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.
My Stepmom Made Me Sleep in a Shed and Gave My Room to Her Kids — My Mom Immediately Brought Her Back Down to Earth
When my father’s new wife kicked me out of my room and into the shed, I thought I’d hit rock bottom. But Mom’s surprise visit and shocking revelation about the house turned everything upside down, leaving me to wonder if I’d ever feel at home with Dad again.
I arrived at Dad’s house with a knot in my stomach. Something felt off. Kim, my stepmom, opened the door with a fake smile.
“Michelle, honey, come in,” she said, her voice sickeningly sweet.
I stepped inside, dragging my suitcase. Sam and Leo, my college-age step brothers, lounged on the couch, barely acknowledging me. They were both glued to their shiny new laptops – the same ones Dad said he couldn’t afford to buy for me.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
“Working late,” Kim replied. She fidgeted with her necklace. “Listen, Michelle, we need to talk about sleeping arrangements.”
My heart sank. “What about them?”
Kim glanced at her sons. “Well, with Sam and Leo home for the holidays, we’re a bit short on space.”
“Short on space?” I echoed. “But I have my room.”
“Had,” Sam muttered under his breath, not looking up from his laptop.
I whirled to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kim cleared her throat. “Michelle, dear, we had to give your room to the boys. They need a proper place to sleep and study.”
“And where am I supposed to sleep?” I demanded, my voice rising.
Kim avoided my eyes. “We’ve set up a nice space for you in the shed.”
“The shed?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re kidding, right?”
“It’s only temporary,” Kim said quickly. “Just until the boys go back to university.”
I looked around, hoping to see some sign that this was all a cruel joke. But Sam and Leo just smirked, and Kim stood there, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked again, my voice cracking. “I want to talk to him.”
“He’ll be home late,” Kim repeated. “Why don’t you get settled in? I’m sure you’re tired from the trip.”
Defeated, I trudged out to the shed, lugging my suitcase behind me. The inside was musty and cramped, with a rickety cot squeezed between boxes of junk. A single bare bulb hung from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows.
I sat on the cot, trying not to cry. How had it come to this? Dad used to dote on me, but ever since he married Kim, everything changed.
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He’d promised to buy me a laptop for school, then said he couldn’t afford it. But he bought new ones for Sam and Leo without hesitation. I remembered the excitement in his voice when he told them about the “surprise” he had for them.
“You boys need good computers for your studies,” he’d said, beaming with pride.
When I’d reminded him about his promise to me, he’d just shrugged. “Times are tough, Michelle. Maybe next year.”
Then there was the lake trip. Dad had planned a father-daughter weekend, just the two of us. I’d been looking forward to it for weeks.
“Sorry, kiddo,” he’d said, not meeting my eyes. “Something came up at work. We’ll do it another time.”
A week later, I saw photos on social media of him, Sam, and Leo at the lake, fishing and laughing. When I confronted him about it, he brushed it off.
“The boys were only home for a short time,” he’d explained. “I wanted to do something special with them.”
And now this. Kicked out of my own room, and banished to the shed like some unwanted pet.
I tossed and turned all night, the cot creaking with every movement. In the morning, my phone buzzed with an incoming video call. It was my mom.
“Hi, sweetie,” she said when I answered. “How’s everything at your dad’s?”
I tried to sound upbeat. “Oh, you know. Same old.”
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Mom frowned. “Michelle, where are you? Is that… is that the shed?”
I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.
Mom’s face darkened. “Why on earth are you in the shed?”
“Kim said there’s no room in the house,” I mumbled. “Sam and Leo are using my room.”
“They are WHAT?” Mom exploded. “Oh, hell no. I’m coming over right now.”
“Mom, no, it’s fine,” I protested weakly. But she’d already hung up.
An hour later, I heard tires screeching in the driveway. Mom burst into the shed, her face like thunder.
“Get your things,” she ordered. “We’re going to have a little chat with your father and his wife.”
I trailed after Mom as she stormed into the house. “John!” she yelled. “Get out here right now!”
Dad appeared from the kitchen, looking startled. “Helen? What are you doing here?”
“Why is our daughter sleeping in a shed?” Mom demanded.
Kim rushed in. “Helen, this isn’t your house. You have no right to barge in here making demands.”
Mom turned on her, eyes blazing. “Oh, I have every right. Didn’t John tell you? This house belongs to Michelle.”
The room went dead silent. I stared at Mom, then at Dad, who’d gone pale.
“What are you talking about?” Kim sputtered.
Mom smiled coldly. “When we divorced, we put the house in Michelle’s name. In a year, she’ll own it outright.”
Kim whirled on Dad. “Is this true? You knew about this?”
Dad nodded miserably. “I… I didn’t think it was important.”
“Not important?” Mom scoffed. “You let your daughter sleep in a shed in her own house!”
Sam and Leo appeared in the doorway, looking confused.
“What’s going on?” Leo asked, still clutching his new laptop.
Mom addressed them all. “Listen up. From now on, Michelle sleeps in her room. In her house. End of discussion.”
“But…” Kim started to protest.
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“But nothing,” Mom cut her off. “Unless you want Michelle to kick you all out when she turns eighteen, I suggest you show her some respect.”
She turned to me, her voice softening. “Come on, honey. Let’s get your things. You’re coming home with me.”
As we packed up my stuff, I could hear Dad and Kim arguing in the other room.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the house?” Kim demanded.
“I didn’t want to complicate things,” Dad replied weakly.
“Complicate things? You let me treat your daughter like garbage!”
Their voices faded as Mom and I walked out to her car. As we drove away, I felt a mix of emotions: relief, vindication, and a little sadness.
“You okay, sweetie?” Mom asked, glancing over at me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for coming to get me.”
“Always,” she said firmly. “I’ll always have your back.”
We rode in silence for a while. Then I asked, “What happens now?”
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Mom sighed. “That’s up to you, honey. If you want to keep visiting your dad, we’ll make sure things change. If you don’t, that’s okay too.”
I thought about it. “I think… I think I want to try. But only if things are different.”
“They will be,” Mom assured me. “Your father may be an idiot sometimes, but he loves you. He just needed a wake-up call.”
Over the next week, I stayed with Mom. Dad called every day, apologizing profusely. He promised things would be different, that he’d make it up to me.
Finally, I agreed to go back for a visit. As we pulled up to the house, I saw Dad waiting on the porch.
“Ready?” Mom asked, squeezing my hand.
He nodded, looking chastened. “I know. Come inside, please?”
We followed him in. The house was quiet – no sign of Kim or the boys.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
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“I asked them to give us some space,” Dad explained. “We need to talk.”
We sat in the living room, the tension palpable.
Dad cleared his throat. “Michelle, I messed up. Big time. I got so caught up in trying to make Kim and her boys happy that I forgot what was really important.”
“Me,” I said quietly.
He nodded, his eyes glistening. “You. My daughter. The most important person in my life.”
“Doesn’t feel like it lately,” I muttered.
Dad winced. “I know. I’ve been a terrible father. But I want to make it right. If you’ll let me.”
I glanced at Mom, who nodded encouragingly.
“What about Kim and the boys?” I asked.
“They know things have to change,” Dad said firmly. “Your room is yours, always. And I’ve made it clear that you’re my priority.”
“And the laptop?” I couldn’t help asking.
Dad smiled sheepishly. “It’s in your room. Along with an apology letter from Sam and Leo.”
I felt a glimmer of hope. “Really?”
“Really,” Dad confirmed. “And I was hoping… maybe we could still do that lake trip? Just the two of us?”
I hesitated, then nodded. “I’d like that.”
Dad’s face lit up. He opened his arms, and after a moment, I stepped into his embrace.
It wasn’t perfect. There was still a lot to work through. But it was a start.
As we hugged, I caught Mom’s eye over Dad’s shoulder. She smiled, giving me a thumbs up. I knew then that no matter what happened, I had people in my corner. And I’d never sleep in a shed again.
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