New Father Kicks Wife With Newborn Twins onto the Streets, Years Later He Begs Her for Help – Story of the Day

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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For illustration purposes only | Source: Pixabay

“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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For illustration purposes only | Source: Unsplash

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 Wife of 10 Years Left Me with Two Young Kids for a Wealthy Guy — 2 Years Later I Met Her Again and It Was Truly Poetic

Miranda traded her family for a “better life” with a wealthy man, leaving her husband Charlie with two little kids and a broken heart. Two years later, when Charlie met her again by chance, the moment couldn’t have been more poetic… one that made him believe in karma.

You never think the person you’ve shared a decade with will become a stranger. My wife Miranda and I had been together for ten years. We had two wonderful daughters: Sophie (5) and Emily (4). Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours, and I thought it was stable.

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A happy family | Source: Pexels

I earned enough to keep us comfortable — not luxurious, but we managed family vacations twice a year. The girls had a part-time nanny while Miranda worked as a freelancer from home. I always did my part, too. I cleaned every week, handled grocery runs, and even cooked meals. I never wanted her to feel like the housework was all on her shoulders.

But somewhere along the way, things shifted. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first — little things, like her spending hours on her phone and texting late into the night while her face glowed in the dark.

“Who are you talking to?” I casually asked once.

“Friends,” she said, too quickly. “Just catching up.”

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A woman holding a cellphone | Source: Pexels

Her social media accounts became busier, too. New photos would pop up almost daily — her smiling at a coffee shop, shopping bags in hand, and posing with friends I didn’t recognize.

Yet, at home, her face was always tired and distant. She spent less and less time with Sophie and Emily, brushing them off when they asked her to help with homework or play their little games.

“Not now, sweetie,” she’d say without looking up, scrolling on her phone.

The spark between us faded, too. The late-night talks, the easy laughter… we lost it. She started going out more, claiming it was for “shopping” or “clearing her head,” but she’d come back looking lighter and smiling in ways I hadn’t seen in months.

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A woman holding shopping bags | Source: Pexels

At dinner, she’d pick at her food, her mind clearly somewhere else. I tried to pull her back into the life we’d built together, but it felt like grabbing onto smoke.

Then, one afternoon, she looked me dead in the eye, wiped her hands on a dish towel, and said the words that shattered everything I thought we’d built.

“I’m leaving, Charlie.”

I paused mid-step, blinking like I hadn’t heard her right. “Leaving? What are you talking about?”

An arrogant woman | Source: Midjourney

An arrogant woman | Source: Midjourney

She didn’t flinch. “I can’t live this life anymore. I’ve found myself… and I know what I want. I’m not meant to be stuck here cooking and cleaning after you.”

I searched her face for a crack, some sign that she was joking. “Miranda… we have two kids.”

Her voice sharpened. “You’ll manage. You’re a great dad. Better than I’ve ever been as a mom.”

“What about Sophie and Emily? They’re just babies, Miranda!” My voice cracked as tears gushed from my eyes. But I didn’t care. Who said men can’t cry? The last time I cried was a moment of pure joy, holding my youngest newborn daughter in my arms. But this… this was different. And painful.

A heartbroken man | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken man | Source: Midjourney

She sighed. She seemed bored. It was like this was a conversation she’d been forced to repeat. “I need freedom, Charlie. I need to be happy. I can’t do this anymore.”

“And what about us? The life we built together… doesn’t that matter?”

“It’s not enough for me anymore,” she declared, grabbing her suitcase and storming out the door, slamming it shut on our lives that day.

It’s hard to explain how cold the room felt after she left. The empty silence screamed louder than any shouting match ever could.

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A woman with a suitcase | Source: Pexels

That night, Sophie, my oldest, tugged at my sleeve while I sat on the couch, frozen. “Daddy, is Mommy mad at us? Is she coming back?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. How do you explain to a five-year-old that their mother chose to walk away?

The next few weeks were brutal. I couldn’t eat. Or sleep. The hardest part wasn’t Miranda’s absence — it was what she left behind. The kids. Their questions. Their innocent belief that “Mommy would come home soon.”

And then there were the texts and calls from my family. “What happened, Charlie? Is it true Miranda left? Why would she do this?” I didn’t know how to answer. I was ashamed… ashamed that I couldn’t hold my family together, ashamed that I had no explanation for why my wife had run away.

I started dodging calls, letting messages pile up unanswered. What could I even say? That I wasn’t good enough for her?

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A distressed man | Source: Pixabay

I stumbled through, clinging to a routine like it was a lifeboat. Wake up, pack lunches, drop the girls off at daycare, work an exhausting shift, pick them up, make dinner, clean up, put them to bed… then collapse in a chair, staring at the empty space on the couch where Miranda used to sit.

And then I saw her on Instagram one day.

Miranda was glowing in some designer dress and sipping champagne on a yacht with some guy named Marco. He was a slick-looking man in a suit, his arm casually draped around her waist. She looked carefree. Almost like she didn’t leave two daughters and a broken family behind.

“Who is this Marco?” I muttered to myself, scrolling through photo after photo.

Trips to Paris. Five-star dinners. Sunset selfies on some white-sand beach.

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A romantic couple on a yacht | Source: Pexels

The next day, Sophie held up a crayon drawing of our family — me, her, Emily… and a blank space. “That’s for Mommy,” she said quietly. “So she can come back when she’s ready.”

My heart broke into pieces and I didn’t know how to put it back together.

But I had to keep going. I worked harder, saved more, and spent every free moment with the girls. They needed me. I told myself I didn’t care what Miranda was doing anymore.

And for a while, that was true.

Two years later, I was a different man. Tired, sure… but solid. My daughters and I had built something. Pancake Saturdays. Dance parties in the living room. Quiet bedtime stories that always ended with, “We love you, Daddy.”

I didn’t think about Miranda anymore. Not until last month.

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Two little girls hugging each other | Source: Pexels

It was an ordinary Wednesday. I was in the supermarket after work, grabbing groceries, when I saw her. At first, I wasn’t sure. Her hair was dull, her clothes wrinkled, and her face — God, her face looked tired. Pale. Hollow.

For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. This couldn’t be her. She’d probably be married now, living a lavish life, partying, shopping.

But it was HER. The woman who’d so easily abandoned the beautiful nest we’d built together.

“MIRANDA?” I said, stepping closer.

She froze, clutching a plastic bag of carrots like it was a shield. Her eyes darted to the side, like she was about to bolt.

“Miranda, it’s me… Charlie.”

She turned and walked away, faster and faster. I followed, confusion bubbling to the surface. “Hey, wait. What’s going on? Why are you running?”

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Grayscale shot of a woman running away | Source: Pexels

She practically sprinted out of the store. I stood there in the middle of the cereal aisle, my heart pounding. What the hell had just happened?

That night, I called her old number on a whim. It rang three times, then stopped. I thought she wanted to avoid talking to me, but a text buzzed on my phone a minute later.

Miranda: “Fine. Let’s meet tomorrow. At the park. 6 p.m.”

I don’t know what I expected when I walked into the park the next evening. Maybe the woman I’d seen on Instagram — the one with bright eyes and designer clothes. But that’s not who I found sitting on the bench.

A sad woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

A sad woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

Miranda looked… worn. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, and her shoulders sagged like they were carrying invisible bricks.

“Charlie,” she mumbled when I approached.

“You ran from me yesterday,” I said, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. “Why? And… what happened to you.”

She exhaled sharply, staring at her hands. “Because I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Like what?”

Her voice cracked. “Like a failure.”

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A man looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

I blinked. “What happened to you, Miranda? What happened to Marco? The yachts? The perfect life you threw us away for?”

Her lip trembled, and tears started spilling down her cheeks. “He was a fraud, Charlie. He wasn’t some wealthy businessman. He was a con artist. He drained my savings, spent my inheritance from Grandma, and when the money was gone, he left. I’m broke. I have nothing.”

I sat back, stunned. “Are you serious?”

She nodded, wiping her face with her sleeve. “I thought he loved me. I thought I’d finally found happiness. But it was all a lie.”

“Yeah, well,” I said, my voice hardening, “you destroyed your family chasing that lie.”

“I know,” she whispered. “And I regret it every day.”

“Didn’t you feel even a bit guilty for what you did, Miranda?”

She wiped her tears and whispered, “I didn’t want you to see me like this, Charlie. I was going to come back — after I got a job and looked… respectable enough to face you and the girls. I want to get back to my kids. I want to fix this, Charlie.”

A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

I stared at her in silence. Two emotions battled in my heart: anger and pity. She had left us in our darkest moment, but now she stood before me, broken and humiliated.

I wanted to scream at her, “Why wasn’t our family enough? Why did you trade your children for a fantasy?” But instead, a quiet thought wormed its way into my mind: “Am I being too cruel?”

I thought about the nights I’d cried silently after putting the girls to bed, about the endless days I spent picking up pieces she left behind. I thought about how Sophie still asked about her sometimes, her voice soft and unsure, “Do you think Mommy misses us, Daddy?”

And yet here she was — this woman who had wrecked our lives — asking to walk back in like none of it ever happened.

A man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

A man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

A voice inside me whispered, “Maybe she’s suffered enough. Maybe you should give her a chance.”

But then I remembered Emily’s tiny arms wrapping around my neck, her giggle as I chased her around the house. I remembered Sophie’s pride when I showed up to her school recital, her little face beaming because “Daddy was always there.”

I turned to Miranda, anger boiling in my chest. “Fix this? Do you think you can just waltz back in like nothing happened?”

“Please, Charlie, please. Just give me one chance —”

“No,” I said firmly. “You can’t see the girls. Not after you abandoned them like that. I don’t know how you can even call yourself a mother after trading your own children for money and a fantasy. They deserve better, and so do I.”

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Tears streamed down her face, but I didn’t care. “They’re happy, Miranda. They’ve moved on. And so have I.”

I stood up, looking down at her one last time. “I hope you figure out how to fix your life. But you won’t do it at our expense. Goodbye, Miranda.”

When I got home, the girls ran to meet me at the door. Sophie grabbed my hand. “Daddy, can we make pancakes?”

I smiled and knelt down to hug her. “Of course we can, princess.”

Emily tugged at my shirt. “Can we put sprinkles on them?”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

As I stood in the kitchen, the smell of batter filling the air, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time: peace.

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A man in the kitchen | Source: Unsplash

Miranda’s choices had been hers to make, and now she had to live with them. I had made mine, too. And I had no regrets.

Sophie and Emily giggled as they dumped way too many sprinkles on their pancakes, and I realized the truth: everything I needed was right here.

“Daddy, these are the best pancakes ever!” Sophie declared through a mouthful of syrup.

I laughed, ruffling her hair. “I think so too, sweetie.”

Miranda thought freedom was leaving us behind, but she didn’t know what real happiness looked like. I did. And that? That felt pretty damn poetic.

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A guilty woman | Source: Pexels

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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