I Bought an Old Stroller for My Daughter at a Flea Market—When I Cleaned It, I Unexpectedly Found an Envelope Inside

I’m Delaney, 24, from Indiana. Married to Dawson, we were in love until his accident left him paralyzed, changing him. With our newborn Emery, finances crumbled—I lost my job, sold my ring. At a flea market, seeking baby clothes, I bought a $20 stroller. Inside, I found an envelope with thousands in cash and a note to keep or donate it. I gave it to a shelter.

The next day, Vivian, a woman in her 60s, appeared, claiming the envelope was hers—a test of integrity. She offered me a job at her logistics company, funding my education. Dawson resumed therapy; life improved. But a cryptic call warned, “Stay away from Vivian.” At her mansion, she revealed she recruits honest people for influence, confirming the stroller was a test.

Months later, Dawson admitted Vivian was his estranged mother, who’d hidden money in the stroller to test me. He’d cut her off for her controlling ways but didn’t know she’d found us. I felt betrayed yet grateful. The money wasn’t a miracle but a test, rewriting our lives with stability and a hidden family connection. I didn’t hate Dawson—just felt everything at once.