After years of longing, Emily’s dream finally came true: she gave birth to beautiful triplet daughters. But just one day later, her husband abandoned them, claiming the babies were cursed.
My husband, Jack, and I had been trying to have kids for years, so finding out we were having triplets was the most joyful shock I could’ve imagined.
Jack was by my side the whole time during my pregnancy. Finally, our tiny, beautiful girls were born. Jack was supposed to pick us up the next day to bring us all home.
The following day, I waited in the hospital room. But when Jack finally arrived, something WAS…OFF. He looked tense, almost pale, his eyes darting around the room.
He glanced at the babies, barely acknowledging them, then looked back at me. “I don’t know how to say this, but…we must leave them at the hospital.”
I stared at him, completely stunned. “What… what are you talking about, Jack? They’re our daughters!”
He avoided my eyes, taking a shaky breath. “My mom… went to see a fortune teller. She said they’d bring nothing but bad luck. That they’d ruin my life and be the reason I die.”
He looked at me one last time, but then he turned and walked to the door.
A few weeks had passed since Jack left, taking care of three newborns alone was overwhelming.
One afternoon, my sister-in-law, Beth, came over to help with the babies. That day, I could tell something was bothering her.
Beth bit her lip. “Emily, I overheard Mom talking to Aunt Carol. She admitted that there was no fortune teller. She was worried that with triplets, Jack would have less time for her so she made it up.”
I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, I called Jack.
I said, my voice steady. “There was no fortune teller, Jack. Your mother made it all up. She lied to you because she was afraid of losing you.”
There was a long silence. Then, he spoke. “Emily, I don’t believe that. My mother wouldn’t make up something so serious.”
I felt my heart sink. “Jack, please, this is your family. How can you just abandon them over something like this?”
He didn’t answer, and finally, I heard him sigh. “I’m sorry, Emily. I can’t do this.”
The line went dead. I stared at the phone, realizing he’d made his choice.
In the weeks that followed, I did my best to adapt to life as a single mother. One day, Jack’s mother knocked at my door.
Tears filled her eyes as she said. “I’m so sorry, Emily. I thought he’d forget about me if he had you and the girls. I never thought he’d actually leave.”
I watched her for a moment. “I have nothing else to say to you.”
She left, and I closed the door, feeling a strange mix of relief and sadness.
One year later, Jack showed up at my door. He pleaded, saying he’d finally realized his mistake and wanted to come back.
I looked him straight in the eyes and shook my head. “I already have a family, Jack. I don’t need you now.”
As I closed the door, I felt a weight lift. After all, it wasn’t me or our daughters who ruined his life. He did it himself.