On A Rainy Day, I Gave My Only Raincoat To A Couple With A Child; The Next Day, A Luxury Car Was Parked In Front Of My House

A simple act of kindness—giving up my raincoat to a couple with a sick child—unexpectedly leads to a luxury car gift and a shocking revelation. What seemed like an ordinary day soon spirals into a whirlwind of misunderstanding, betrayal, and the truth behind a family’s complicated secrets.

That day, I didn’t have anything special planned. It was a calm morning, the sky was clear and bright, with not a cloud in sight. I was preparing to go to work as usual, but suddenly, the rain poured down just as I stepped out of the house. The dark clouds gathered quickly, and the heavy raindrops fell as if to wash away all the dust in the air.

I hurriedly opened my bag to take out my raincoat to wear. At that moment, I saw a couple with their small child trying to shelter under the awning of an empty café. The child was crying loudly, his small face red as if he had a fever. It seemed they were on their way to take the child to the hospital but had been caught by this sudden downpour.

As I approached, they looked at me hesitantly, as if they didn’t dare ask for help. I hesitated for a moment but then decided. “Sorry, I have a raincoat. Can I help you?” I said, a little embarrassed, but the feeling of helping someone made me feel like I was doing the right thing.

The woman looked at me, her eyes showing gratitude. “Oh, thank you so much. We really didn’t know what to do.” She bowed her head and took the raincoat, thanking me again.

I felt relieved when I saw them putting on the raincoat and hurriedly running off. Though it was a simple act, in that moment, I felt joy from being able to help someone in a difficult situation.

The next day, when I opened the door to go to work, I stopped suddenly. A luxurious black car was parked right in front of my house. My car is just a regular sedan, so this expensive car really stood out in the neighborhood. I stared at it for a moment, then walked closer to inspect. There was no one waiting under the nearby awning, yet the car remained.

“What’s going on?” I wondered, but couldn’t find an answer.
At that moment, a strange man slowly walked up. He was dressed in a neat black suit, his hair styled carefully with gel, looking very professional. He saw me and smiled gently.

“Hello, I’m Mark. My master wanted to send his thanks to you for helping his family yesterday,” he said in a warm and sincere voice, pointing at the luxury car parked in front of my house. “This is the car my master wants to gift you. It’s a token of gratitude from his family.”

I stood frozen, unable to comprehend. This gift was too grand, too sudden, and there was no reason for me to receive such a thing just for a small act of kindness.

“What?” I exclaimed, feeling like something was wrong. “He really wants to give me this expensive car?”
Mark nodded and smiled lightly. “Certainly. This is our way of expressing our deep gratitude to you. We want to repay your kindness. There’s nothing inappropriate about it.”

But I couldn’t accept the gift comfortably. “I… I can’t accept this car,” I said, feeling heavy with discomfort. “What I did was just a small thing. I wasn’t expecting anything in return.”

Mark remained determined. “No, what you did was not small at all. You helped their child get to the hospital safely and on time. So I hope you will accept.”

Before I could reply, Mark placed the car keys in my hand and quickly walked away. Then suddenly, he turned back and said urgently, “You shouldn’t use your car anymore. It’s broken.”

Broken? How did he know about my car being broken when I hadn’t even realized it? My mind was filled with contradictions. The feeling was hard to understand.

Then I suddenly realized I was late for work. Without thinking much, I quickly ran to my car, started it, and drove to the company.

Afraid of being late for work, I pressed the accelerator and sped forward. When I reached the intersection and saw the red light, I slammed on the brakes, but the car still didn’t stop. I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine, and a wave of panic started to rise within me.

My mind began to falter, unable to explain what was happening. My eyes fixed on the red light ahead, filled with confusion. I pressed the brake again, but the car kept speeding, showing no sign of slowing down.

“What the hell is going on?” I wondered as fear and uncertainty began to take over me. Why was the car acting like this? I drove just fine yesterday.
Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, I remembered Mark’s words from earlier that day when he gave me the car keys: “It’s broken.” His words echoed in my mind, but how could that be? And then, I realized something terrifying.

The car still wouldn’t stop. Just as I was panicking, I saw a person crossing the street ahead. I quickly swerved to the right, driving straight into the sidewalk. Thanks to the resistance from a nearby fence, the car slowly began to slow down and finally came to a stop.

I exhaled in relief, but the feeling in my chest didn’t ease. My heart was pounding so hard, each beat felt like it would drown me in anxiety. My whole body was trembling uncontrollably. I rushed to open the car door and stepped outside, my legs feeling numb. It was as if I had just escaped a life-or-death situation.

I quickly called the insurance company to have the car towed for repairs, and at the same time, I called a taxi to get to the office. Throughout the ride, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. Who did this? Who could harm me like this? Was it the family I helped yesterday? No. They had bought me a new car, didn’t they? The questions kept swirling in my mind.

When I arrived at work, I still felt dazed and fearful. Everything around me seemed off. I sat down at my desk but couldn’t focus. I couldn’t even remember what I had done throughout the morning.

As I drifted in my thoughts, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I picked up.
“Hello, is this Miss Everlyn?” a voice on the other end asked.
“Yes, this is her,” I replied, unable to hide the tension in my voice.

“I’m from the insurance company. After inspecting your car, I found that your brake line was cut. This wasn’t a random accident—it looks like someone intentionally cut it,” he said calmly, but I could sense the seriousness in his tone.

“Someone cut it?” I was stunned, my heart felt like it was being squeezed. A cold chill ran down my spine. Who would do this? Who would want to harm me like this? My head spun, and I started to feel like I was living in a nightmare.

“Do you have any enemies? We recommend you contact the police immediately.” The insurance agent’s voice became even more serious.

“Contact the police?” I repeated, confused and unable to fully grasp what was happening. I really didn’t know how to handle this. All of this was happening so fast, I had no time to prepare myself.

Suddenly, it occurred to me—maybe the family I helped yesterday could know something about this. But I didn’t have any information on them, except for the expensive car keys their subordinate had given me.

When work was over, I felt like my whole body was dragging me through a fog. Everything around me seemed blurry. The sense of unease clung to me like an inescapable shadow.

When I reached my house, I saw the man standing in front of my door. It was him. The man from the family I had helped yesterday.
“Are you the father of the sick child from yesterday?” I asked, feeling confused.

Alex stared at me for a long time, his eyes cold, as if he were scrutinizing every detail of my expression. Then he sighed softly as if he had endured enough of the secrets he was keeping.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Alex, the one you helped yesterday. Can we go inside and talk? I’m afraid this story is a long one,” he said, his voice not urgent, but strangely tired.

“Sure, please come in,” I said, the words coming out of my mouth involuntarily.
The atmosphere in the house suddenly became suffocating, as though it was hiding a great secret I couldn’t see.

As we sat down on the sofa, he began, “Have you ever met your mother’s boyfriend?” He paused for a moment as if reconsidering what to say next. “Do you know that your mother has been seducing my father?”

I was stunned, unable to believe my ears. “What? Your father? I didn’t know about this.” The images of my mother, the person I always considered the center of my life, suddenly twisted into a story I had never imagined.

His eyes grew cold. “My mother caught your mother and my father meeting secretly. They even disappeared together for several days.”

His words struck me like thunder on a clear day. Each sentence hit my ears with such force I could barely process them. The world seemed to turn upside down. My mother—who I had always respected—could she really be doing something like this? I couldn’t accept it. The image of the mother I loved and trusted suddenly crumbled before my eyes. She was the mistress who destroyed someone else’s family.

“My mother is a good person, but out of jealousy, she had someone cut your brake line to harm you. I knew about all of this, but after meeting you yesterday, after you saved my child, I didn’t want you to be in danger. You weren’t at fault here. So, to protect you, I had a new car sent to you and instructed my subordinate to tell you not to drive your old car.”

His words felt like a knife to my heart, but I still couldn’t fully understand. This was all too complicated.
“However, it seems you didn’t accept it and kept driving your old car, and today you got into an accident,” he said, his voice softening slightly, but still carrying that coldness.

“I came here to apologize for what my mother did to you. But that’s all I can do. Because I can’t forgive your mother for destroying my family. I hope you can resolve this issue quickly.”

I sat frozen, as if paralyzed in my seat. Emotions swelled inside me. Anger, pain, disappointment—everything seemed ready to explode out of me. But all I could do was stare at him, trying to process each word he said.

“Alright. I’ll try to talk to my mother,” I replied, my voice hoarse, as if I no longer had the strength to continue this conversation.

He looked at me one last time, then stood up. His gaze was cold, devoid of any emotion. “I hope our two families will have no further relationship with each other.” After saying that, he walked out of my house.

 

Alex’s words echoed in my ears, like a painful slap to the trust I had placed in my mother. I sat motionless on the sofa, my hands cold, unsure of what to do next. Everything had become so complicated, so painful. My mother… Is she really someone like this? Who can I trust now?

I blankly searched for my phone in my purse, my hand trembling. I tried calling my mom, but all I could hear on the other end was a long ringing tone, and she never answered. I called again. Then again. With each call, a sense of helplessness grew inside me, as if I was falling into an endless abyss.

By 9 PM, my phone finally rang. The screen displayed the name “Mom,” the person I had been trying to reach all evening. I didn’t have time to think, I quickly pressed the button to accept the call.

“I just finished a surgery, it’s done now. Is there something you need to talk about?” My mom’s voice was gentle as if everything was still normal.

My voice caught in my throat, and I couldn’t maintain my composure. “Why did you destroy someone else’s happiness?” I shouted, unable to hold back. All the pent-up emotions I had been carrying finally exploded.

On the other end, my mom was silent for a moment, then spoke with surprise, “What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Her words were like a cold splash of water on my face. No, she didn’t understand? Didn’t she understand what was happening? Didn’t she understand why I was like this, why I felt betrayed?

“What did you do to Alex’s father?” I couldn’t hold back anymore, and this time my voice dropped, full of hurt. “What did you do that caused his family to fall apart?”

My mom took a deep breath through the phone. “You misunderstood, there’s nothing between him and me.”
“Nothing between you? His wife caught you and him together, and you’re still denying it?” I screamed.

“Alex’s dad has cancer, Everlyn.” My mom sighed, her voice slowed, as though these words were choking her. “Three months ago, he came to see me, and the doctor said he only had two months to live.” I stood frozen. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, unable to breathe.

“He didn’t want anyone to know. He asked me to keep it a secret from his family. So, I just helped him ease his pain. But on some days, he was too weak, too in pain, and I had to leave him in my clinic. Maybe that’s how people misunderstood.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. A wave of emotions rushed over me—regret, pain, the misunderstanding seemed to tear everything apart. My mom just wanted to help him? It turned out everything was just a misunderstanding.

Now, I didn’t know what to do. Everything I had once thought was betrayal and deception, now turned out to be a heartbreaking truth.

“I’ll get in touch with Alex. I think he needs to know the truth.” I replied, my voice softer now, as if I had finally understood everything. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

The next day, I reached out to Alex and sent him his father’s medical records. After reviewing them, Alex finally understood the truth. He called me, his voice now softer, filled with regret.

“I’m sorry for what happened, Everlyn. We misunderstood everything.” He said, his tone gentle.
“It’s okay, I hope you and your family will be happy in your father’s final days,” I responded, my voice no longer bitter.

After this incident, I learned a valuable lesson—never rush to conclusions without understanding the full story.

This story draws inspiration from real-life events and individuals, but it has been adapted and fictionalized for creative expression. Names, characters, and specific details have been altered to protect individuals’ privacy and to enhance the storyline. Any similarity to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is coincidental and unintentional.