I went to the hospital to collect my wife and newborn twins

Joy Turns to Shock

My heart pounded with joy, knowing my newborn twin daughters and loving wife were finally coming home. The car was filled with colorful balloons, and I couldn’t wait to embrace them.

However, the moment I stepped into the hospital, everything changed. I rushed to Suzie’s room. I found Callie and Jessica lying in their tiny beds, but my wife was nowhere to be seen. I assumed she stepped outside for fresh air.

Then, I noticed a note tucked in one of the beds. It read:
“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

My world collapsed instantly.

A Harsh Reality

Just then, a nurse entered and greeted me, “Good morning, sir. Here’s the discharge paper—”
I stopped her and asked about Suzie.
“She checked out this morning. She said you knew.”

Defeated, I took my babies and headed home.

At the porch, my mother waited with a bright smile.
“Oh, Ben, they are so beautiful,” she said, reaching for the girls. But I refused.

“Mom, what did you do to Suzie?” I demanded. Her face went pale, but she denied everything.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, confused.

Doubt and Discovery

That evening, I recalled Suzie’s pregnancy. She seemed happy. Nothing hinted at trouble. Yet now, I was alone and miserable.

I remembered the subtle barbs my mother often threw at Suzie. Suzie always laughed them off, but did they hurt her?

Determined, I searched Suzie’s belongings for answers. Inside her tiny jewelry box, I found a letter from my mother. In it, she claimed my daughters and I would be better off without Suzie. She accused Suzie of trapping me with pregnancy.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized how blind I’d been. I confronted my mother and told her to leave. She tried to defend herself, but I refused to listen.

Struggling Alone

Days turned into weeks. I battled diapers, sleepless nights, and endless crying — from the twins and myself.

I contacted everyone who knew Suzie, but no one could tell me where she was. Then, her closest friend, Sarah, revealed the truth. Suzie had struggled because of my mother but was too scared to tell me, fearing my mother would turn me against her.

I felt lost. Life grew harder by the day. The twins’ first birthday was bittersweet — filled with joy and sorrow.

A Miraculous Reunion

One day, while the girls played in the living room, someone knocked on the door. I opened it to see my wife — looking fresh and healed.

I said nothing. I just embraced her and cried. It was the first time in over a year I felt whole.

Suzie cried harder than me. She apologized, explaining how my mother’s actions and postpartum depression overwhelmed her. She convinced herself our daughters and I would be better without her.

But over time, she sought therapy and began healing. That day, she was finally ready to come home.