I went to the hospital to bring home my wife, Suzie, and our newborn twins—but she was gone. In her place was a note: “Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother why she did this to me.”
Stunned, I returned home with the babies, demanding answers from my mother. She denied everything—until I found a cruel letter she had written to Suzie: “You’ll never be good enough for my son. Leave before you ruin their lives.” I kicked her out, furious.
Weeks passed as I juggled fatherhood and searched for Suzie. Eventually, her friend revealed the truth: Suzie had felt broken, unworthy, and thought I wouldn’t believe her over my mom.
Months later, I received a message: a photo of Suzie holding our daughters and a heartbreaking text: “I hope you forgive me.”
On our daughters’ first birthday, Suzie returned. We cried. Talked. She confessed postpartum depression and my mother’s cruelty had pushed her away. But with therapy, time, and love, she was ready to heal—with us.
