Neighbors Mock Pregnant 50-Year-Old—Then She Reveals the Truth!

Amanda and the women at her book club quickly judged a 50-year-old pregnant woman without knowing the full story. It was only after they learned the truth that they regretted their actions.

Amanda was in her 60s and happily single. She never married or had children. To keep herself busy, she hosted a weekly book club at her house, where women from the neighborhood gathered every Saturday. Amanda only socialized with her book club members.

She liked order, so she often got upset when a neighbor’s child broke a flower pot or made a mess near her house. Because of this, children avoided her. They stayed away from her yard and never offered her the baked goods and juices they sold each summer, unlike the other neighbors who supported them.

One day, Amanda went to the grocery store and saw Jane, a 50-year-old neighbor she barely spoke to. Jane was looking at junk food. “We shouldn’t eat that at our age,” Amanda told her. Jane smiled politely and said her household always kept snacks for guests. Amanda shook her head. “At least buy the organic ones,” she suggested, pointing to what she thought was better.

Amanda always believed she knew best, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. Instead of arguing, Jane simply thanked her for the advice. Coincidentally, they met again at the checkout counter, where Amanda invited Jane to her book club. “You must get bored on weekends. Join us,” she said, handing Jane a flyer.

Jane accepted with a smile. “Sure. See you on Saturday,” she said, taking her grocery bags and leaving. Amanda was pleased to have recruited another member.

That weekend, Jane attended the book club. The routine was always the same: an hour discussing a book, another hour for tea and sandwiches, then chatting the night away. Jane returned for two more weeks but then stopped coming. Amanda was surprised and disappointed that Jane was missing book club. What annoyed her even more was that Jane didn’t answer her phone calls.

A month passed, and Jane was still absent. Frustrated by the disruption, Amanda asked the other women if they had seen Jane. “Is she out of the country or something?” The women said they hadn’t heard from her since her last visit.

Amanda pushed the thought aside until one day, while walking outside, she saw Jane. She was holding her round belly. The next day, Amanda couldn’t wait to tell the book club. “I swear Jane is pregnant!” she announced. Another woman said she had also seen Jane and noticed her big belly. Amanda shook her head. “At her age, she should be babysitting grandchildren, not having babies! It’s disgusting!”

Another elderly woman agreed. “What will the baby call her? Grandma? Imagine going to school meetings with gray hair while the other moms are in their thirties.” The women laughed. “Who would want a child from her?” Amanda scoffed.

A few days later, Amanda saw Jane again at the grocery store. Jane was looking at peanuts while holding her belly. Amanda rushed over, eager to ask who the father was. First, she decided to mock Jane. “Pregnant women shouldn’t eat peanuts. It can cause allergies!” she said smugly. Jane turned calmly. “I’m not allergic, and my doctor said I can eat peanuts,” she replied.

“It doesn’t matter! You’re putting a child in danger. You’re selfish,” Amanda snapped. As Jane started to respond, she suddenly felt sick and ran to the restroom. “Ugh. Disgusting. That’s why women your age shouldn’t have babies!” Amanda called after her.

Just then, Jane’s daughter and son-in-law appeared. “What’s going on? Why are you yelling at my mom?!” her daughter demanded. Amanda folded her arms. “I was teaching your mother a lesson. She’s selfish for eating junk food while pregnant. And besides, isn’t she a widow?”

Jane’s daughter was shocked. “First of all, ma’am, my mom’s pregnancy is none of your business,” she said. “But since you’re so interested, the truth is, I struggled to get pregnant for two years. Every pregnancy ended in miscarriage. We tried surgery, IVF—nothing worked. Adoption wasn’t for me.”

Jane came back from the restroom just in time to continue. “So, I offered to be a surrogate for my daughter and her husband. This is my daughter, Billie, and her husband, Timothy Watson,” she said.

Amanda was stunned and immediately felt ashamed. She was even more surprised by Billie’s husband’s name. “Timothy Watson…” she muttered, trying to remember where she’d heard it before. Then she realized—Timothy was the heir of a multi-million-dollar corporation, the same company where Amanda used to work.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know Jane was giving you such a wonderful gift. I really am sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” Billie said, looking at her mom, signaling Amanda to apologize to Jane.

Amanda turned to Jane with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry for judging you without knowing your story. I hope you can forgive me.” She had learned a valuable lesson about minding her own business.

Jane forgave her, and Amanda promised to change. When Jane gave birth, Amanda was the first to visit her in the hospital after Billie and Timothy. She asked if Jane needed help and later helped care for the baby whenever she visited. In the end, Amanda changed her ways and became good friends with Jane.