Childless Woman Returns from a Business Trip a Day Early and Finds a Baby in Her House – Story of the Day

When Alicia returned home from a business trip, she discovered a baby next to her husband on their bed. His explanation made no sense, but she was tired. However, the shocking truth made sense a few hours later when she woke up.

After an extended business trip to New York, Alicia was finally home in Miami and was looking forward to resting on her bed with her husband, Luke. She carefully walked around the house, taking off her jacket and trying not to make a sound. It was late at night, and Luke had no idea she was back.

She was supposed to return in three days, but Alicia managed to finish her work early and decided to catch a flight back as soon as possible. Unfortunately, that meant reaching Miami after midnight and getting home way too late. But that was fine. Luke would be surprised when he woke up next to his wife in the morning.

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They talked all the time while she was gone, but a month was way too much time for a business trip. Never again, Alicia thought when she finally reached their bedroom.

Luckily, she didn’t have to turn on the lights because the moon reflected enough light to see around. She saw her husband’s figure on the bed and heard his light snoring but moved quickly around the room, changing into her PJs.

But she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a tiny bundle on her side of the bed. There was a pillow at the edge so the baby wouldn’t roll and fall to the other side. But Alicia and Luke didn’t have kids. What’s going on here? Where did he get that baby?

Luke didn’t have any family as he grew up in an orphanage, so the child couldn’t be a niece or nephew. So what was happening here? she wondered in shock.

She went to the other side of the bed and shook her husband. “Luke! Luke! Wake up!” she tried to keep a whispering tone, but she was way too startled for anything. Fortunately, the baby didn’t hear, but her husband felt her hand on his arm.

“What? Who…. Alicia? What are you doing here?” he said groggily, his hand raising to his face and wiping sleep from his eyes.

“Meet me in the kitchen right now!” she stage-whispered and walked away.

Luke followed slowly and looked at his wife sleepily. “You’re here early.”

“Yes, whatever. Who is that baby, Luke? What’s going on here?” she questioned angrily.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“I’m not sure, Alicia. Someone left him on our doorstep a few days ago, and I’ve been taking care of him,” Luke said and yawned heavily.

“What? That doesn’t make sense! Let’s call the police!”

“Yes, we have to do that, but I keep forgetting while taking care of him. Listen, I’m way too tired to have this conversation. And you’re probably tired from traveling too. Let’s go to bed and figure out what to do in the morning, okay?”

“No, we have to figure it out right now!” Alicia exclaimed in exasperation.

“Shush, please. It’s too late. You’ll wake the baby. Please, let’s go to sleep,” Luke insisted and walked back to the bedroom, not waiting for Alicia’s response.

“Fine,” she whispered and followed. She laid down on the other side of the baby, and it was okay because their bed was huge. Shockingly, Alicia fell asleep quickly and didn’t dream that night.

Seven a.m. that day…

Alicia woke up to a couple of muffled voices coming from the living room. She turned on the bed and saw that Luke and the baby were gone, so she rushed up and sauntered out of the room, trying not to alert anyone.

“Luke, when are you going to tell her? This can’t go on like this!” a woman’s voice said in annoyance.

“Please, keep it down. I don’t know how to tell her, okay?” Luke said in a lower tone, hoping that Alicia wouldn’t wake.

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But she was wide awake now. Who is that? Is this about the baby? Is she his secret baby mama? Alicia worried and wondered if she should show herself and confront them.

“Please, let’s give it some time. I’ll tell her when the DNA results come out,” Luke pleaded, and Alicia’s jaw dropped.

DNA test? He got someone pregnant, and now they were testing to see the parentage? I can’t let this go on, she decided. Alicia stepped directly into the living room and saw Luke talking to a woman who was just outside the front door.

“What’s going on here? I want the truth right now, Luke. I heard everything. What DNA test? Is that your baby mama?” she demanded, crossing her arms on her chest. Luke and the woman turned around with wide eyes.

But shockingly, the stranger smiled. “Baby mama?” she said and laughed.

“There’s nothing funny about this. Luke, did you cheat on me with this woman?!” Alicia almost shouted.

“No! No! I swear! I would never do that. Please, listen to me,” Luke begged, walking towards her with his hand in front.

“You have ten seconds!” Alicia seethed, her arms still crossed in anger.

“This is my sister, Linda.”

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Alicia’s arms dropped. “What?”

“Linda and I met two weeks ago by chance. Look, baby. She looks just like me. We met at the supermarket and were shocked by our resemblance to one another. We started talking and realized we were both orphans. Now we’re waiting for the results of a DNA test to confirm it. But we’re pretty sure because our childhood experiences were similar. I believe I remember playing with her at the orphanage, but it’s a blurry memory,” Luke explained the shocking story.

“That’s crazy,” Alicia whispered, looking at the woman. But Luke was right. The woman looked awfully like him. If identical twins of different genders were possible, they would be the perfect example.

Luke continued. “We’ve gotten pretty close since then, and she had an emergency last night. She asked me to watch her baby, Tony. I was too tired to explain earlier, but there it is.”

Alicia calmed down and invited Linda inside to hear the woman’s side of the story. It was pretty remarkable. Luke also begged forgiveness for not telling her sooner, but he didn’t want to ruin her important business trip with this complicated news.

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“Anyway, the results are supposed to come out in a few days, and then, we’ll see. You can see them along with my husband and corroborate that we’re not lying. But I really hope it’s true because not having any extended family is the worst,” Linda commented after they talked for a while.

Alicia was glad to hear that Linda had a husband. It made the story much more plausible, and she forgave Luke for the lie pretty quickly because Tony was super cute.

A few days later, the results confirmed they were siblings, and they decided to spend more time together. Alicia was glad that Luke had a nephew to dote on, and she always thought that family mattered more than anything in the world.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Don’t lie to your spouse. Things could’ve gone south for Luke if Alicia didn’t patiently wait for an explanation. So it’s best not to lie to your partner.
  • Family is the most crucial part of life. Cherish your family members because tons of people wish they had them.

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My MIL Abandoned My Daughter 20 Years Ago, Claiming She Wasn’t Her Son’s – Now She’s Back with Flowers and Cake to Win Us Over

Kicked out into the cold with her newborn and nowhere to go, a widowed Cindy rebuilt her life. Twenty years later, her mother-in-law, who abandoned her granddaughter by claiming she wasn’t her son’s, arrived at their doorstep, smiling with an olive branch and a hidden motive.

Twenty years ago, my life shattered. The first week after my husband Josh died felt like being stuck in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. He was my world, my partner, my best friend… my everything.

But a car accident took him just a month after our daughter, Laurel, was born. Losing him was like losing the ground beneath me. And with baby by my side, I was clinging to whatever strength I could muster to face life head-on.

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A woman holding a newborn baby | Source: Pexels

Moving in with my mother-in-law, Margaret, seemed like the only option. I thought, “Maybe there’s still a lifeline here.” I hoped she’d support me — support us — but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

One night, as I rocked Laurel to sleep, Margaret stormed into the living room, her sharp heels clicking against the wooden floor. I knew something was wrong the moment I saw her. Her lips were pressed tight, and she was gripping my suitcase like it had offended her.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she snapped, throwing the bag down by my feet. “You need to leave. This isn’t a free ride.”

I rose, stunned. “Margaret, what are you talking about?”

She crossed her arms, her gaze cutting through me like a knife. “That baby? She’s not Josh’s. And I won’t have you leeching off me while pretending she is.”

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An angry senior woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

The room spun. “What are you saying? She’s his daughter—”

“Spare me the tears.” Her voice was ice cold. “You cheated on my son. Get out.”

I don’t remember much after that. Just packing the little I could grab, holding Laurel close as we stepped into the freezing night. That was the first of many nights on park benches, trying to shield her from the cold while her cries echoed in my ears.

If it weren’t for my best friend Eden, I don’t know where we’d be. She found us when I was at rock bottom, shivering outside a coffee shop, trying to warm up Laurel’s bottle.

“Cindy? Oh my God, what happened?” she asked, pulling me inside before I could protest.

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A shocked woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

From that moment, she became our guardian angel.

Eden gave us a place to stay, helped me find work, and eventually, I got back on my feet. It wasn’t much… just a one-room apartment with creaky floors and a leaky faucet. But it was ours.

The years passed, and while I saw Margaret around town now and then, she never so much as glanced my way. Not at the grocery store, not even when we were within a few feet of each other.

It was like we didn’t exist for each other.

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An annoyed senior woman in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward 20 years, and Laurel was thriving. She was in nursing school, bright and compassionate, with a future so much bigger than the one Margaret tried to take from us.

For her 20th birthday, we kept it simple. Eden, Jake (Laurel’s boyfriend), and I shared stories and laughter over the chocolate cake I’d baked.

And then came the unexpected knock on the door.

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A delighted young woman celebrating her birthday | Source: Midjourney

I opened it, and there she was — Margaret, looking polished as ever, holding a bouquet of white roses and a plastic cake container. Her smile was that same forced sweetness I remembered.

“Cindy,” she said, her voice syrupy. “It’s been so long. May I come in?”

Before I could respond, she breezed past me, stepping into the living room like she owned the place.

Her eyes landed on Laurel. “Oh, my! Look at you! You’re all grown up… just like your grandmother!”

Laurel blinked, glancing between me and Margaret. “Mom, who is this?”

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A smiling older lady holding a bouquet of white roses | Source: Midjourney

Margaret gasped, clutching her chest like it hurt her. “You mean your mother NEVER told you about me? I’m your GRANDMOTHER, darling. I’ve thought about you every single day.”

Eden’s fork clinked against her plate. “She’s joking, right?”

Margaret shot her a withering look before turning her attention back to Laurel. “I’ve missed so much of your life. But I’m here now. I want to make things right.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Make things right?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the room. “You abandoned us, Margaret. You called Laurel a mistake and tossed us out in the middle of winter. Now you want to play the doting grandmother?”

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A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

Margaret waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, Cindy, don’t exaggerate. It’s water under the bridge. What matters is that we’re together now.”

Laurel rose from the couch, her face unreadable. “I need a minute.” She walked into the kitchen, and I followed her, my heart racing.

“Laurel, don’t let her get in your head,” I said the moment we were alone.

She leaned against the counter, her arms crossed. “What happened back then, Mom? Why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”

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A distressed woman standing in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed hard, the memories flooding back. “Because she didn’t deserve to be part of your life. She kicked us out when we needed her most, Laurel. She called you…” My voice cracked. “She said you weren’t Josh’s. That you weren’t his daughter.”

Laurel’s jaw tightened. “She said that?”

I nodded. “She only cares about herself. Don’t fall for this act.”

She took a deep breath, then placed a hand on my arm. “I trust you, Mom. I just… I need to handle this my way.”

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A heartbroken senior woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

When we returned to the living room, Laurel sat across from Margaret, her posture relaxed but her eyes steel-sharp. “Why this sudden change of heart,” she said, each word measured, “after 20 years of silence? Did you just remember we exist?”

Margaret hesitated. The silence stretched, brittle as old glass, before she sighed dramatically. “Well, dear, I won’t mince words. I’m not here for lengthy explanations. I need something from you and the family. I’ve fallen on hard times. My health is failing, and I thought… well, family should take care of family.”

A charged silence filled the room. Eden’s jaw dropped. Jake muttered a single, stunned, “Unbelievable!”

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An older woman sitting on the couch and smiling | Source: Midjourney

Laurel’s head tilted, a movement both curious and predatory. “You want us to take care of you?”

“Just a little help,” Margaret said, her hand fluttering to her chest in a performance of vulnerability. “I’ve missed so much of your lives. Isn’t it only fair?”

I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. “FAIR? You think it’s fair to throw my late husband’s widow and newborn out into the cold, brand her a liar, and now sweep in asking for help?”

Margaret’s fingers clutched her pearls, her indignation rising like a carefully rehearsed act. “I’ve apologized, haven’t I? And clearly, you’ve done well for yourselves. Surely you can spare a little generosity.”

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Side shot of an older woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

Her tone shifted, becoming plaintive. “Nobody wants to care for me now. My own daughter is ready to ship me off to a nursing home. I just want to be loved and cared for in my golden years.”

Laurel remained silent. I watched the calculations behind her eyes as she studied the woman who had so casually discarded us years ago. Margaret, seemingly oblivious, continued her self-serving monologue.

“I’m simply suggesting,” she purred, a predatory softness in her voice, “that I could use a place to stay. Here, perhaps. With my darling granddaughter. Think of all the moments we could share.”

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An older woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

Eden’s restraint snapped. “You’ve got audacity,” she said, her voice razor-edged. “This is the granddaughter you left homeless, in case that convenient memory of yours has forgotten.”

Margaret dismissed the comment with a wave of her hand, as if swatting away an inconvenient truth. “Oh, let’s not dwell on ancient history. We’re here now, aren’t we? We’re family. And that’s what truly matters.”

Jake snorted. “Family? That’s rich coming from you, lady!”

Margaret ignored him, turning to Laurel. “I was hoping I could stay here for a while. Just until I get back on my feet.”

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Close-up shot of a serious-looking young man in a room | Source: Midjourney

Eden raised an eyebrow. “You want to live here? With them? After everything you’ve done? Wow!”

Margaret’s tone turned defensive. “Oh, let’s not dredge up the past. I’ve apologized—”

“No, you haven’t,” I interrupted. “Not once.”

Margaret’s eyes narrowed at me. “I’m here now. Isn’t that enough?”

Laurel’s voice emerged, calm yet unyielding. “You want me to let you live here? After you threw my mom and me out?”

Margaret’s practiced smile wavered. “Darling, it was a mistake. Surely you can understand—”

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An angry young lady frowning | Source: Midjourney

“What I understand,” Laurel interrupted, each word cutting like glass, “is that my mom gave up everything for me. She worked herself to exhaustion, went without even the little coziness in life so that I could have enough. And you?” Her eyes blazed. “You stayed in your big house and pretended we didn’t exist.”

A flush of crimson spread across Margaret’s cheeks. “I was grieving!”

“So was she!” Laurel’s voice erupted, trembling with a lifetime of suppressed pain. “But she never abandoned me. You don’t get to waltz back now and ask for anything. You’re NOT my grandmother. You’re just someone who showed up with hollow gestures, hoping we’d forget everything and embrace you.”

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An older lady gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

Margaret’s mouth worked soundlessly, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

Laurel rose, her stance resolute despite the tears glimmering in her eyes. “You need to leave. Now.”

A desperate plea flickered in Margaret’s gaze as she looked first at me, then back at Laurel. “You’ll regret this.”

Laurel didn’t waver. “No. I won’t. Goodbye, Margaret.”

The door closed with a sharp, piercing click as Margaret stormed out.

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A furious young lady with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

Silence filled the room like a held breath. Then Laurel turned, pulling me into a fierce embrace.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she whispered.

“You didn’t have to defend me,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

“Yes,” she replied, her tone brooking no argument, “I did. You’re my family. You’re the one who’s always been there.”

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An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Eden’s voice sliced through the tension, light and irreverent. “Well, that was quite the performance. Who’s ready for cake?”

We laughed. For the first time in 20 years, I felt a profound sense of peace fill my heart. Margaret and her empty apologies meant nothing. Laurel and I had built something genuine, something unbreakable.

As I watched my daughter slice the cake, surrounded by love and laughter, I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we’d come. We weren’t just surviving… we were truly living.

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A cheerful woman holding her 20th birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

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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