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03/07/2025

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?"

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THE WOMAN UNLOCKED MY APARTMENT WITH A KEY, CLAIMING MY HUSBAND INVITED HER — BUT WHEN SHE SAW HIM, SHE ASKED, “WHO’S THAT?”

I came home after two exhausting months at the hospital with my mom. I was just out of the bathroom when I heard the front door unlock. A young, pretty woman stepped inside as if she owned the place. Before I could react, she blurted, “Who are YOU?” I stared.

“Excuse me? I live here. Who are YOU?”

She frowned.

“I’ve never seen you before.” “I was away. Who gave you a key to MY apartment?”

“Michael. He told me I could come anytime.” My stomach dropped. Michael—my husband. I took a sharp breath.

“Well, now that I—his WIFE—am back, you obviously can’t.”

Her expression turned cold. “Oh? He told me he was single… I’m sorry, I guess I should go.”

“No, wait!” I said. “Come with me.” I led her to the kitchen, where Michael was peacefully eating breakfast. She glanced at him, turned to me, and asked, “Who’s THAT?” 👇🏼👇👇🏿