A woman finally got a good job when her son left for college and paid for everything he needed since then. Seven years passed, and they only talked through a screen, but one day, he returned and couldn’t believe what had happened.
“Chris, don’t worry about anything. I’m paying for as much as I can. Whatever you need, call me,” Olive told her son at the train station. He was on his way to New York for college, and she had finally landed a well-paying job.
However, for most of his life until then, she couldn’t afford much. His presents were always second-hand, as she raised him alone and studied at night. He never lacked food or shelter, but Olive always felt guilty for not being able to give him the things his friends had.
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She finally got a decent salary and was ready to give him anything he wanted.
“Thank you, Mom,” Chris said, hugged her, and got on the train.
He knocked on the door. No response. He looked through the window and couldn’t believe it. There was nothing inside.
***
“Mrs. Franklin, you should come to visit! I’m so huge now!” Chris’ fiancée, Rosalie, told her through the computer screen.
Chris had met her during his junior year, and they were both about to graduate. However, Rosalie found out she was pregnant, and they got engaged. Sadly, Olive had yet to meet her in person because they were both studying so hard, and Rosalie couldn’t travel much in her condition.
Meanwhile, Olive couldn’t visit either because she was working extra hard. Over the years, she took on more and more hours at work despite her excellent salary because she was paying for Chris’ college, his housing, his expenses, and her own. However, she lived as frugally as possible.
“Soon, Rosalie! I hope to meet you soon. When I get a free moment,” Olive nodded, and finally, Chris appeared on the screen. He told Rosalie he needed to talk to his mother, and she left the room.
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“Mom, I wanted to ask you something,” Chris started, scratching the back of his head. “Since Rosalie and I are going to graduate soon and have a baby, I was wondering if you could help me with a house. We looked at one already. It’s in New Jersey because there’s no way we could live in the city, but it’s beautiful. It reminds me of home.”
Olive stared at her son for a while and thought hard. “Well, I… don’t know,” she muttered, thinking about her savings and hard work. She was finally planning for retirement.
“Please,” Chris begged and talked about the house cost and how much they would need for a down payment. He also said that Rosalie didn’t have anything because she had no family to help out.
“Ok, Chris, ok. I think we can work something out,” Olive finally said. She would have to deplete her entire savings and, maybe, live even more frugally. But it was possible.
“Thank you! Thank you, Mom! I don’t know what I would do without you!” Chris said, almost crying on the video call, and Olive smiled, knowing it was all worth it.
***
“I wish you guys could come this Christmas,” Olive commented in front of her computer, as she did many times over the years. Her son had left her house seven years ago and had not returned to his Maryland hometown. All they did was video chat. She was missing her granddaughter’s life and hated it. But everyone was busy.
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Olive worked now more than ever because she still helped her son often and had depleted her savings a second time when he wanted to start a business. She never asked him for anything in return but wished they would at least visit, as she couldn’t.
“We can’t, Mom. Not this year,” Chris said, shaking his head. “But thank you for the gifts you already sent Mallory. She loves them. You’re an amazing grandma.”
“Put her on the screen,” Olive requested gently and watched her granddaughter longing to hold her in her arms.
***
Olive didn’t know that Chris was finally planning to visit her. He couldn’t buy plane tickets for Rosalie and Mallory to come with him, but he was finally happy to see his mother.
However, his taxi stopped in front of his house, and Chris frowned. It was 9 p.m., and the lights were completely out. Chris told his cad driver to wait for a second and got out. The porch furniture was gone. The plants her mother loved were also missing. The garden was overgrown, and even the welcome mat was absent.
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He knocked on the door. No response. He looked through the window and couldn’t believe it. There was nothing inside. Did Mom move? Why didn’t she tell me? he wondered, concerned.
“Chris? Is that you?” a female voice asked.
He turned around and saw Mrs. Torres, an old woman who had lived next door to them all his life. “Mrs. Torres. Hi, there!”
“What are you doing here, kid?” she asked.
“I’m here to see Mom. Do you know where she is?” he asked, frowning.
“Oh, dear. Your mother moved away about two years ago. She sold that house, but the new owners moved just a few weeks ago. I don’t know who’ll be moving in now,” Mrs. Torres said, her forehead wrinkling as she rambled on.
“She never told me,” Chris muttered. “Do you know where she is?”
“Sure, I have her address written. Come with me,” Mrs. Torres went to her house and gave him a piece of paper.
Chris read the address and frowned. The address pointed to a side of town that wasn’t too nice. “Do you know why she moved there?” he asked the older woman.
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“No, honey. But I know she has a roommate now,” Mrs. Torres shrugged, and Chris was even more baffled.
He finally got back in his taxi and gave him the new address. He reached an apartment complex with run-down paintwork on a poorly lit street. It was terrible. Also, he quickly entered the building and went up easily because there was no security.
“Chris? What are you doing here?” Olive asked, shocked when she answered the door.
“Mom! What is going on? Why did you sell the house?” Chris questioned, dismayed and bewildered.
“Oh, Chris. Come in,” she sighed and ushered her son into her tiny living room.
Olive explained that the first time he asked her for money for the house, she had some savings and depleted him to buy them the house. However, when Chris asked her for money for his business, she had not saved anything and decided to sell her house and give him almost all the profit.
Chris was shocked by this news and the fact that he had been so oblivious. So careless. Such a lousy son. “Why didn’t you say anything? Mom! I wouldn’t have taken that money if I’d known,” he muttered, breathless.
“But I wanted you to succeed, sweetie. I failed to give you so much when you were younger, I just didn’t…” she tried to explain, but Chris cut her off.
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“Mom, you gave me everything I ever needed. I only asked because I thought you had it. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for not asking about you. I’m sorry for not visiting. I’m so sorry you have to live in this part of town and with a roommate at your age, for God’s sake!” Chris apologized, frustrated tears coming out of his eyes.
Olive teared up as well and hugged her son dearly while Chris made her so many promises. He called Rosalie that night, explained everything, and they both agreed that it was time to move Olive closer to them. Luckily, she got a new job in New Jersey quickly.
Eventually, they built an in-law suite for her so that Olive wouldn’t miss another second of her granddaughter’s life. And slowly but surely, Chris repaid his mother for every penny she had given him for the house and business – which took off exponentially and allowed them to live comfortably. But most of all, Chris never allowed Olive to sacrifice anything else again.
What can we learn from this story?
- Visit and talk to your parents as much as possible, especially those who give you everything unconditionally. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a mother like Olive, and Chris should’ve checked on her more often.
- Don’t feel guilty if you can’t buy your kids the same as other parents. All they need is your love. Children don’t need fancy new sneakers or the latest games. All they need is your support and love.
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MIL Secretly Takes Newborn from the Hospital – When the Father Sees the Baby at Home, He Realizes She Isn’t His Daughter
When Paul finally became a father after years of infertility struggles, he was overjoyed. But when he noticed something off about his newborn daughter, a chilling realization set in. This wasn’t the baby he’d held earlier that day. What happened next unraveled secrets that would change his life forever.
From the moment I married Tina, I dreamed of building a family. We had a home filled with love, and a future brimming with hope, but one thing was missing. A baby. Our baby.
The journey to becoming parents was long and painful, but nothing could have prepared me for the shock that came after our daughter’s birth.
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Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of being a dad. I’d always imagined the joy of holding my child for the first time, of teaching them to ride a bike, or tucking them in at night.
When I married Tina at 25, I thought those dreams would come true quickly. We had a loving marriage and a beautiful life, but as the years passed, the one thing we both wanted most remained just out of reach.
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We tried everything. From carefully timed schedules to consulting fertility specialists, every effort was met with heart-wrenching disappointment.
One evening, Tina emerged from the bathroom with tears streaming down her face. She was holding another negative pregnancy test.
“It’s not fair, Paul,” she said. “All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom. Why can’t I just have this one thing?”
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I wrapped my arms around her, trying to offer comfort when I had none for myself.
“I know it’s hard, Tina. I feel it too,” I whispered. “But maybe… maybe we should consider adoption. There are so many kids who need a loving family. We could—”
“No,” she cut me off sharply, pulling away. “I don’t want someone else’s child. I want our child, Paul. I know it’ll happen. We just have to keep trying.”
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Her determination was unwavering, and I wanted to believe her.
But deep down, I was terrified. Terrified that we’d never get there, that this unfulfilled dream would become a weight too heavy for us to carry together.
Soon, our lives started to revolve around the quest for parenthood. Everything else including work, friends, and hobbies had faded into the background.
I was consumed by worry for Tina, who seemed to carry the burden of our struggle more heavily than I did.
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My friends, noticing my growing stress, insisted on dragging me away for a weekend getaway. Reluctantly, I agreed, hoping the break would give me a chance to clear my head.
But even as I sat around the campfire with them, laughing and telling stories, my thoughts were with Tina. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was letting her down by being away.
Months passed, and life continued in a haze of hope and disappointment. But then, one chilly January morning, everything changed.
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I was in the kitchen making coffee when Tina appeared. She had this glow of excitement on her face that I hadn’t seen in years.
She held up a small white stick, her hands shaking.
“I’m pregnant, Paul!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy. “I’m finally pregnant!”
For a moment, I was speechless. I blinked at the test in her hand, not daring to believe it.
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Then, I pulled her into a hug as I realized what was happening.
“We’re going to be parents,” I whispered. “We’re really going to be parents.”
In that moment, the years of heartache melted away. It felt like the beginning of a new chapter. A chapter filled with hope, love, and the family we’d always dreamed of.
Little did I know, the real challenges were just beginning.
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We spent the following weeks preparing for our baby girl, Alice. We bought a cute crib and so many other things to ensure Alice would feel comfortable.
Honestly, Tina’s pregnancy brought us closer together in ways I hadn’t imagined. I made it my mission to take care of her, ensuring she had everything she needed.
I went to every doctor’s appointment, brought her prenatal vitamins, and cooked all her favorite meals.
But every now and then, I’d catch Tina sitting by the window, her gaze distant.
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“Are you okay?” I’d ask, concerned.
She’d shake her head. “I’m fine, Paul. Just tired.”
Her answer never quite sat right with me, but I didn’t push her. I chalked it up to pregnancy hormones and the natural worries that came with preparing for such a life-changing event.
Still, there was something in her eyes during those moments that I couldn’t ignore.
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The day of Alice’s birth arrived in the early hours of a cold January morning. Tina woke me up at 2 a.m., gripping my arm tightly.
“It’s time,” she whispered.
We rushed to the hospital, and by 3 a.m., I was standing in the delivery room, holding Tina’s hand as she brought our daughter into the world.
When the nurse placed Alice in my arms, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She was perfect. So, so perfect.
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She was so tiny with wisps of dark hair and a small birthmark on her neck that looked like a little star.
“Hi, Alice,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “It’s me, Daddy. I’ve been waiting so long to meet you.”
I was completely in awe. Everything we’d been through, all the pain and waiting, was worth it in that moment.
The nurse smiled as she gently took Alice from me. “We’ll take her to the nursery to get her cleaned up and checked out. You can see her again soon.”
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Exhausted but happy, I kissed Tina on the forehead and promised to return later that evening after running home to grab a few things for her and the baby.
When I returned to the hospital that evening, I couldn’t wait to take my wife and daughter home.
I practically ran to the front desk, ready to gather my little family.
But instead of the joyful reunion I’d imagined, the nurse greeted me with a look of confusion.
“Your daughter’s already been picked up,” she said. “Your wife told us it was fine.”
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“What? Picked up?” My stomach dropped. “By whom?”
“Her mother,” the nurse replied casually. “She said she was taking the baby home early. Your wife approved it.”
My mind raced as I hurried to Tina’s room. I couldn’t understand why she’d let Martha take our baby home.
“Why would you let your mom take Alice without telling me?” I demanded. “I was only 40 minutes late! You could’ve waited for me.”
“Babe, what’s your problem?” Tina replied, brushing me off. “Does it really matter who picked her up? We’ll be home in 20 minutes and see her.”
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Something about her casual response didn’t sit right with me. But I didn’t want to argue.
I just needed to get home and hold my daughter.
When we arrived, Martha was cradling Alice in her arms. I rushed over, a smile breaking across my face as I took her from her grandmother.
“Daddy’s here, Alice,” I said softly.
But as I looked down, my smile faded.
Her birthmark… it was gone.
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“HER BIRTHMARK! IT WAS ON HER NECK THIS MORNING! IT’S GONE!” I shouted. “THIS ISN’T MY DAUGHTER!”
I looked at Martha.
“What did you do? Where is my daughter?” I demanded.
“What are you talking about?” Martha stammered. “I didn’t do anything wrong! There must’ve been a mistake!”
I looked between Tina and her mother, searching for answers.
But Tina’s defensiveness only made things worse.
“Paul, calm down,” she snapped. “It’s probably nothing. You’re overreacting.”
But her words, her tone… they didn’t match the situation. My gut told me something was very, very wrong.
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“We’re going to the hospital now to figure this out,” I announced. “You guys can’t just misplace our little girl!”
“Paul, I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Martha said. “The nurses handed me the baby. I didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think?” I cut her off. “You took the wrong baby, Martha! This isn’t Alice!”
Tina placed a hand on my arm, trying to calm me down, but her touch only made me more suspicious.
“Paul, stop. Let’s go to the hospital and sort this out. Yelling isn’t going to fix anything.”
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I didn’t say another word. I grabbed my coat, and the three of us headed to the hospital, with Martha holding the baby.
As I drove, I kept glancing at Tina, trying to make sense of her reaction. Why wasn’t she as panicked as I was?
When we arrived, I marched straight to the front desk and explained the situation. The nurse’s face turned pale as I spoke. She quickly called the supervisor, who assured us they would investigate immediately.
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“Please wait here,” the supervisor said, guiding us to a private room. “We’ll check the nursery records and CCTV footage.”
As we sat in the room, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tina’s reaction. She was uncharacteristically quiet, avoiding eye contact with me.
Meanwhile, Martha fidgeted nervously, holding the baby close.
“Why are you so calm about this?” I finally asked Tina. “Aren’t you worried about Alice?”
“Of course I am,” she snapped. “But freaking out won’t help. Just… trust the staff, Paul.”
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Her response only deepened my suspicion. I thought back to the times I’d seen her staring out the window during her pregnancy, lost in thought. What was she hiding?
After what felt like hours, the supervisor returned.
“Paul and Tina, we reviewed the footage,” he said. “It appears your mother-in-law did take the wrong baby from the nursery. We’re deeply sorry for the mistake, and we’ve already located your daughter, and we’ll bring her to you right away.”
I can’t explain how relieved I felt when they handed me Alice.
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There was her tiny birthmark, the little star on her neck that I’d noticed earlier.
I held her close as tears streamed down my face. “Daddy’s here, Alice. I’ve got you now.”
But even as I cradled her, something felt off. The nagging feeling in my gut wouldn’t go away.
I glanced at Tina, expecting her to show the same relief and joy, but her expression was distant, almost detached.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked her softly as we drove home.
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“No, Paul,” she said, avoiding my gaze. “Everything’s fine.”
But everything wasn’t fine.
Over the next few days, Tina’s behavior grew more erratic. She seemed distracted, barely engaging with Alice or me.
Late at night, I’d often find her sitting alone in the living room, staring at nothing.
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It was then that the pieces started to fall into place.
Her detached demeanor, the strange moments during her pregnancy, and the miraculous timing of her getting pregnant after years of infertility.
The realization hit me hard. Tina was hiding something.
One afternoon at work, I decided it was time to find out the truth.
I called a lab and arranged for a paternity test.
Two days later, I received the results. My hands trembled as I opened the envelope.
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Alice wasn’t my daughter.
I sank into the chair as I realized what had happened.
Tears streamed down my face as I thought about all the love and hope I’d poured into this child, only to discover she wasn’t mine.
What hurt the most was that Tina, my wife and partner, had betrayed me in the most unimaginable way.
Tina was in the living room when I got home later that evening. She looked up as I entered, and the smile on her face faltered when she saw the envelope in my hand.
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“Tina,” I said. “We need to talk.”
Her eyes widened, and she backed away slightly. “Paul… I can explain.”
“You cheated on me,” I said, the words feeling like poison on my tongue. “When? When did this happen?”
“Paul, listen to me,” she cried. “I can explain… I—”
“Just tell me, when did this happen!?”
“It was that weekend you went away with your friends. I was so lonely, Paul. I felt like you didn’t care anymore, and I made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.”
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“A mistake?” I shouted. “This isn’t just a mistake, Tina! You lied to me, you betrayed me, and now… now you’ve brought a child into this. How could you do this to us?”
“I’m sorry, Paul,” she sobbed. “I was scared. I didn’t know what to do.”
I looked at her, torn between anger and heartbreak. But one thing was clear. I couldn’t stay.
“I loved you, Tina. I would’ve done anything for you,” I began. “But this… this is too much. It’s unacceptable… We can’t stay together anymore.”
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“Paul, please,” she cried, but I didn’t turn back.
I packed my things that night, leaving the house I’d once called home. My heart broke into a million pieces as I drove away, but I knew I’d made the right choice.
I cried like a baby that night, but I also vowed to rebuild my life, just as I had before.
This time, I’d find a future rooted in truth and love.
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