The knock was urgent, desperate, like someone fleeing for their life. When I opened the door, my neighbor stood there, her face streaked with tears. What she said next didn’t just shake me — it destroyed me.
That day started like any other, with no sign of the chaos that was about to turn my world upside down. It was my day off, and I was finally getting some much-needed time to myself.
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My husband, Andrew, had already left for work, and our two kids, Mia and Ethan, were at school. I enjoyed the silence as I cleaned the house, blissfully unaware of the storm heading my way.
Andrew and I had been married for twelve years. He was the kind of man who turned heads at social events—charming, confident, and always dressed to impress.
As a manager at the same mid-sized company where I worked as the HR person, he was well-respected and admired by colleagues. To the outside world, we had the perfect life: two steady incomes, two healthy kids, and a beautiful home in a quiet suburb.
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But as I look back now, I wonder if the perfection was just a façade—if I had been blind all along.
Andrew could be intense. He was possessive, though he masked it well. At parties, he would casually slide an arm around my waist and steer me away from conversations he deemed “too friendly.” If I wore something he thought was too revealing, he’d laugh it off but say something like, “That dress is for my eyes only, right?”
I brushed it off at the time, convincing myself it was his way of showing he cared. After all, he could be incredibly thoughtful, too. He never missed an anniversary or birthday, always showering me with flowers, jewelry, or handwritten notes that made me feel cherished.
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But then there was the flirting. Andrew had an effortless charm that drew people to him, and he knew it. He’d flash that disarming smile at waitresses, neighbors, and even my coworkers. And whenever I brought it up, he’d tilt his head, look genuinely hurt, and say, “Emma, you know you’re the only one for me.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe we had something special. So I ignored the small cracks—the late-night work meetings, the occasional phone call he’d step outside to take. It was easier to trust him than to face the possibility that my instincts might be right.
But the truth? The truth was waiting, just on the other side of that knock at my door.
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Just as I was finishing vacuuming the living room, an ear-splitting bang shook me out of my thoughts. Someone was pounding on the door like their life depended on it.
When I opened it, I found my neighbor, Melissa, standing there. She was shaking and had tears streaming down her face. Melissa was usually the epitome of poise — a 35-year-old woman who worked in PR and always seemed calm under pressure. But now she was a complete mess.
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“Melissa? What happened?” I asked, my heart already racing.
Before she could answer, I noticed movement behind her. About 30 feet away, sprinting toward the house, was my husband, Andrew. The same Andrew who was supposed to be at work. His face was pale, his tie out of line, and he looked furious.
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“YOUR HUSBAND IS A MONSTER!” Melissa screamed, her voice cracking as she clutched the doorframe.
“What the hell is going on?!” I shouted back, caught between confusion and dread.
Melissa grabbed my arm and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut behind her.
“You need to listen to me,” she said, her voice trembling. “This isn’t something I can stay silent about anymore.”
Andrew’s fists pounded on the door. “Open up, Emma! Whatever she’s saying, it’s not true!”
But the fear in Melissa’s eyes told me otherwise.
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“Start talking,” I demanded, my voice low but firm.
She took a deep breath, as though gathering every ounce of courage she had.
“Emma, I’m… I’m Andrew’s mistress.”
The words hit me like a truck.
“I’m sorry, what?” I said my voice barely above a whisper.
“For two years now,” she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush. “He told me he was going to leave you. He said he loved me. I believed him.”
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“Melissa, stop,” I said, shaking my head. “This can’t be true. You’re lying.”
“I wish I were,” she said, her eyes welling up again. “But I have proof. Texts. Photos. And… and I’m pregnant, Emma. A month ago, he promised he’d be there for me, for the baby.”
I staggered back, trying to process what she was saying. My stomach churned as the reality began to sink in.
“Pregnant?” I managed to choke out.
“Yes,” she said, her voice breaking. “And today, he told me that he won’t leave you or the kids. Instead, he offered me fifty thousand dollars to have the baby and give it up to a shelter.”
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Andrew’s pounding on the door grew louder.
“She’s lying!” he shouted. “Don’t listen to her!”
Melissa flinched at the sound of his voice but pressed on. “I couldn’t stay silent after that. I couldn’t let him manipulate me anymore. You deserve to know who he really is.”
My knees gave way, and I sank onto the couch. My mind was racing, but every thought was like a jagged shard cutting deeper into me. This couldn’t be happening. Not Andrew. Not the man I had built my life with.
“Show me,” I said, my voice barely audible.
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Melissa hesitated, then pulled out her phone. She opened a folder filled with photos and screenshots of texts. There he was — Andrew — smiling at her in selfies, sending her messages about how much he missed her, and promising her a future together.
My throat tightened as I scrolled through the damning evidence.
Behind the door, Andrew’s voice turned desperate. “Emma, please! Let me in! Let me explain!”
I stood up and walked to the door, my hands shaking. I didn’t open it but leaned against it, speaking through the wood.
“Andrew,” I said, my voice cold and steady, “is it true?”
There was a long pause. Then, in a voice that was barely a whisper, he said, “I can explain.”
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That was all the confirmation I needed.
“You need to leave,” I said. “Now.”
“Emma, please! Let me —”
“Leave, Andrew!” I shouted, my anger finally boiling over. “If you don’t, I’m calling the cops.”
There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of his footsteps retreating.
Melissa was still standing in the living room, looking like a ghost.
“I’m so sorry,” she said again, her voice thick with emotion before leaving.
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As the door clicked shut, a flood of memories rushed to the surface—moments I had once dismissed but now made chilling sense. The sudden, unexplained phone calls he’d step outside to take, saying, “It’s just business.”
Even the nights he came home smelling faintly of perfume, brushing it off a quick excuse, “The office is full of strong fragrances today.”
How had I ignored it all?
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The weight of betrayal settled heavily on my chest. This was the man I had trusted with my heart, my life, my family. My hands shook as I dialed my lawyer, tears blurring my vision. It wasn’t just my marriage that had crumbled—it was the illusion of the life we had built together.
I had been so blind, and now, there was no going back.
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The days after that fateful knock felt like walking through a storm. Andrew called constantly, left messages, and even showed up outside the house. He begged, pleaded, and tried to worm his way back into my good graces, but it was too late.
I’ll never forget the first time he showed up unannounced after I’d filed for divorce. It was a rainy evening, the kind where the sky felt heavy and everything seemed muted.
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I had just tucked the kids into bed when the doorbell rang. Peering through the peephole, I saw him standing there, soaked to the bone, clutching a bouquet of wilted roses.
“Emma, please. Just hear me out,” he said as soon as I cracked the door open.
“There’s nothing to say, Andrew,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
“I made a mistake,” he said, his voice trembling. “I was stupid. Selfish. I don’t want to lose you or the kids. I’ll do anything to fix this.”
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I stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind me so the kids wouldn’t hear.
“Anything? Andrew, you lied to me for two years. You cheated, manipulated, and betrayed me. You didn’t just hurt me — you jeopardized our entire family.”
“I know,” he said, tears streaming down his face. “But I can change. I swear I can. I’ll go to therapy. I’ll quit my job if that’s what it takes. Just… give me a chance, Emma. Please.”
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I stared at him, the man I had once loved, and felt nothing but emptiness. His desperation might have moved me months ago, but now it was just too little, too late.
“Andrew,” I said quietly, “you didn’t just betray me. You destroyed the trust and respect this family was built on. You don’t come back from that.”
For a moment, he looked like he might argue, but then his shoulders slumped. “So that’s it?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
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“That’s it,” I said, walking back to the door.
“Emma,” he called after me, his voice breaking.
I turned around one last time. “The kids will always have a father. But I don’t have a husband anymore.”
And with that, I went inside and locked the door.
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The days that followed were a blur of tears, anger, and endless legal meetings. My lawyer was ruthless, ensuring that I got a fair share of Andrew’s assets. Andrew fought back at first, but the evidence Melissa provided was undeniable. In the end, I was granted the house, full custody of the kids, and a hefty amount of alimony.
As for Andrew, he moved into a small apartment across town. We agreed on co-parenting so he still sees Mia and Ethan on weekends, but they’re starting to understand that their father isn’t the man they thought he was.
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Melissa kept her distance after that day. I think she knew she had done enough damage by showing up at my door, but I didn’t hold it against her. In a way, she had freed me from a lie I had been living without even realizing it.
I’m still picking up the pieces of my life, but I’m stronger now. The betrayal cut deep, but it also taught me something invaluable: I deserve better.
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Newborn Baby Cries All Day No Matter What Parents Do, after a While They Check His Crib – Story of the Day
Walter returns home from work to find his baby son crying. His wife has tried everything to quiet their son, but nothing works. Walter decides to check the crib and is shocked by what he finds there.
An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan’s cries were bothering her again.
“Oh, honey,” he says and hugs her from behind. “How long has he been crying like that?”
“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down into sobs. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”
After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple’s lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan’s cries.
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“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter said and took Abby to Logan’s room.
He cheerfully approached Logan’s crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan’s cries stopped.
“What did you do?” Abby called from behind. Walter wasn’t listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn’t until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.
“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.
If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.
If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”
“Oh my God!” Abby gasped. “What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?”
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Walter recalled the janitor he’d mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor’s broom.
Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, “You’ll regret it!”
“We’ll have to go to the police, honey,” Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. “It must be him!”
“What? The note says we’ll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!”
“We don’t know if he’ll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor… there’s no way he’d know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us.”
Abby agreed.
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Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter’s phone buzzed with a message.
“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below.”
Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.
Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby’s condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.
“Don’t hate me for it, honey, but that’s the best for you,” he said. And Abby didn’t protest.
“Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?” she asked and broke down into tears.
Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn’t immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.
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Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.
There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn’t long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.
The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.
“Move it!” Walter snapped.
Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.
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Walter barely dared to breathe as he scanned the crowd. The man had been wearing the sort of flashy shirt sold in the more eclectic, hippie-themed stores, so he shouldn’t have been hard to spot.
There! A wave of relief washed over him as Walter spotted the janitor crossing the road. He was carrying the bag of money Walter had placed in the locker. Walter leaped from his car and followed him.
The man led him around a parking lot, past a variety of restaurants and several museums before he turned into a bus station. They were heading toward another row of lockers.
The janitor placed the bag inside a locker. When he turned around, Walter was ready. He shoved the janitor up against the lockers and held him there with his forearm.
“Where is my son?” Walter demanded. “I’ve done everything you asked, you jerk; now return Logan to me!”
“Look, I was offered $100 to collect the package and then drop it off here,” the man said. “I don’t know about your son!”
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“Don’t you dare lie!”
“I’m not! Some guy paid me to deliver the package! I ran into him in the parking lot after work one day, but he was standing with the light behind him, so I didn’t see his face. I have two kids of my own. I’d never hurt someone else’s child.”
Something about the janitor’s eyes told Walter the older man wasn’t lying. He let the man go, then opened the locker. But it was empty. Somebody had cut a hole in the back.
Walter jogged around to the back of the lockers. The hole was covered from the back with a thin steel plate, loosely secured by two screws. Nobody around was carrying a bag like the one he’d placed the money into.
Walter didn’t know how to break the news to Abby. Logan was their miracle baby. They’d been struggling for years before they conceived him. And now, he had lost his only chance to get Logan back.
Walter entered his home. He checked all the rooms downstairs but didn’t find Abby anywhere. He went upstairs to check their bedroom and noticed Abby’s things were gone.
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At first, Walter suspected she was kidnapped. He called her. Countless times. But she never answered. Then it dawned on him that the kidnapper wouldn’t have taken all of Abby’s things. Even her hand lotion was missing.
Walter was crushed, to say the least. How could Abby do this to them? No wonder she’d been so eager to return home after feeling sick. She had also insisted they pay the ransom. Abby was Logan’s kidnapper. Did she have an accomplice?
The only thing that consoled Walter’s heart was that the ransom money was fake. He would find a way to get his son back.
Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan was born, and near the vending machine, he found the man he was looking for—a doctor.
“Hi,” Walter approached him. “I hope you can help me. I need someone to call my wife—”
“I’m not a phone service,” the doctor replied sharply.
“You don’t understand. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your assistance, doctor, and your silence.”
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The doctor studied Walter through narrowed eyes. He slowly smiled as Walter explained his situation and told him what he wanted the doctor to tell Abby.
Walter then retrieved his wallet and furtively showed the doctor the dollar bills inside it. The man nodded. “Okay, we have a deal. Come with me!”
Walter followed the doctor to a nurse’s station on the second floor. All the nurses were checking on their patients, judging by the activity in the hallways. Nobody took much notice as the doctor lifted the phone and dialed Abby’s number.
“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that we just discovered something very serious in one of the routine tests we performed on your son after he was born. He needs to come in for treatment immediately.”
Walter heard Abby’s emotional outcry from the other side of the nurse’s station but couldn’t make out her exact words.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details over the phone. All I can say for now is that he has a rare genetic condition. I’m sure he does seem fine now, but that could change at any moment. He’s at a higher risk for SIDS and several other life-threatening conditions. You really need to bring him in today, Mrs. Taylor.”
Dr. Jones ended the call a few minutes later and showed Walter a thumbs-up.
“She’s going to bring the baby in ASAP.” Dr. Jones held out his hand and wriggled his fingers. “I did my bit. Now it’s time for you to pay up.”
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Walter paid the doctor and went back downstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before his phone started ringing. His lip curled in disgust when he checked the caller ID.
“You have some nerve to phone me after what you did, Abby,” Walter said. “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back.”
“Says the man who doesn’t even care enough about him to pay the ransom!” Abby shrieked. “That money was all fake, you tight-fisted jerk. Logan needs to see a doctor urgently, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”
“In my account, where it’s been all along. What’s wrong with Logan, or is this just another scheme to get my money?”
Abby swore at him and began to cry. “I told you; he’s sick! You’ve got to send me the money so he can receive treatment. He’ll die without it.”
“I won’t let my son die! I’ll pay,” Walter replied and hung up.
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Hearing Abby confirm she was behind Logan’s kidnapping broke his heart all over again. It took a few minutes before he pulled himself together enough to send her an immediate payment via his money transfer app. Now, all he had to do was wait.
***
Tears trailed down Walter’s cheeks when his little brother, James, entered the hospital with Abby. James held Logan against his chest while Abby spoke to the receptionist.
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the police officers and FBI agents came forward and surrounded Abby and James. Walter had informed the cops beforehand.
“You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” an FBI agent called out. “Hand the child over, nice and slowly, and raise your hands.”
“Get away from us!” Abby shrieked as she moved to stand between the FBI agent and Logan. “My son is sick. He needs to see a doctor.”
“No, he isn’t,” Walter called out as he approached the group. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan at all.”
Abby’s gaze locked onto him. Walter watched as the fear and uncertainty in her eyes shifted into red-hot fury. She rushed forward as though to attack him. But the police tackled her. She and James were arrested.
Walter hugged his son, relieved to have him back. But Abby wasn’t done yet.
“You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t get me pregnant, remember? But whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” she yelled.
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Walter froze. He looked at his brother, who wouldn’t even raise his head to look at him. It pained Walter. But nothing mattered because he had Logan with him.
“I will adopt him if that’s what I have to do!” he shot back. “I will watch him grow up while you two rot behind bars!” he said and left with Logan.
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