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.

All the Women in My Family Showed Up to My Wedding Wearing White — What My Fiancée Did Shocked Me

When my fiancée Jen met my tight-knit, prank-loving family, I warned them not to “test” her like they do with every new woman. But on my wedding day, the women arrived grinning in white dresses, defying my ultimatum! Furious, I moved to kick them out — but Jen grabbed the mic and stunned us all.

I never thought my wedding day would turn into a battlefield, but that’s what happens when you come from a family like mine.

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A man sitting with his head in his hands | Source: Midjourney

Don’t get me wrong, I love them. But the women in my family? They’re something else entirely.

Picture this: a swarm of aunts, cousins, my mom, stepmom, stepsister, and my grandmother, all bound together by their shared love of what they called “playful teasing.”

The rest of us called it what it was: bullying wrapped in a family tradition bow.

Growing up, I watched them tear through relationships like tissue paper. My cousin Mike’s first girlfriend lasted exactly one family dinner before she excused himself to the bathroom and climbed out the window.

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A window in a bathroom | Source: Pexels

My sister-in-law Kelly spent three months crying after every family gathering before she finally “earned her place.”

Even my dad’s second wife, now my stepmom, had to weather six months of subtle jabs and not-so-subtle critiques before they accepted her.

“It builds character,” my mom always said whenever I complained about their antics. “Besides, everyone goes through it. It’s how we know they’re really family.”

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A woman speaking during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“More like how you know they’re broken enough to join the club,” I muttered once, earning myself a month of silent treatment.

Their favorite sport? “Testing” any new woman who dared to enter our family circle. They’d pick apart everything from her clothes to her career choices until she either broke down or proved herself worthy.

Then, like some twisted initiation ritual, the victim would usually join their ranks, ready to torment the next newcomer.

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Women hugging at a family gathering | Source: Pexels

When I met Jen, I knew she was different. Smart, confident, and kind in a way that made you feel seen.

I also knew my family would eat her alive if given the chance. So when I introduced her, I laid down the law.

“No harassment,” I told them firmly at our first family dinner together. “I mean it. Jen’s off limits.”

They smiled and nodded, all innocent faces and promises. I should have known better.

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Women seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Two weeks later, my cousin Ben showed me the comments they’d left on Jen’s Facebook page. They’d been roasting Jen behind my back, picking apart everything from her “basic” career in marketing to her “try-hard” volunteer work at the animal shelter.

I saw red.

“Delete every last one of those comments on Jen’s Facebook!” I demanded in our family group chat. “Apologize to Jen or none of you are coming to the wedding. Not even Mom! I’m not kidding.”

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An angry man typing on his phone | Source: Midjourney

The messages flooded in immediately.

“Oh, come on! We’re just having fun!”

“Don’t be so sensitive.”

“She needs to learn to take a joke.”

“This is how we welcome people into the family. You know that!”

I stood my ground. Eventually, they gave in and apologized, though their words dripped with insincerity. I thought that would be the end of it.

I was wrong.

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A thoughtful man staring out a window | Source: Midjourney

Three days before the wedding, my brother Jake called me.

“Listen,” he said, his voice tense. “You need to know something. They’re planning to all wear white to the wedding. They’re calling it a ‘harmless prank’ to test if Jen’s ‘worthy’ of being part of the family.”

My stomach dropped. “Are you serious?”

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A concerned-looking man speaking on his cell phone | Source: Midjourney

“Dead serious. Mom’s leading the charge. They’ve got a group chat going and everything. They’ve been shopping together, coordinating their outfits. It’s like some kind of military operation.”

“Of course it is,” I said, rubbing my temples. “Because why would they let my actual wedding get in the way of their power games?”

I immediately sent out a mass text: “Anyone who shows up in white will be turned away at the door. I don’t care if it’s my own mother. This isn’t a joke or a test. It’s my wedding day.”

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A man sending an angry text | Source: Midjourney

The responses were immediate and defensive.

“We’d never do that!”

“How can you accuse us of planning to upstage the bride? Shame on you!”

I didn’t believe them for a minute. The night before the wedding, I barely slept, wondering if they’d actually go through with it. Jen noticed my worry but seemed surprisingly calm about the situation.

“Whatever happens tomorrow,” she said, kissing me goodnight, “we’ve got this.”

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A woman in bed smiling confidently | Source: Midjourney

On our wedding day, I stationed myself near the entrance, determined to follow through on my threat. When they arrived as a group, my heart nearly stopped.

Every single one of them, from my 70-year-old grandmother to my teenage cousin, was dressed in white. They walked in like they owned the place, smirking and nudging each other.

“You can’t be serious,” I said, stepping in front of them. “I warned you.”

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A stern man standing in a building entrance | Source: Midjourney

My sister-in-law, Kelly, laughed. “It’s just a test! If she can’t handle this, she’s not worthy of being part of our family.”

I felt my face growing hot. “Get out. All of you.”

“Now, honey,” my mom started, but I cut her off.

“I mean it. Leave.”

Before I could say another word, I heard feedback from the microphone.

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Close up of a microphone | Source: Pexels

My heart stopped as I turned to see Jen standing there, microphone in hand, looking absolutely radiant in her white wedding dress. The room fell silent.

“Before we get started, I’d like to say a few words. As you can see,” she began, her voice steady and clear, “the entire female side of my new family dressed in white today.”

She paused, letting her words hang in the air as the women continued to smirk. None of us were prepared for what she said next.

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A bride speaking into a microphone | Source: Midjourney

“I wanted to thank them for supporting my idea to come in white and standing by me during this joyful, but definitely challenging, moment of entering their family,” Jen continued with a smile. “They said they would consider it an honor to back me up, and for that, I am truly grateful.”

The smirks melted off their faces so fast you’d think they’d been slapped. My mom’s jaw actually dropped. Aunt Susan started sputtering, trying to form words. Cousin Rachel turned an interesting shade of pink.

But Jen wasn’t finished with them yet.

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A bride smiling while giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

With a graceful movement, she reached for the outer layer of her dress and removed it, revealing a stunning golden gown underneath that seemed to capture every bit of light in the room.

The gasps were audible. In that moment, she was radiant, powerful, and absolutely in control.

Jen smiled impishly as she beckoned to the women. “Come in, ladies, and take your seats so we can get this show on the road!”

I watched as my family members shifted uncomfortably, looking at each other with uncertainty for the first time in my memory. They’d finally met their match, and they knew it.

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A group of women wearing white | Source: Midjourney

The mighty had fallen, and they’d fallen hard.

The rest of the wedding was surprisingly peaceful. My family members kept to themselves, speaking in whispers and throwing occasional glances at Jen.

It was like watching a pride of lionesses that had suddenly encountered something they couldn’t intimidate. They were rattled, and more than a little afraid.

Looking back, I realize that moment changed everything.

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A smiling man seated at a table | Source: Midjourney

Jen didn’t just outsmart them; she showed them a different way to be strong. She took their power play and turned it into something elegant and kind. No screaming, no threats, just pure class and intelligence.

I’d always known Jen was remarkable, but watching her handle my family with such grace made me fall in love with her all over again.

I’d been ready to fight my entire family for her, something I never thought I’d be capable of doing. But she showed me there were better ways to handle conflict.

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A smug woman wearing a gold gown | Source: Midjourney

These days, family gatherings are different. The women still tease, but the cruel edge is gone. They treat Jen with a respect that borders on reverence, and I’ve noticed they’ve stopped “testing” newcomers altogether.

Sometimes I catch them watching her at family events as if trying to figure out how she did it.

As for me? I couldn’t be prouder of my wife. That day, she didn’t just handle a toxic situation; she transformed it.

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A couple dancing at their wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

She showed me that sometimes the best way to fight fire isn’t with more fire, but with something unexpected entirely.

“You know,” Jen told me later that night, “I almost wore the gold dress from the start. But then I thought about how they might feel, all dressed up in their white dresses, thinking they had the upper hand.”

I pulled her close. “You’re something else, you know that?”

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A couple slow-dancing at their wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

She smiled that brilliant smile that first made me fall for her. “I know. That’s why you married me.”

And she was right. That’s exactly why I married her.

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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