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.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Do not walk past the needy. When the nun saw Angie and her newborn babies stranded at the bus stop on a rainy night, she offered them a ride. She took them to the convent and offered shelter after learning of the mother’s misery.
- One of the best attributes of humans is our ability to forgive. Despite being wronged by Jake, Angie forgave him and helped him financially when he came to her and apologized.
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My Mother-in-Law’s Online Persona Helped Fund a Surprise Gift We Never Expected
I was furious when I discovered my mother-in-law’s secret parenting blog featuring my son, Liam. But on his first birthday, Claire showed up with a gift we never expected and a shocking explanation that changed everything.
I’ve always thought of myself as someone who sees the best in people. Maybe a little too much. I’m Brooke, 27, married to Jake, 29, and mom to our little boy, Liam. Our life isn’t perfect, but it’s ours.
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We live in a cozy home on the outskirts of town, where Jake works long hours as a project manager, and I’m figuring out how to be a mom without losing my mind.
When I first met Jake’s mom, Claire, I thought I’d hit the jackpot in the in-law department. She was in her 50s and looked elegant, the kind of woman who could pull off yoga pants and a messy bun as if she’d just stepped out of a lifestyle magazine. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her eyes when Jake introduced me.
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She hugged me like she’d known me forever, saying, “I’ve heard so much about you, Brooke! Finally, I get to meet the woman who’s stolen my son’s heart.”
It felt good. Like I belonged.
Claire was easy to talk to. She had a laid-back vibe that made our early dinners smooth and fun. We’d swap recipes, laugh about Jake’s childhood quirks, and discuss travel plans. But looking back, maybe I should have paid more attention to how she casually dominated conversations — always steering them back to herself.
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Things changed when Jake and I announced we were having a baby.
The baby shower was the first sign.
I was sitting on our living room couch, trying to soak in the moment. The decorations were simple but heartfelt. There were soft blues and yellows, little stuffed animals, and a homemade cake from my best friend.
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Then Claire arrived.
She stepped in like she owned the place, wearing a tailored white dress with impeccably styled hair and heels that clacked against our hardwood floor like a metronome. Following her was a man with a camera slung around his neck.
“Mom?” Jake blinked in surprise. “What’s with the photographer?”
Claire beamed. “Oh, darling, he’s here to capture the day! It’s a special moment — my grandbaby’s celebration!” She leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Brooke, sweetheart, don’t you worry. I’ve got this all planned.”
I plastered on a smile. “That’s… thoughtful. Thank you.”
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The thing is, it wasn’t thoughtful. Not really. Every shot was curated to showcase her. Claire posing by the cake. Claire arranging gifts. Claire with her hand on my belly like she was the one carrying Liam. I half-expected her to start giving out autographs.
When the photos surfaced on her social media, the captions made me wince: “A special day for my growing family.” No mention of me or Jake. Just her and Liam.
Things spiraled after Liam was born.
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Claire started visiting twice a week, always with a wide smile and that signature air of confidence. At first, I appreciated her help. She’d offer to take Liam for a few hours so I could nap or catch up on laundry. It felt like a blessing.
“Brooke, darling,” she’d say as she packed the diaper bag, “you need to rest. You’re doing so much.”
But then she started saying things that made my skin crawl.
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One afternoon, as she was buckling Liam into his car seat, she smiled at me over her shoulder. “Jake asked me to help out more. He’s worried you’re overwhelmed.”
I blinked. “He… what?”
“He called me last night,” she continued, her voice calm, almost rehearsed. “He said you’ve been struggling. He thought it’d be best if I took Liam for a few hours each week.”
That night, I confronted Jake.
“Did you ask your mom to babysit?” I blurted out as we folded laundry.
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Jake’s brow furrowed. “No. Why would I? I mean, I appreciate the help, but I thought that was your idea.”
“She said you asked her to,” I pressed. “That you’re worried about me.”
Jake shook his head. “Honey, I never asked Mom to babysit. Not once.”
My gut twisted. Something felt off.
The truth hit me one night during a 2 a.m. feeding.
Liam was nestled in my arms, his tiny fingers gripping my shirt as I scrolled through my phone. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but a familiar face on the screen jolted me awake.
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Claire.
Except, it wasn’t just a picture of Claire. It was a parenting blog — under a name I didn’t recognize, but there she was. Hair perfectly styled, smiling broadly, holding Liam in her living room.
I clicked the first post, my heart pounding.
“Motherhood is a journey, and I’m here to share it with all of you wonderful moms out there!”
What followed was post after post featuring Liam. Photos of him napping, playing with toys, even a video of his first bath. The captions were detailed, offering tips on feeding schedules and bedtime routines.
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“Are you kidding me?” I whispered, scrolling faster. It wasn’t just one post. It was a whole series — hundreds of photos and videos. She’d documented our life without saying a word to me.
Then I read the worst part.
“After childbirth, it’s important to focus on self-care. Here’s what worked for me: Tips on getting your baby to sleep through the night.”
She wasn’t claiming to be Liam’s grandma. Everything she posted implied she was his mother.
The next morning, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I dialed Claire’s number, my hands trembling with anger.
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“Good morning, Brooke!” she chirped. “How’s my favorite little guy?”
I gripped the phone tighter. “How dare you?”
A pause. “Excuse me?”
“You’ve been running a blog — with photos and videos of my son. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Silence.
“Claire,” I seethed, “you crossed a line. We trusted you. I trusted you. And you’ve been parading Liam around online like he’s your son.”
“Brooke, it’s not like that,” she began, her voice softening.
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“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t gaslight me. We’re done, Claire. You’ve severed every tie.”
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Liam’s first birthday was a quiet affair at home. It was nothing fancy, just close family, a homemade cake, and a few balloons. Jake and I had agreed to keep it simple; our savings were tight, and we weren’t about to splurge on an elaborate party for a baby who’d be more interested in the wrapping paper than the gifts.
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Still, I couldn’t shake the nerves as we set up. Claire hadn’t come by since our phone conversation. We’d exchanged some tense texts but nothing that hinted at reconciliation. She was now coming to Liam’s party, and I had no idea what to expect.
Jake noticed my fidgeting as I rearranged the balloons for the third time.
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“Babe, relax,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Mom’s not coming to start trouble. It’s Liam’s day.”
I nodded, trying to believe him. But my chest tightened as I heard the knock at the door.
Claire stood there holding a small, carefully wrapped gift box.
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She looked different. Softer, somehow. Gone was the glamorous version of her I’d seen online. Today, she was in a simple cardigan and jeans, her hair styled in a loose bun.
“Hi,” she said quietly.
“Hi,” I replied, glancing at Jake, who gave me a reassuring nod.
Claire’s eyes darted nervously between me and Jake. “I wasn’t sure if I should come.”
“You’re Liam’s grandma,” Jake said gently. “Of course, you should be here.”
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I stepped aside to let her in. She walked in slowly, her gaze immediately finding Liam, who was toddling around the living room in his birthday outfit: a tiny shirt with “One-derful” printed on it.
“Oh, look at you!” Claire’s face lit up. She knelt down, arms outstretched. “Come to Grandma!”
Liam hesitated for a moment before wobbling toward her. Claire scooped him up, her eyes misting as she kissed his cheek.
I watched the scene, and my emotions tangled. Anger, guilt, confusion, and love. It was all there, swirling around in my chest.
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“Let’s do presents,” Jake suggested, sensing the tension. “Liam’s been eyeing that pile all morning.”
We gathered around the small stack of gifts, and Jake handed Liam the first one to tear open. Claire sat quietly, holding her little box on her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the ribbon.
Finally, Jake nodded toward her. “Mom, is that for Liam?”
Claire blinked, startled. “Oh! Yes. Yes, it is.” She stood and handed the box to me. “But… it’s more for all of you.”
I frowned, puzzled, as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.
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Inside was a set of keys.
I stared at them, confused. “What?”
“It’s your family house,” Claire said softly, her voice trembling. “For you, Jake, and Liam.”
Jake and I exchanged stunned looks.
“What do you mean, our house?” Jake asked, his brow furrowed.
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Claire took a deep breath, her hands twisting nervously. “I know how hard you’ve been working, Jake. And Brooke, I’ve seen how much you’ve given up to be the best mom you can be. I also know how hard it is to buy a house at your age. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how to do it without making you feel like I was interfering.”
I could feel my heart pounding as she spoke.
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“So, I started the blog,” she continued. “At first, it was just for fun. But then people started following, commenting, asking questions… and I realized I could use it for something bigger. I started a crowdfunding campaign — anonymously — to raise money for a house.”
My mouth dropped open. “Wait. You’re saying… you bought us a house?”
Claire nodded, tears spilling over. “It was supposed to be a surprise down payment, but the blog took off faster than I ever imagined. I managed to save enough to buy it outright.”
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Jake ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “Mom, this is… I don’t even know what to say.”
I couldn’t speak. I was still processing everything — the lies, the secrecy, the overwhelming generosity.
Claire turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Brooke, I’m so sorry for how things went. I never meant to hurt you. I just, I didn’t know how else to help. I saw how stressed you both were, and I wanted to give Liam the future he deserves.”
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Her voice broke, and I felt my tears welling up. “You lied to us,” I whispered. “You took photos of Liam without asking. You made it look like you were his mom.”
“I know,” Claire said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m sorry. I let it get out of hand. I should have told you from the start.”
Jake stepped in, his voice calm but firm. “Mom, why didn’t you just ask us if we needed help?”
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“Because I was afraid you’d say no,” Claire admitted. “You’re both so independent, so determined to do everything on your own. I thought if I offered money, you’d refuse. So, I did it my way. And I’m not saying it was the right way, but it was the only way I could think of.”
The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
Finally, I spoke. “Where’s the house?”
Claire’s face brightened. “It’s just a few streets over. Close enough that I can babysit — if you want me to.”
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”
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I looked at him, my heart swelling with emotion. “We have a house, Jake. Our own house.”
He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. “Yeah, we do.”
Claire wiped her eyes. “I know I’ve made mistakes. And I know I have a lot to make up for. But I hope… I hope you can forgive me.”
I stood, crossing the room to where she sat. My mind flashed back to all the moments of tension, the hurtful words, the mistrust. And yet, here she was, offering us the very thing we’d dreamed of: a home.
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Without a word, I pulled her into a hug.
Claire stiffened for a moment before melting into the embrace, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
“We’ll figure it out,” I whispered. “Together.”
She pulled back, her eyes shimmering. “Thank you, Brooke.”
Jake joined us, wrapping his arms around both of us. Liam giggled from his spot on the floor, completely unaware of the emotional storm around him.
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At that moment, I realized something important: Claire and I might never see the world the same way, but we loved Liam more than anything. And that love was enough to bridge the gap.
“Happy birthday, little man,” Jake whispered, scooping Liam into his arms. “Here’s to your new home.”
And as we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew this was just the beginning.
The beginning of our family’s next chapter.
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