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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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.

My DIL Threw Out My Wardrobe as It Was ‘Too Out of Date’ — My Son Immediately Brought Her Back Down to Earth

When Evelyn’s daughter-in-law donates her entire wardrobe without asking, she’s furious. But her son, Daniel, is livid. What starts as a clash over respect and boundaries transforms into a journey of self-discovery. With a little patience, Evelyn proves it’s never too late for a fresh start.

I’m Evelyn. I’m 62, a widow, a baker, and the proud mother of my son, Daniel. Since I found out I was pregnant, I knew that my baby would be my ultimate pride and joy.

Now, at 35, as he was about to marry Clarissa, I knew my patience would face its toughest test. Clarissa was a force to be reckoned with.

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A woman holding a loaf of bread | Source: Midjourney

And, honestly, I’m not sure it was in the “good way.”

Clarissa had never worked a day in her life. She loved reading fashion magazines, watching Fashion Week runway shows, and basically… shopping. She waltzed into their marriage with designer handbags, a wardrobe bursting at the seams, and opinions about how everyone else should dress.

Especially me.

After losing my husband, Joseph, I was heartbroken and deeply depressed. I stopped caring about my fashion and focused on comfortable, practical clothes that I could bake in.

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A woman reading a magazine | Source: Midjourney

So when Daniel introduced me to Clarissa, I greeted her in my reliable wardrobe from my 40s.

“That’s what she calls fashion?” I heard her mutter. “More like frumpy-city.”

I brushed it off.

The most important thing was my son’s happiness, not her snarky remarks.

The wedding was perfect, my sweet Daniel was marrying the woman he loved in the most beautiful romantic setting. My heart swelled with pride and joy as I watched them exchange vows.

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A wedding scene | Source: Midjourney

I told myself her quirks were just that. Quirks. And chose to focus on the love they shared between each other.

Life moved forward, and inspired by the fresh start, I decided to renovate my apartment. I wanted a new kitchen, and it was time for me to do it. I wanted to bake more. And sell all my baked goods to the local bakery.

“Why not do your bedroom, too, Mom?” Daniel asked. “And what about the master bathroom?”

“It’s going to be too expensive, son,” I said. “I think I can cover the kitchen and still be comfortable.”

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“No way. I’ll cover it all! You just let me get a contractor and team in, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

I tried to refuse it all, but Daniel was adamant.

“Please, Mom,” he said. “Let me do this one thing for you. Let me do this.”

I didn’t want Daniel to go about spending money on me, especially because he and Clarissa were just starting off their lives, but there was something about his face…

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A kitchen being renovated | Source: Midjourney

I gave in.

Still, since space would be tight during the remodel, I asked Daniel and Clarissa if I could temporarily store some of my belongings at their house. They both agreed, saying that they had more than enough space.

I didn’t think twice when I packed my clothes and tucked it all away in their guest bedroom. I decided to stay with my sister during the remodel, so I only packed the bare minimum to take.

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Boxes in a room | Source: Midjourney

“Just stay with me, Evelyn,” Davina said. “Daniel and Clarissa are a young, married couple. They need their space. Me, on the other, I have nothing to do! I’m about to be 70, and I want to eat everything I can before my doctor decides to make my life miserable.”

And that was it.

One Sunday, Daniel invited me over for lunch. When I walked in, Clarissa greeted me with a smug smile, but I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until later, when I went to get a scarf from the guest room.

Most of my boxes were gone. My wardrobe, packed into those boxes, all gone!

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Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Clarissa, Daniel?” I called, trying not to panic. “Where are my clothes?”

She appeared in the doorway, a picture of nonchalance.

“Oh, I donated them, Evelyn,” she said. “Your wardrobe was too out of date. I mean, honestly… It’s time you dressed properly. You’re getting on in age.”

I froze, a mix of shock and rage surging through me. Before I could respond, Daniel walked in.

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A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“You did what?” he demanded. “Don’t bother lying. I heard it all from the hallway.”

Clarissa shrugged, clearly expecting him to take her side.

“She’s old, Dan!” she replied. “And she wears clothes from only goodness knows when. It’s not vintage. It’s not fashionable. Frankly… it’s embarrassing for her! If anything, I was helping.”

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

Daniel’s jaw clenched. He turned to me.

“Mom, I’ll fix this. I promise.”

Then, he turned back to Clarissa.

“Pack all the things I’ve bought you,” he said, his tone cold and dangerous. “I think it’s time we donate those items as well.”

Clarissa laughed nervously.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“You’re joking. Daniel. Say you’re joking!”

“I’m not,” he said. “You have no right to disrespect my mother like this. Those clothes were hers. It’s what she’s comfortable with.”

Clarissa’s face turned red as she sputtered excuses, calling him overdramatic and claiming she was just trying to help.

Her voice cracked as she pleaded.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“I thought I was doing the right thing. I just wanted her to feel more stylish. There’s nothing wrong with comfortable clothes, but at least let them look good!”

Daniel didn’t waver.

When Clarissa refused to pack her things, Daniel calmly opened her closet doors and began pulling out the designer clothes and accessories he’d gifted her over the years.

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A woman’s closet | Source: Midjourney

By the time he was finished, the room was full of neatly packed suitcases.

Poor Clarissa cried like a helpless child.

I should have felt vindicated, but seeing my son and daughter-in-law at such odds broke my heart. Daniel loved her; he had chosen her as his wife, the future mother of his children. I didn’t want to be the cause of a rift in their marriage.

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An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Daniel, darling,” I said softly. “Stop.”

He turned to me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Mom, she threw out your clothes without asking. This isn’t okay. None of this is okay!”

“I know,” I said, placing a hand on his arm. “But I think Clarissa has already realized her mistake. Right, Clarissa? And she donated the clothes to the needy. She didn’t just throw them out! That has to count for something.”

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A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Clarissa sniffled, wiping her tear-streaked face.

“I… I do realize my mistake. I wish I’d never touched your things, Evelyn. It was wrong. And I’d take it back if I could!”

Her voice wavered as she spoke.

“If someone donated all my clothes without telling me, I’d be devastated. I’m sorry, Evelyn. So, so sorry.”

Daniel crossed his arms.

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An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Fine, let’s have ourselves a deal,” he said. “Clarissa, since you claim that Mom’s wardrobe was unstylish, and you were so eager to fix it, you’ll be responsible for replacing it. Think of it as fair compensation.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened, but she nodded.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll buy her everything!”

Over the next week, Clarissa threw herself into the task of creating my “new look.” At first, she pushed me toward trendy outfits that I really didn’t like, but when I gravitated toward classic and comfortable styles, she listened.

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Clothing in a boutique | Source: Midjourney

“Trust me,” she said softly. “I’m going to… help you. I want you to feel lovely and comfortable in your own skin.”

By the end, I had a new set of beautiful clothes that made me feel confident and happy.

Something surprising happened during this time.

As Clarissa helped me shop, I saw a different side of her, one that was creative, determined, and even a little vulnerable. She admitted she’d never worked before because she didn’t know where to start, and she feared failure.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

But, don’t we all?

“You’re doing a wonderful job as my stylist, darling,” I told her one day over tea and cake. “Have you ever thought about making a career out of it?”

Her eyes lit up.

“You think I could? Really?”

“I know you could,” I said with a smile.

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Tea and cake | Source: Midjourney

Now I have a brand-new look, Daniel has a more thoughtful and modest wife, and Clarissa has a budding career as a stylist. I recommended her as a stylist to my friends, and she’s already booked several clients, including her first bride!

Clarissa and I still have our differences, but something has shifted. I see more humility in her now, and even a growing respect. She takes pride in what she does and in herself.

Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons, doesn’t it?

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Clarissa may have started as an entitled young woman with too many opinions, but now she’s learning the value of respect and hard work.

And as for me?

I’m happier than ever, with a wardrobe that fits the woman I’ve become.

Everyone’s happy, Daniel included.

One Saturday afternoon, Daniel came by to visit me after my makeover was complete. He rang the doorbell to my apartment, and I opened the door wearing one of my new outfits.

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A front door | Source: Midjourney

It was a simple but elegant teal blouse with tailored trousers, just as Clarissa had planned for me.

“Mom! Wow!” he gasped. “You look amazing! I mean, you’ve always looked amazing, but, my goodness! You look so confident.”

I smiled, touched by his sincerity.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about all this at first. But… I feel good. Clarissa might’ve had a heavy hand in pushing me toward this, but I think I needed the nudge. I’d been wearing the same clothes since your father passed away.”

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

Daniel pulled back and looked at me, his face serious.

“I’m so sorry, Mom. For all of it. She had no right to touch your things. I mean, if I had been paying more attention, none of this would have happened.”

“It all happened for a reason, son,” I said. “And look, it worked out for the best. Clarissa has a career now!”

“I know, I know. Now, come on, let’s go out to eat. You look too good to stay home.”

“As long as you’re buying,” I laughed.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

After losing her son, Daniel, in a tragic accident, Janet finds herself drowning in grief and memories of the home they once shared. But when her daughter-in-law, Grace, abruptly shows up and forces her to leave, Janet is devastated. What seems like a heartless betrayal turns into an unexpected act of compassion as Grace reveals her true intentions…

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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