A minted father who is unwilling to spend money to raise his newborn twins asks his wife to give up one baby for adoption. He kicks her out with the babies when she refuses and knocks on her door for help five years later.
It was a cold, rainy night, and Angie cradled her newborn babies at the bus stop. “Where will we go? Jesus, please help us. Shelter us as we wait out this rough night,” she cried, wiping warm tear droplets off her babies’ faces. Angie had nowhere to go, and her parents had died long back.
Suddenly, she sensed something creeping behind her and was terrified. Angie mustered the courage to protect her babies from whatever it was. “It’s a dog!” she sighed.
Angie never imagined her life would turn topsy-turvy overnight. She never thought her husband Jake, who she trusted and loved throughout their marriage, would kick her out with their babies just a week after their birth…
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“How I wish my mom were with me today…Sorry, mama, I should’ve listened to you and not rushed with my marriage with Jake,” sobbed Angie, thinking about her late mom.
“You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear.”
Angie met Jake after graduation five years ago. He was a young, handsome man, and she thought he was the one. They fell for each other in what would turn into a fairytale love story, but with one exception—there was no ‘happily ever after’ in Angie’s case.
Problems sparked in the fourth year of their marriage when she told Jake she was pregnant.
“But darling, you know I’ve just started my business. We have postponed baby planning all these years, and I am not ready to be a father yet,” Jake was upset when Angie showed him the two pink lines on her pregnancy test kit.
Jake’s reluctance to be a father showed he was unprepared for responsibilities. Poor Angie was torn between his disapproval of having children and her desire to have as many as possible. But was Jake prepared to know Angie was pregnant with twins?
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“I am okay with having a baby…you get it? I mean, one baby is enough,” said Jake as Angie walked into the ward for scanning. “I pray that you don’t come out and tell me we are having twins,” he joked, his mouth curved into an ironic smile. Moments later, fate joked back at him.
Angie came out, distressed and worried. She was pale while she was supposed to be blushing and smiling.
“What is it?” he asked her, impatient for her reply. “What did the doctor say?”
Angie swallowed her fear and spoke out, partly guessing Jake’s reaction. “Our babies are fine,” she said.
“Alright…wait, what…babies?” he exclaimed.
The scan Angie took minutes ago gave her a glimpse at two tiny lives growing inside her. She was pregnant with twins, and Jake was not happy about that.
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Jake stormed to his car as Angie read his mind and pictured his frustrations. She was nervous and thought he had joked about having only one baby. But his reactions proved otherwise.
Jake grew distant from Angie day by day and focused only on making more money. She knew he was upset about having twins and assumed he would cool down with time. But it only worsened during her third trimester.
Angie was in the hospital, waiting for Jake to see their newborn twin baby girls. But he never showed up. He sent his maid and driver three days later to bring Angie and their babies home.
Jake did not want to get involved with his babies. He didn’t even welcome them home or hold them. He was unhappy and unprepared to be their father.
Angie returned home with her newborns that evening, knowing little about Jake’s condition. “We keep only one child and give the other up for adoption. If you are okay with it, we are a family. If not, you can leave the house with them,” he told Angie.
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At first, Angie thought Jake was kidding. He dragged her suitcase to the living room and placed it in front of her, indicating he was serious.
“I’m not ready to raise two children and burn a hole in my pocket. My business is fetching a lot of profits, and I need to focus on making more money…I don’t want to waste my time and wealth on raising two babies when I can easily raise just one,” he explained.
Angie was devastated. “They are our babies, Jake. How could you ask a mother to give up her baby? Are you out of your mind? Both my babies are our symbol of love,” she cried. But Jake was stubborn.
“My business has just started to flourish, and I don’t have the time to focus on family. I don’t want to waste my hard-earned money on two babies. You can stay in this house as long as you agree to keep just one baby or leave if you want to keep both. Decide wisely, dear,” he said, despite knowing Angie had nowhere to go.
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The poor mother’s choice was obvious. She took her suitcase and left the house with the babies. Jake’s greed for his newfound riches blinded his devotion to family. He failed as a husband and a father. But it didn’t matter to him.
Angie snapped to her present and found herself still deserted at the bus stop, cradling her babies. “Where will I go? Please help me, Jesus,” she cried and was disrupted by an intense beam of light rays.
“Hello there, are you alright? It’s raining heavily. Would you like a ride, my dear?” an older woman called out to her from a taxi. Angie looked up and saw a nun. She wrapped her babies in her jacket and approached the car.
“Oh my, how adorable your babies are!” exclaimed the nun. “Get in. I’ll drop you. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, Sister,” said Angie. “My path is dark, and I am lost. I don’t know which way to go. My babies and I were abandoned by someone dear to us.”
The nun understood Angie’s misery and immediately took her to the convent.
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Angie and her daughters, Sophie and Marley, found a safe shelter to wait out the rough days of their lives. Angie taught in the school administered by the church. She also worked part-time in a restaurant, and two years later, she saved a good chunk of money to start her café.
Gradually, Angie was able to give her daughters a better life, though it could’ve been much better had their father been involved. Moreover, Angie did not regret her decision not wanting to divorce Jake. Deep in her heart, she hoped he would realize his mistake and come for them someday.
Five years passed, and Angie now had her own house. It was quite small yet comfortable. She spent the best years watching Sophia and Marley grow up.
There were times when Angie used to struggle without enough profits in business, but her faith and determination motivated her. She launched two more coffee shops in town, and gradually, her fortune grew. But in the other part of town, Jake’s business tanked.
He was drowned in debt, and everybody he sought financial help from refused to support him at the last minute. Jake knew how rich Angie was now and thought only she could help him.
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“Hey, how are you?” Angie answered the door one day when she least expected to see Jake at the doorstep. “Come in!”
Jake vaguely smiled and immediately apologized to Angie. “Darling, I’m so sorry for abandoning you. My greed to earn more money cost me big. I am bankrupt, and it’s the best punishment I deserve for kicking you out with our babies. Please forgive me, and please help me.”
Angie now understood why Jake had come. She had learned about his loss in business but never thought he would visit her and apologize, let alone ask for help.
Jake saw a photo of Angie with their daughters and cried. “I’m sorry, sweethearts. Please forgive your daddy,” he said. Angie’s heart melted, and though she knew Jake had come crawling for help, she was willing to do it because she still loved him.
“But darling, I will not be able to repay such a huge amount of money. I will need time. I was such a cruel husband and a heartless father. Are you sure you want to help me?” he sobbed when Angie gave him a check worth the money he wanted.
“The night you kicked me out, I learned what greed is and how it can ruin relationships. And today, I learned what forgiveness is. What are we going to achieve by holding onto our past grudges? Nothing! Everyone makes mistakes, but as humans, we must learn to forgive one another,” said Angie.
Jake realized his mistake and promised to take Angie and their kids back once he sorted his business issues. He wanted to be a good father to his children and compensate for the heartbreak Angie endured all these years.
I Came Back for Christmas Without Warning and Discovered My Kids in the Car – Their Story Had Me Racing Into the House
After months away, I thought surprising my family on Christmas Eve would be perfect. Instead, I found my sons huddled in our car, claiming their mother was “busy with some man” inside. As my mind raced with dark possibilities, I knew our quiet Christmas reunion was about to turn disastrous.
The windshield wipers fought a losing battle against the snow as I guided my car down our neighborhood street.
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After three months of endless business trips, I was finally heading home on Christmas Eve. The dashboard clock read 7:43 p.m. — perfect timing to surprise Sarah and the boys.
“Just wait till they see what’s in the trunk,” I muttered, thinking about the pile of carefully wrapped presents I’d collected during my travels.
Three months was a long time to be away, but I’d ensured each gift was special enough to help make up for my absence.
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The model rocket kit for Tommy, the art supplies for Jake’s budding interest in painting, and the vintage jewelry box I’d found for Sarah in that tiny antique shop in Boston.
As I turned onto our street, the Christmas lights from neighboring houses cast colorful shadows across the fresh snow. Our house stood out immediately; Sarah had outdone herself this year with the decorations.
Streams of white icicle lights draped from the eaves, and illuminated reindeer “grazed” on our front lawn. But something seemed off.
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The garage door was slightly open, maybe eight inches off the ground, letting out a thin strip of light.
“That’s weird,” I said to myself, frowning.
Sarah was always meticulous about security, especially when I was away. She’d triple-check the doors and windows before bed, a habit that had reassured me during my extended absences.
I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.
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That’s when I noticed Sarah’s car was there, and two small shapes were bundled up in the backseat. My heart dropped as I recognized Tommy and Jake, bundled up in their winter coats, sitting perfectly still.
I jumped out of my car, my dress shoes crunching in the fresh snow as I rushed over. Tommy, my nine-year-old, saw me first and his eyes went wide.
“Dad!” he whispered loudly, rolling down the window. “You’re not supposed to be home yet!”
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“What are you two doing out here?” I demanded, looking between them and the house. “It’s freezing!”
Jake, my seven-year-old, leaned forward, his breath forming little clouds in the cold air. “Mom said we had to stay out here. She’s doing important stuff inside.”
“Important stuff?” I repeated. “What could she possibly be doing that would make her send you two out here, in the cold?”
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Tommy mumbled something I couldn’t make out and looked away, a guilty expression on his face.
“I dunno, Dad,” Jake replied. “She’s busy with some man and said we had to wait out here til they’re done.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut.
“What man?” I asked. “And how long have you been out here?”
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“I dunno,” Tommy shrugged, adjusting his Spider-Man beanie. “Maybe twenty minutes? Mom said we absolutely couldn’t come inside until she came to get us. She was really serious about it.”
My mind raced through possibilities, each worse than the last.
Sarah had been acting strange during our last few phone calls, distracted and evasive when I asked about our holiday plans. I’d chalked it up to stress, but now… I glanced at the door leading inside from the garage. Was Sarah cheating on me?
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The thought lodged in my mind like a thorn. I couldn’t imagine Sarah being unfaithful to me, and on Christmas Eve no less, but I also couldn’t shake the idea that something underhanded was happening inside my house.
“Come on, boys,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We’re going inside.”
“But Mom said—” Jake started to protest, his lower lip trembling slightly.
“Now,” I interrupted.
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They exchanged worried looks but climbed out.
The garage entry door creaked as we entered. The house was unusually dark, save for a faint glow coming from the direction of the living room.
My heart pounded in my ears as we moved through the kitchen. I could hear muffled voices ahead: a man’s low laugh, and Sarah’s familiar giggle.
“Stay behind me,” I whispered to the boys, my hands clenching into fists as we approached the living room.
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The voices grew clearer, and I glimpsed movement through the partially open door. My wedding ring felt suddenly heavy on my finger.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever I was about to find. With one quick motion, I pushed the door open wide.
“SURPRISE!”
The room exploded with light and sound.
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Dozens of familiar faces beamed at me — my parents, Sarah’s family, our neighbors, and even some colleagues from work.
A massive “Welcome Home” banner stretched across the fireplace, and a mountain of presents surrounded our Christmas tree. The air smelled of mulled cider and Sarah’s famous sugar cookies.
Sarah rushed forward, throwing her arms around my neck.
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“Got you!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You should see your face right now! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
I stood frozen, my brain struggling to catch up with reality. Behind me, Tommy and Jake burst into giggles.
“We did good, right, Mom?” Tommy asked proudly, bouncing on his toes. “We stayed in the car just like you said!”
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Sarah laughed, squeezing them both. “You were perfect! Your dad had no idea! And you didn’t even complain about the cold.”
“The man…” I started, still processing everything. “I heard a man’s voice…”
“That would be me,” my brother Mike stepped forward, grinning. “Someone had to help set up the sound system for the party. Though I got to say, bro, you look like you were ready to throw down just now. Should I be worried?”
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The tension in my shoulders finally released, replaced by a wave of relief and embarrassment. Sarah must have read it on my face because she pulled me close again.
“Mike told us your plan to surprise us by coming home early,” she whispered in my ear, her perfume familiar and comforting. “So I decided to beat you to it. Merry Christmas, honey.”
“You evil genius,” I murmured, finally finding my smile. “How long have you been planning this?”
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“Since I found out about it,” she admitted. “I figured you needed something special to come home to.”
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, food, and countless retellings of how they’d pulled off the surprise.
My mom couldn’t stop hugging me, her eyes misty every time she looked my way. Dad kept clapping me on the back, while the boys eagerly shared their role in the deception with anyone who would listen.
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“And then we had to sit really quiet in the car,” Jake explained to his cousins for the third time, gesturing dramatically. “Like ninjas on a secret mission!”
“The hardest part was not texting you about it,” my mother admitted later, as we helped ourselves to Sarah’s holiday punch. “Every time we talked, I was afraid I’d slip up and mention something about the party.”
“I can’t believe everyone kept the secret,” I said, watching Tommy show his grandpa the proper technique for dunking sugar cookies in hot chocolate.
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“Well, we all missed you,” she replied softly. “This was our way of showing you.”
Later, after the guests had gone and the boys were in bed, Sarah and I sat on the couch, watching the Christmas tree lights twinkle.
The house still hummed with the afterglow of the party — empty cups on the coffee table, wrapping paper scraps under the tree, and the lingering warmth of having been filled with loved ones.
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“I can’t believe you got me that good,” I admitted, pulling her closer. “When I saw the boys in the car and heard about the ‘mystery man’… my mind went to some dark places.”
She laughed softly, intertwining her fingers with mine. “I almost feel bad about that part. Almost. But you have to admit it made for a pretty unforgettable homecoming.”
I thought about the presents still in my car trunk, the ones I’d carefully selected to make up for my time away.
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They seemed almost silly now, compared to what Sarah had given me tonight — this reminder of how much I was loved, and how many people had come together just to welcome me home.
“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing the top of her head. “Unforgettable is definitely the word.”
The snow continued falling outside our window, but I barely noticed the cold anymore. After months of hotel rooms and conference calls, I was finally where I belonged.
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Sarah stirred beside me, yawning. “We should probably clean up the rest of this mess.”
“Leave it for tomorrow,” I said, pulling her closer. “Right now, I just want to sit here with you and enjoy being home.”
She smiled, resting her head on my shoulder. “Welcome home, love. Merry Christmas.”
Here’s another story: I was suspicious when my controlling MIL demanded we use her special Christmas tree for our first time hosting the family gathering. However, her lack of decorating demands threw me off guard — until we plugged it in and discovered the true reason she was so insistent about that tree.
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