’t resist.
We spent the night in a rented apartment. However, when I woke up the next morning, I felt terrible. I knew I had to leave.
Madeline was still asleep when I slipped out of bed, picked up my bags, and left. I caught the train before she could stop me again.
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Five years passed.
I was working at a factory in another city. I had a girlfriend, and we planned to tie the knot. One day, I was walking along the waterfront with her when Madeline appeared again.
I thought I was dreaming until she kissed me. Right in front of my girlfriend.
I know I should have pushed her away, but I didn’t. I kissed her back.
All my feelings for her returned as if the five years of separation had never happened.
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When I realized what I had done, I was already in a hotel room.
“Why did you do this?” I asked.
“Revenge… for leaving me,” Madeline smiled slyly.
“Revenge, huh? Now get out. I don’t want to see you again,” I said angrily.
“Just one last time, Andrew,” she pleaded. “I just —”
“No,” I interrupted. “We don’t have a future together and I… just leave Madeline! Just go!”
I felt sad as she left that day, but I knew we had no future together.
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Letting her go was the only option I had.
Two years later, I married another woman, Paula. We have a great relationship and I love her to bits. We even have two children.
Everything was going well in my life until I went to my 25th high school reunion.
I hadn’t heard from or seen Madeline or Vaughn since that last encounter. As I walked into the reunion, I spotted Vaughn almost immediately.
He’d become a successful businessman, well-known for his achievements.
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I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but he approached me as soon as he saw me.
“Hey, how’s life? Happy?” he asked.
“Hey. It’s alright,” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t bring up his mother.
“Alright? Well, you ruined our lives, my dad’s and mine,” Vaughn suddenly said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I was taken aback. “Me? Ruined your lives?”
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“You think we didn’t know? We knew everything! About you and my mom!”
“What are you talking about?” I looked at Vaughn, bewildered, not understanding what was happening when suddenly he dropped a bombshell.
“My dad loved my mom and forgave her. He even offered you a job. Did she tell you that? And yet, you left like a coward.”
I was silent. I didn’t know what to say.
“She went crazy when she returned after seeing you the last time,” Vaughn continued.
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“Her condition deteriorated in a few years and she wasn’t the same person anymore. My dad tried his best to help her, but the doctors couldn’t do anything. She passed away ten years ago.”
My heart sank. I had no idea Madeline had died. The shock must have shown on my face because Vaughn’s expression softened slightly.
“And do you know what her last words were?” he asked. “‘I love you, Andrew.’ Those were her last words. She didn’t love me or my dad, but you.”
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“What?” I managed to say.
“Now, live with that, Andrew. That’s all I wanted to say… That’s why I came here.”
He walked away before I could respond. I felt so guilty.
I didn’t stay long after that. I got in my car and headed home.
I needed to hug Paula and our children.
As I drove, my mind raced with thoughts of Madeline, Vaughn, and the choices I’d made. I realized that the decisions we make in our youth can affect our future in ways beyond our imagination.
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At that point, all I knew was that I had to do everything to be the best husband and father for Paula and the kids. I had to cherish what I had now and promise never to repeat the mistakes I made in the past.
What would you have done if you were in my place?
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