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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Woman Got Involved in a “Best Mother” Competition but Quit After Reading Her Daughter’s Diary – Story of the Day
Martha made it her mission to ensure her daughter’s success: numerous classes, a violin teacher, and daily chores. Martha was certain that all of it would help Ellie find happiness. But after participating in a “Best Mother” contest with her neighbors, she realized what being a mother truly meant.
Martha and her cheerful neighbor Jen strolled up the pathway to Lois’s house, the faint scent of freshly trimmed grass mingling with the floral perfume wafting from Lois’s garden.
As the door swung open, there stood Lois, her impeccably styled hair and tailored outfit a testament to her attention to detail.
“Welcome, ladies,” Lois greeted them with a smile that hinted at smugness. She grandly gestured for them to enter.
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“Come in, come in.”
Jen, ever the social butterfly, stepped in first. “Wow, Lois, your home looks stunning as always!” she said, her tone warm and genuine.
“I can’t wait to hear what’s new with you.”
Martha followed, already feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. For her, stepping into Lois’s house wasn’t just a visit — it was entering enemy territory.
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Lois wasn’t just a neighbor; she was Martha’s unspoken rival, someone who always seemed to flaunt her accomplishments.
Lois led them into the living room, a space that looked like it had been pulled straight out of a magazine. Every piece of furniture was perfectly coordinated, and the room practically sparkled.
“Let me show you something,” Lois said, her voice dripping with pride. She motioned to a set of plants lining the windowsill.
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“These are imported from Italy. Aren’t they divine? They really bring a sense of elegance to the room.”
“Oh, they’re gorgeous!” Jen said, leaning in for a closer look. “You have such a knack for decorating, Lois.”
Martha, however, merely nodded, forcing a tight smile. To her, this wasn’t about plants — it was Lois reminding everyone how much better she was.
The tightness in Martha’s jaw betrayed her efforts to stay calm.
“And look at this,” Lois continued, picking up a delicate tea set from the table.
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“It’s made from a rare ceramic. Took weeks to arrive, but it was worth it, don’t you think?”
Jen clapped her hands together.
“Beautiful! You really know how to choose the best.”
As the women settled into their chairs, Jen suddenly lit up with an idea.
“You know what we should do? Let’s have a little contest this weekend — a ‘Best Mom’ competition!”
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Lois raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah!” Jen said, her excitement growing.
“Each of us can cook a dish, show off our homes, and have our kids perform something. It’ll be fun! A little family-friendly rivalry never hurt anyone.”
While Jen imagined a fun, lighthearted event, Martha and Lois exchanged glances.
To them, this was more than a casual game — it was a chance to prove who was better. Both women nodded without hesitation, their competitive spirits igniting.
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“Sounds perfect,” Lois said, her tone sharp and confident.
“I’m in,” Martha added, determined not to be outdone.
Jen clapped her hands together.
“This will be so much fun!” she exclaimed, oblivious to the subtle tension simmering between her neighbors.
Back home, Martha stood in the kitchen, her mind already racing with ideas for the competition.
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She called out sharply, “Ellie! Come here, please!” Her voice echoed through the house, urgency clear in her tone.
Ellie appeared moments later, her hair slightly messy from playing outside. “What’s up, Mom?” she asked, her cheerful demeanor lighting up the room.
Martha wasted no time.
“This weekend, we’re participating in a competition with Lois and Jen — a ‘Best Mom’ contest. We need to give it everything we’ve got. Our family’s reputation is on the line.”
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Ellie’s smile faltered slightly, sensing the weight in her mother’s voice. But she nodded quickly, her usual optimism kicking in.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t let you down. I’ll do my best.”
Martha gave her a brisk nod. “Good. Let’s get started.”
They dove into the first task: cooking. Martha had decided on her famous apple pie, a recipe she knew could impress.
She meticulously instructed Ellie; from peeling the apples to mixing the dough.
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“No, not like that,” Martha corrected when Ellie tried rolling out the crust. “It needs to be perfect.”
Ellie smiled nervously and adjusted her technique. “Got it, Mom.”
Despite the sharpness in Martha’s tone, Ellie didn’t complain. She softly hummed as she worked, trying to stay positive.
The kitchen smelled heavenly as the pie baked, its golden crust a testament to their hard work.
Next, Martha dragged Ellie outside to inspect the lawn.
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“We can’t have a single weed or blade of grass out of place,” she declared, bending down to straighten a flower. They worked side by side, ensuring every detail was flawless.
Finally, they moved to Ellie’s room to rehearse her violin performance. Ellie set up her sheet music, her fingers slightly trembling as she began to play.
Halfway through, she stumbled on a note, her nerves taking over.
“Ellie, focus!” Martha snapped, her frustration clear. “You need to get this right.”
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Ellie’s cheeks reddened, and she swallowed hard.
“I will, Mom. Let me try again.”
As she lifted the bow to the strings, the pressure in the room felt almost tangible.
Ellie pushed forward, determined to meet her mother’s expectations, even as the weight of it all began to build.
The day of the competition dawned bright and chilly. Neighbors gathered in the crisp morning air, chatting excitedly as the three contestants prepared for their first challenge.
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Martha stood near her table, carefully arranging her apple pie on a decorative platter.
Nearby, Jen cheerfully set out her mac and cheese, and Lois placed her lasagna with an air of confidence that made Martha’s jaw tighten.
Nigel, the elderly man appointed judge from across the street, shuffled forward to begin the tasting.
His reputation for fairness and thoughtful opinions made him the perfect choice. He picked up his fork with a kind smile and approached Jen’s dish.
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“Mac and cheese,” he remarked, taking a bite. Jen’s sons watched with wide, eager eyes as he chewed thoughtfully. Finally, he smiled warmly.
“Simple but comforting. Well done.”
Jen grinned, clearly pleased. “Thank you, Nigel!”
Next, Nigel turned to Martha’s apple pie. Martha clasped her hands tightly, her stomach churning with nerves as he sliced into the golden crust. He took a bite, his face betraying nothing as he chewed.
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Then, with a small nod of approval, he said, “Lovely balance of flavors. A classic done right.”
Martha exhaled in relief, allowing herself a small smile. But that relief was short-lived as Nigel moved to Lois’s table.
Her lasagna, perfectly layered with bubbling cheese and a rich tomato sauce, looked straight out of a cooking show.
Nigel took one bite, then another, and another, finishing the entire serving.
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“Well,” he said with a chuckle, wiping his mouth. “This lasagna is exceptional. The first point goes to Lois.”
Lois beamed while Martha’s face fell.
“It’s just one round,” she muttered under her breath, trying to stay composed. She quickly urged Nigel to begin the next stage.
Nigel moved from house to house, inspecting the exteriors.
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Jen’s home was charming, with bright flowers in simple pots, but Nigel seemed more impressed by Martha’s perfectly manicured lawn and vibrant flower beds.
“This is beautiful,” he declared, awarding Martha the point for the best exterior. Martha felt a rush of satisfaction as Lois’s expression soured.
Finally, it was time for the last round: the children’s performances. Pam, Lois’s daughter, was first.
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She stepped forward confidently to sing but faltered midway, her voice cracking. Her face flushed, and she ran off, refusing to continue.
Martha smirked, feeling her chances of winning improve.
Next, Jen’s sons performed. Their dance routine was unpolished, but their playful energy and heartfelt song about their mom touched the audience.
“She’s our superhero,” they sang, drawing smiles and applause.
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As the boys finished, Martha realized Ellie was nowhere to be seen. Her confidence wavered.
“Go get her,” Nigel said, glancing at his watch. “We don’t have all day.”
Panicked, Martha rushed back to the house, her heart pounding. Something was wrong, and she needed to find Ellie fast.
Reaching Ellie’s room, Martha paused outside the door, hearing muffled sobs from within. Her heart sank.
Ellie was always cheerful, her laughter lighting up even the gloomiest days. Hearing her cry was like a punch to Martha’s chest.
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She hesitated, unsure how to approach her daughter, then gently knocked and opened the door.
Ellie spun around, hastily wiping her eyes. Her face was red, and her hands trembled as she tried to shove something into her desk drawer.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Martha asked, her tone soft and concerned — a stark contrast to her usual commanding voice.
Ellie forced a shaky smile. “It’s nothing, Mom. Don’t worry. I’ll win. I promise to make you proud.”
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Her voice wavered as she spoke, but before Martha could say anything, Ellie grabbed her violin and bolted past her.
Martha stood frozen for a moment, staring at the desk. Something didn’t feel right.
Glancing toward the hallway, she hesitated. Part of her knew she should respect
Ellie’s privacy, but another part — her instincts as a mother — told her to look. Slowly, she opened the drawer and found Ellie’s diary.
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Her hands trembled as she flipped through the pages, the last entries smudged with tear stains. The most recent page caught her eye. As she read the words, her heart broke:
“Today, I can’t fail. I have to be perfect. Mom is counting on me, and I know I can do it. But why am I so scared? I’ve played this piece perfectly before, so why do I keep messing up now? Please, let everything go right. I want Mom to be proud of me. I want her to love me. I can’t lose…”
Tears welled up in Martha’s eyes. She had never realized how much pressure she had put on Ellie — not for Ellie’s sake, but for her own pride.
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Ellie wasn’t trying to succeed for herself; she was doing it to win her mother’s love and approval.
Placing the diary back carefully, Martha rushed outside. Ellie was standing by the stage, gripping her violin tightly, her knuckles white.
Her eyes darted nervously across the crowd.
Martha ran to her without a second thought, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“I’m so sorry, Ellie,” Martha whispered, her voice breaking. “You don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to prove anything. I already love you, and I’m so proud of you — no matter what.”
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Ellie froze for a moment, then relaxed into her mother’s arms. Her tears spilled over, but this time, they were tears of relief. “Thank you, Mom,” she whispered.
Back on stage, Nigel smiled kindly as he announced that the points would be shared evenly, declaring all three mothers winners.
Jen clapped enthusiastically, her joy infecting the crowd. “This was so much fun!” she exclaimed.
Martha turned to Jen, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you for helping me see what being a great mom truly means.”
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