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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“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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For illustration purposes only | Source: Unsplash

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.

The Camera Revealed Our Expectant Birth Mother’s Plan to Destroy My Family – Her Lies Gave Me the Life I Always Dreamed Of

When Rachel spotted her husband kissing the woman they had trusted to bring their dream of parenthood to life, her world crumbled. But what began as a betrayal set her on an unexpected path, proving that the darkest moments can ultimately lead to something beautiful.

I was halfway through unloading groceries when my phone buzzed. It was a motion alert from our door camera. Frowning, I tapped the notification and waited for the video to load.

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A woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

It was Sean. He was on the porch, but he wasn’t alone.

“Jessica?” I whispered, frozen as I watched her step closer to him. Her hand rested on her swollen belly as her lips curved into a smile. Sean said something I couldn’t hear, and then she kissed him.

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A man hugging his wife | Source: Midjourney

I dropped the carton of eggs.

You see, Sean and I had been married for five years. We had built a beautiful life together, or at least, I thought we had. When we realized we couldn’t have children, I was heartbroken. Adoption became my lifeline, my way to the family I dreamed of.

At first, Sean wasn’t on board.

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An uncertain man | Source: Pexels

“Adoption’s a big step,” he said one night, staring into his beer. “What if… I don’t know… What if it doesn’t feel the same?”

“It’ll be ours, Sean,” I said, gripping his hand. “We’ll love them like they’re our own. Please, just think about it.”

He eventually agreed, but not without hesitation. Still, I clung to hope.

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A woman smiling at herself | Source: Pexels

Months later, our adoption agency called.

“Congratulations!” the social worker chirped. “Jessica, a young expectant mother, has chosen you and Sean to adopt her baby. She loved your profile, said you seemed kind and stable.”

Stable. If only Jessica knew.

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A thoughtful woman | Source: Pexels

I was ecstatic. I threw myself into preparations — decorating the nursery, reading parenting books, and doing everything I could to make Jessica feel supported.

“You’re paying for her rent now?” Sean asked one evening, his tone sharper than usual.

“She’s carrying our baby,” I said. “The least we can do is make her comfortable.”

Sean nodded, but something in his expression unsettled me.

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A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Pexels

At first, everything seemed fine. Jessica was polite but distant. I assumed she just needed space. Sean, however, was overly attentive.

“She needs someone to drive her to the doctor,” he said one Saturday morning, grabbing his keys. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I could go,” I offered.

“No, it’s fine. I’m already dressed.”

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A man leaving his house with car keys | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t argue, though the pattern repeated itself. Late-night texts. Long phone calls. Sean also insisted on visiting Jessica alone.

One night, I finally said something.

“You’re spending a lot of time with her.”

“She’s carrying our baby, Rachel,” he snapped. “What do you expect me to do? Ignore her?”

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A couple arguing in their living room | Source: Pexels

I bit my lip and looked away. Maybe he was just stressed. We both were.

The door camera footage proved I was wrong.

When Sean came home that evening, I was waiting in the living room.

“Rachel?” he said, surprised to see me sitting in the dark.

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An angry woman sitting in the dark | Source: Midjourney

“How long?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“What are you talking about?”

I held up my phone, showing him the video. “How long have you been sleeping with her?”

Sean’s face turned ghostly pale. “I… It’s not what it looks like.”

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A couple arguing | Source: Pexels

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. “I saw her kiss you, Sean! How could you do this to me? To us?”

“It just happened,” he stammered. “I didn’t plan this, Rachel. It started before we knew she was pregnant. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” I laughed bitterly. “You’ve destroyed everything!”

“I’ll fix it,” he said desperately. “I swear, I’ll fix it.”

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An angry woman talking to her husband | Source: Pexels

Jessica’s voice echoed in my head. “She’s carrying our baby. I had to step up. It was the right thing to do.” Only now, I wasn’t so sure.

“Whose baby is it, Sean?”

He hesitated. “She says it’s mine. She chose our family because she recognized me among the families.”

My world crumbled.

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A sad man sitting at the table | Source: Pexels

“Get out,” I whispered.

“Rachel—”

“Get out!”

Sean grabbed his coat and left. I sat alone in the silence, my mind racing. Jessica had chosen us to adopt her baby, but it wasn’t an act of kindness. It was revenge.

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A sad upset woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney

The call came a month after Sean left. I hadn’t heard much from him, though I knew he was still with Jessica. The silence was both a relief and a burden.

“Rachel,” Sean’s voice came through the phone. It was unsteady. “I need to talk to you.”

I sat down, gripping the edge of the counter. “What do you want, Sean?”

“It’s about the baby. He looked nothing like me.” He hesitated, then exhaled heavily. “I had a paternity test done.”

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A man looking at his phone | Source: Pexels

“And?”

“She lied,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s not mine.”

For a moment, I didn’t respond. The words felt surreal.

“She made it all up?” I asked, my tone flat.

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A woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

“She thought I wouldn’t ask for a test,” Sean said. “But when the baby was born, I just… I didn’t see it. The timing didn’t make sense either.”

I closed my eyes, anger and vindication swirling together. “So what now?”

“I don’t know,” Sean admitted. “Jessica left. She took the baby, and I haven’t heard from her since. I — Rachel, I’m so sorry. I messed up.”

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A sad man talking on his phone | Source: Midjourney

I laughed bitterly. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it, Sean. You didn’t just mess up. You betrayed me, destroyed our marriage, and let that woman humiliate me.”

“I want to come back,” he said softly. “I want to fix this.”

“No,” I said firmly. “There’s nothing to fix. Go figure out your life, Sean. I’m moving on with mine.”

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A serious woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney

Two weeks later, I found myself at the hospital. I had avoided it since the adoption fell apart, but there were loose ends to tie up — final paperwork, the agency’s apologies, and too many painful reminders.

“Are you Rachel?” a gentle male voice asked as I stood near the reception desk.

I turned to see a tall man with kind eyes and a warm smile. He wore scrubs and carried a clipboard.

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A med tech | Source: Pexels

“Yes,” I said cautiously.

“I’m Ethan,” he said, extending his hand. “I work in the lab here. I was supposed to meet you to review some of the test results.”

“Oh,” I said, shaking his hand. His grip was steady, calming. “Thank you.”

We walked to a small office. Ethan handed me some forms, explaining the process for closing the adoption file.

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A doctor holding a tablet | Source: Pexels

“I’m sorry you’re going through this,” he said sincerely. “It’s not easy, losing something you hoped for.”

I nodded, surprised by the emotion rising in my chest. “Thank you.”

For a moment, he seemed hesitant, then said, “I… I went through something similar. My fiancée left me two years ago. We had a newborn daughter at the time.”

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A young woman talking to a lab tech | Source: Midjourney

I blinked. “She just left?”

“Vanished,” he said, his voice heavy. “I tried to find her, but she didn’t want to be found. After a while, I stopped looking. I figured she made her choice.”

“Wow,” I said softly. “I’m so sorry. That must’ve been awful.”

He nodded. “I heard rumors she’d passed away. I guess I’m a widower now. I didn’t know what to believe, so I focused on my daughter. She’s the best thing in my life now.”

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A lab worker talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

Something about his story tugged at me. “Do you have a picture of her? Your fiancée, I mean?”

Ethan hesitated, then pulled out his phone. He tapped a few times and handed it to me.

My stomach dropped. It was Jessica.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

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A smiling woman near a flower bush | Source: Midjourney

“Rachel?” Ethan asked, concerned.

I handed the phone back, my hand trembling. “Ethan, I… I know her. Jessica. She’s the woman who was supposed to give us her baby.”

Ethan’s expression froze. “What?”

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

“She manipulated my husband,” I said, my voice shaking. “She claimed the baby was his. It wasn’t true. She’s the reason my marriage ended.”

Ethan sat back, stunned. “So she’s alive?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “And as awful as it sounds, I wish I didn’t know.”

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A sad serious woman talking to a lab tech | Source: Midjourney

Ethan was silent for a long moment. Then he looked at me with a mix of sadness and determination. “Well, I guess now we both know the truth. What do we do with it?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

For the first time in a long while, I felt a strange, fragile sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this broken road would lead to something better.

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A smiling young woman looking at a lab tech | Source: Midjourney

Ethan and I started meeting for coffee after work. At first, it was just two people sharing stories of heartbreak — his fiancée leaving him with a newborn and my husband shattering our marriage with lies.

Ethan shared how Jessica left him after he lost his place in med school. Devastated, he enrolled in a local college so he could at least work in a lab and rebuild his life. Somehow, in each other’s company, the weight of the past felt a little lighter.

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A couple in a cafe | Source: Pexels

“It’s funny,” Ethan said one evening as we watched his daughter, Lila, toddle around the park. “I thought losing Jessica would break me forever. But Lila gave me a reason to keep going.”

“She’s lucky to have you,” I said softly. “You’re an amazing dad.”

“And you’re an amazing person for surviving everything you’ve been through,” he replied.

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A woman with a toddler | Source: Pexels

We grew closer, bit by bit. I babysat Lila when Ethan had night shifts, and he helped me repaint the nursery I’d once prepared for another child. Slowly, the empty spaces in my life began to fill with laughter, warmth, and love.

A year later, Ethan proposed, and I said yes. I became Lila’s stepmother, and soon after, we welcomed our own baby girl. Watching Ethan hold our newborn, his face glowing with pride, I knew my life had come full circle.

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Parents looking at their baby | Source: Pexels

Ethan went back to school, determined to finish his medical degree. “You believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself,” he told me. And when he graduated, I cheered louder than anyone.

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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