After my divorce, I was left with nothing but a broken car on a dark road. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, a stranger appeared. That encounter changed everything in ways I never imagined.
As I drove along the coast, the wind whipping through the open window, I tried to focus on the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore. That old car was all I had left after the brutal divorce, the only thing that hadn’t been taken from me.
The whole thing had been unfair, a cruel twist of fate where I lost everything—my home, my savings, and my trust. That road trip was supposed to clear my mind, but the memories clung to me like a weight I couldn’t shake.
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“I can’t have children, Amanda,” I could still hear David’s voice echoing in my head.
His voice had been soft, even regretful as if he was the victim in all that. And I believed him. I had built our life around that lie and accepted a future without kids, all for him.
“It’s not that simple, honey,” he said whenever I brought it up. “We have each other, isn’t that enough?”
It wasn’t enough, but I convinced myself it was. Until SHE showed up.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, remembering the day David’s mistress came to our door. The smug look on her face, the way she casually placed her hand on her swollen belly.
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“David didn’t tell you, did he?” she sneered, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “He’s going to be a father.”
I felt the shame, the anger, burning in my chest again.
“You lied to me!” I had screamed at David that night, my world crashing down as he stood there, silent, unable to even defend himself. It was all so clear how he had played me.
Suddenly, the car sputtered.
“No, no, no, not now!” I muttered, slamming my foot on the gas, but it was no use.
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The car slowed to a stop. Of course, it died in the middle of nowhere. My phone was dead, too.
“Great,” I said aloud, stepping out of the car. “Just great. Alone on a deserted road. What now?”
Panic started to bubble up, but I tried to push it down.
“You’ve handled worse than this, Amanda,” I told myself, but the growing darkness around me said otherwise.
***
The headlights of a pickup truck pierced the thick darkness, and I felt the first spark of hope I’d had in hours. Finally, somebody could help. But as the truck pulled up, that spark quickly fizzled out.
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The man behind the wheel looked like he hadn’t smiled in years. Mid-forties, gruff, with a stern expression that matched his weathered face. He stepped out, glanced at my car, and, without missing a beat, started shaking his head.
“Driving a piece of junk like that? What were you thinking?” he grumbled. His voice was rough and low like he’d been annoyed with the world for a long time.
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I stood there, speechless for a second. I didn’t know what I had expected. Maybe a simple “Do you need help?” But instead, I got criticism.
My first instinct was to snap back, to tell him I didn’t need his attitude on top of everything else. But the darkness around me reminded me how little choice I had.
“Look, I didn’t plan for this to happen,” I said. “I know it’s a wreck, but it’s all I’ve got. Can you help me or not?”
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“You can’t stay here all night. It’s not safe for someone like you to be stuck out here. No phone, no car… You should’ve known better.”
He gave the car another disapproving look, then turned back to his truck. “Come on, I’ll tow it for you.”
That man wasn’t thrilled about helping me, but what other option did I have?
“Fine,” I muttered. “Thank you.”
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He didn’t respond to my gratitude, he hooked my car up to his truck with quick, practiced movements, like he’d done this a hundred times before. I climbed into his truck, the leather seat cold against my skin.
“The nearest station is closed at this time,” he said as he started driving. “You’re lucky I came along. There’s nowhere else for miles.”
“So, what now?” I asked, already fearing the answer.
“I’ve got a house nearby,” he replied. “You can stay the night. No point in sleeping in your car.”
I frowned, unsure how to feel about staying with a stranger.
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But the nearest motel was too far away, and I didn’t have the money for it, anyway.
“I guess that’s my only option,” I said quietly.
“Pretty much. Name’s Clayton, by the way.”
***
When we pulled into Clayton’s driveway, the lights inside flickered dimly through the windows, casting long shadows across the porch. I hesitated before getting out.
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But then I saw the front door swing open, and a teenage girl appeared in the doorway.
“That’s Lily,” Clayton grumbled as we walked toward the house. “My daughter.”
“Lily, this is Amanda,” Clayton said gruffly, barely looking at his daughter.
“Hi,” I offered, forcing a small smile, hoping to ease some of the tension.
Lily muttered, “Hi,” without any warmth. She barely acknowledged me as her gaze quickly drifted away. The silence was thick, making me feel even more out of place.
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“Let’s eat,” Clayton said, leading us into the dining room.
Dinner wasn’t much better. Clayton sat at the head of the table, grumbling about everything from the weather to the condition of the roads.
“Storm coming tomorrow,” he mumbled. “Road’s gonna get all torn up.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “You’ve been saying that for days, Dad.”
“It’s true. I saw it on the news,” Clayton shot back, his voice a low growl.
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Every time he spoke, it felt like he was barking at the world. I quietly picked at my food. Lily glanced up at me occasionally, shooting me those same disapproving looks.
“You fixed that faucet yet?” Lily suddenly asked, breaking the silence. Her tone was sharp, aimed at her father.
“I’ll get to it,” Clayton replied, clearly irritated.
“You’ve been saying that for weeks.”
“Lily,” he warned.
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She slammed her fork down. “Mom’s barely been gone a few months, and now you’re bringing some stranger into the house?”
The tension was unbearable, and panic started to bubble up inside me. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said quickly, pushing my chair back. “Good night.”
I retreated to the small guest room they had offered me. Sleep didn’t come easily, but eventually, exhaustion won out.
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***
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone moving around. The room was dark, but I could hear the faint rustling.
I fumbled for the light switch. The room lit up, and there was … Lily, standing by my bag. She was holding a piece of jewelry, and her eyes widened in shock when I caught her.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, sitting up in bed.
“I found this,” Lily said, her voice shaking, “in your bag. It’s my mom’s. You stole it!”
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I couldn’t believe what was happening. Was she trying to frame me?
Before I could respond, Clayton burst into the room. “What’s going on in here?”
“It’s a misunderstanding,” I said, glancing at Lily. “She was confused. Maybe sleepwalking, and we thought we’d have a little fun. Right, Lily?”
Lily stared at me. To my surprise, she nodded, still clutching the jewelry. Clayton looked between us, clearly not convinced, but he was too tired to argue.
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“Go to bed, both of you,” he muttered and left the room.
As soon as he was gone, I turned to Lily. “Do you want some milk?”
She blinked as if not sure what to expect, but eventually nodded. In the kitchen, we sat together, the tension easing as the night went on.
“I’m sorry,” Lily finally whispered. “I just miss her so much. My dad’s been different ever since she died.”
“I understand,” I said softly, handing her a warm mug.
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“Your dad wouldn’t have brought me here if he didn’t trust me.”
Lily sighed. “He’s not always like this. He used to be… different. Kinder. He just misses her.”
She paused. “The repair shop? It’s his. He didn’t want to let you go. That’s why he brought you here.”
I stared at her, realizing Clayton wasn’t as simple as I had thought. Suddenly, the kitchen door creaked open, and Clayton stepped inside.
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***
The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows as Lily and I fumbled around, pretending we had just woken up and decided to make breakfast.
Clayton shuffled into the kitchen. He gave us both a quick nod, then turned his attention straight to me.
“The repair shop opened up,” he said gruffly. “I’m ready to work on your car. You got the keys?”
I fished the keys from my pocket and handed them over. Lily let out a small giggle, and I noticed her giving me a playful wink.
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“Hey, Dad,” Lily chimed in. “Why don’t you let Amanda stay a little longer? You know, just until the car’s fixed. I’m bored, and she’s good company. It’s nice having someone else around.”
Clayton looked between us.
“Why would it matter to you?” he grumbled. “Weren’t you headed somewhere important? Don’t want to hold you up if you’re in a hurry.”
I paused. The truth hovered on the edge of my tongue, something I hadn’t explained to anyone yet.
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“I wasn’t really headed anywhere,” I said, looking down at the table. “I was running away from my old life. My ex-husband… he took everything from me. The house, the money. Everything.”
He wasn’t expecting that, I could tell. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.
“Well, I suppose you can stay a bit. Lily doesn’t usually warm up to people, so that’s something.”
Lily grinned at me. “Thanks, Dad.”
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***
A few months passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. My car had been repaired long ago, but I was still there, in that small, quiet house.
Clayton had changed. He spent more time with us, especially with Lily, who had grown closer to me with every passing day. She was like the daughter I’d never had.
We spent long afternoons together while Clayton worked at his shop, laughing, talking, and sharing stories. For the first time in years, I felt like I had a purpose again.
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One evening, as we all sat by the ocean, eating ice cream and watching the waves roll in, Clayton turned to me.
“You could stay, you know,” he said. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”
“I think I’d like that,” I replied with a smile.
What Clayton didn’t know yet was that in eight months, he’d be a father again. Life had a funny way of giving second chances.
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This GIrl Left Her Family at 14 to Pursue Music in Another Country — Now She’s World-Famous with Guinness Records
This young girl was born into a large, ethnically Albanian family. Her parents moved to London from Albania three years before she was born. She grew up in London for much of her formative years.
However, when she turned 11, her parents told her they would no longer live in London. Instead, they were moving back to their native country. It was the end of primary school for the girl, and all her friends were also going to different schools, but none were in a foreign country.
Despite the significant change, the girl was excited to go to Kosovo and see her cousins who lived there. However, three years later, at 14, she told her parents she didn’t want to live there anymore. She moved away and went on to break Guinness World Records.
The Girl’s Childhood
The girl was born to a Bosnian mother and a Kosovan father. In the 90s, her parents experienced war in their home country. Her mother and father were living with her paternal grandfather, the head of the Kosovo Institute of History.
Although the girl’s grandfather took pride in his career, it ended when the war broke out. She shared:
“Once the Serbians came in, they wanted a lot of the historians to rewrite the history of Kosovo. To change it – that Kosovo was always part of Serbia and never part of Yugoslavia. And my grandfather was one of those people who wouldn’t, so he lost his job because he didn’t want to write a history that he didn’t believe to be true.”
In 1992, the girl’s parents moved from Albania to London to seek refuge from the war. However, their parents stayed behind in Bosnia and Kosovo. The girl’s father never got to say goodbye to his father as he died of a heart attack the year the war ended when the borders were still closed. Despite all the heartache the couple had experienced, they welcomed their daughter in northwest London in 1995.
The girl said that she watched her parents work every day of her life. Her father was working toward becoming a dentist and her mother a lawyer when they were forced to flee their home country. Being in London forced them to take jobs in cafés and bars. They also went back to school.
Although she was proud of her parents growing up, the girl was not always proud of her name, which means “love” in Albanian. Although she is proud of it now, she wanted a more common name growing up. Her name made her feel different from everyone else.
Another thing that embarrassed her growing up was the fact that her parents looked different from others. In school, the boys would tell her how attractive her mother was, and the girls would say the same about her father, which she didn’t enjoy.
As a young girl, she was strong-willed and ambitious. She knew she wanted to be a star and figured she wouldn’t be able to make it happen living in Kosovo.
One day, she sat her parents down and told them she wanted to return to London. She explained that she wanted to be a superstar and knew she would never be able to do it without being in a city like London. She planned to go to the Sylvia Young Theatre School on Saturdays and wanted to be where a lot was happening. She admitted:
“I didn’t think I’d be able to do this on a global scale, living in Kosovo.”
She tricked her parents into letting her go by telling them she wanted to attend an excellent British university and said she would need to do her GCSEs and A-levels in English to get there.
Her parents relented, and when she got back to London, she went to the Sylvia Young Theatre School and began recording demo tapes, which she uploaded to YouTube and Soundcloud.
Although she could have run wild in London without much parental supervision, the girl knew that her parents trusted her, and she needed to uphold her end of the deal. The only parental supervision she had was from the family friends she was staying with while in London. She joked that she was the mom of her friend group and always responsible.
With this responsibility came ambition. The girl knew she wanted to be a star and started contacting producers. When one offered a publishing deal, she found a lawyer who told her not to accept it. He then found her her current manager, leading to her being discovered.
Her love for music, singing, and dancing started when she was very young, putting on performances for her friends and family all the time. She knew she had a natural talent when her singing teacher in London moved her into a class with teenagers when she was nine.
The first concert she attended in Kosovo was Redman and Method Man, as hip-hop was massive in Kosovo then. She also wished to see performers like Nelly Furtado and Pink in her hometown, but they had yet to come.
When she finally became successful, she returned to Kosovo with the Sunny Hill Festival, which brings international artists to Kosovo. She hopes that this festival is something that the people in her hometown can enjoy for many years.
Her younger brother and sister are also interested in the entertainment industry. Her little sister graduated from drama school, and her brother started producing music when he was seventeen. The girl is incredibly proud of her family, especially her parents. She once gushed:
“Everything I speak about comes from my upbringing. Seeing my parents adapt to any situation, raise a family, work many jobs, go to university in the evening… I watched them sacrifice, yet I understand how lucky I am to have a British passport and to have come back to London for my career.”
Her parents’ relationship also challenged the girl because, as she told it, her mother married her first love and first boyfriend. She felt pressure and thought that people saw something was wrong with her because she was single in her mid-20s.
However, she realized that it’s okay to be selfish and work on yourself before getting into a serious relationship and certainly before bringing any children into the world.
Who Is the Girl?
Dua Lipa is the girl with the name she couldn’t stand when she was a little girl. Despite all the adversity she faced growing up, she has now become a world-famous pop star and has broken many records.
In March last year, her song “Levitating” became the longest-charting Billboard Hot 100 hit ever. Her 2020 Thanksgiving weekend Studio 2054 livestream also broke records, amassing over 5 million views, and breaking the Guinness World Record for most tickets sold for a live-streamed concert by a solo female artist. She enjoyed the experience so much that even when she was allowed to tour, she would livestream again.
In 2021, she also became the most listened-to female artist on Spotify, for which she landed another Guinness World Record. However, she remains humble and does not take too much note of the awards she has won, even though she has been nominated for 10 Grammys and has won three.
Lipa’s professional life is going well, and her personal life is on the up, too. She recently gained Albanian citizenship. A video shows her signing the papers and beaming from ear to ear as she is granted citizenship.
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