I WENT TO PICK UP MY WIFE AND NEWBORN TWINS FROM THE HOSPITAL — I ONLY FOUND THE BABIES AND A NOTE.

I can’t explain the excitement I felt as I drove to the hospital to bring Suzie and our newborn twin daughters home. I had spent the past few days decorating the nursery, cooking a big family dinner, and planning the perfect welcome. I even picked up balloons on the way. But when I arrived, my excitement turned into confusion.

Suzie wasn’t there. I just found our two sleeping daughters and a note.
My hands shook as I unfolded it:
“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”
I froze, rereading it over and over.

What the hell did this mean? Where was Suzie?
I asked the nurse, my voice trembling.
“Where’s my wife?”

“She checked out this morning,” the nurse said hesitantly. “She said you knew.”
Knew? I had no clue. I drove home with the twins, my mind racing, replaying every moment of Suzie’s pregnancy.

She seemed happy — or was I blind?
When I got home, my mom was there, smiling and holding a casserole. “Oh, let me see my grandbabies!”
I pulled back. “Not yet, Mom. What did you do to Suzie?”

My mother’s face went blank for a split second before she forced a laugh. “What kind of question is that, dear?” I clenched my fists, holding the note up in front of her. “Suzie’s gone. She left this. She said to ask you why.”

Her smile faltered. “That’s ridiculous. I haven’t spoken to her in days—”

“Mom,” I growled, stepping closer, my heart pounding. “Tell me the truth.”

She glanced at the babies in their car seats, then back at me. Something dark flickered across her face.

“Suzie wasn’t good for you,” she finally said, her voice tight. “She was weak. Unstable. She didn’t deserve to be their mother.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What. Did. You. DO?”

Mom let out a dramatic sigh and set the casserole down, crossing her arms. “I just told her the truth. That she would never be enough. That she was a terrible mother already, and she would only ruin those babies’ lives. That you would be better off without her.”

A wave of rage and nausea slammed into me all at once. “You told a woman who just gave birth—MY WIFE—that she was a bad mother?”

“She was crying the whole time,” Mom continued, shaking her head. “Hysterical. So I told her to leave if she really loved you. And, well… she did.”

I stared at her, stunned. Disgusted.

She was proud of it.

I gritted my teeth, my entire body trembling. “You’re going to tell me exactly where she went.”

Mom scoffed. “She didn’t tell me, and honestly, who cares? You have your daughters. You don’t need her.”

I took a deep breath, trying to contain my fury. But there was nothing left to hold back.

“You will NEVER see these babies,” I hissed.

Her face twisted. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m their grandmother—”

“You are nothing to them,” I snapped. “And you are nothing to me.”

I grabbed my phone, dialing Suzie’s sister. “Where is she?” I demanded the second she picked up.

There was silence. Then a shaky breath. “You know?”

“Yes. And I need to find her.”

A pause. Then, finally—

“She’s with me.”

Relief flooded my chest, but it was quickly overtaken by the crushing weight of guilt.

“Suzie thought you wouldn’t want her back,” her sister whispered. “She’s broken, man. She thinks she failed you.”

My throat tightened. I looked at my babies—so small, so innocent.

My mother had tried to destroy my family. But she underestimated one thing.

I would fight for Suzie. I would bring her home.

I turned back to my mother, my voice cold and final.

“Get out of my house.”