I Went to Pick Up My Wife and Newborn Twins from the Hospital — I Found Only the Babies and a Note

The excitement was bubbling up inside me as I drove to the hospital. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Today was the day I was bringing home my daughters! I waved to the nurses at the station as I hurried to Suzie’s room, eager to see her and the girls. But when I pushed open the door, everything came to a sudden halt.

My daughters were peacefully sleeping in their bassinets, but Suzie was gone. At first, I thought she might have stepped out for some fresh air. But then, my eyes landed on a note. My heart skipped a beat as I rushed over, my hands trembling as I opened it.

“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

My stomach dropped. What was happening? Why was Suzie gone? I barely had time to process it when a nurse came into the room, carrying a clipboard and a smile.

“Good morning, sir! Here’s the discharge—”

I interrupted her, unable to hide my panic. “Where’s my wife?” I demanded, waving the note in front of her.

The nurse hesitated, looking uncomfortable. “She checked out this morning. She said you knew about it.”

“She—where did she go?” My voice cracked as I tried to keep calm, but the confusion was overwhelming. “Did she say anything else? Was she upset?”

The nurse frowned, clearly concerned. “She seemed fine… just quiet. Are you saying you didn’t know about this?”

I didn’t have an answer. My mind was a mess as I left the hospital in a daze, cradling my daughters in my arms. The note was clenched tightly in my hand, and my heart was racing. Suzie was gone. My wife—my partner, the woman I thought I knew—had vanished without a word, without a trace. And all I had left were two tiny girls, my shattered plans, and that cryptic message.

As I stepped outside, my mom, Mandy, was waiting for me on the porch, holding a casserole dish. Her face immediately dropped as she saw my expression, confusion knitting her brow.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I shoved the note into her hands, desperate for some answers. “This is what’s wrong! What did you do to Suzie?”

Mandy blinked at the note in her hands, her face paling. “Ben, I don’t know what this is about,” she said. “She’s… she’s always been emotional. Maybe she—”

“Don’t lie to me!” I snapped, frustration and anger bubbling up. “You’ve always found ways to tear her down. Always undermining her, criticizing her—”

“I’ve only ever tried to help!” My mom’s voice cracked as tears welled up in her eyes. “You don’t understand, Ben. You don’t understand what she’s really like.”

I stormed off that night, replaying everything in my mind. The family gatherings. The small jabs my mom would throw Suzie’s way, disguised as “concern” or “advice.” Suzie had always laughed them off, but now, I realized, those words had cut her deeply. Too deeply.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was going on—something I hadn’t seen before. And then, just before bed, I found it. A letter, written in my mother’s familiar handwriting. It was addressed to Suzie. My hands shook as I read the words on the page:

“Suzie, you’ll never be good enough for my son. You’ve trapped him with this pregnancy, but don’t think for a second you can fool me. If you care about them, you’ll leave before you ruin their lives.”

It was like a punch to the gut. How could my own mother write something so cruel? How had I missed this all these years?

It was almost midnight when I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed down the hall and banged on my mother’s door until she opened it, groggy and confused.

“How could you?” I shouted. “How could you say these things to her? All this time, I thought you were just being overbearing, but no, you’ve been bullying Suzie for years, haven’t you?”

My mother’s face drained of color as she saw the letter in my hand. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to speak, but I wasn’t having it.

“Ben, listen to me—” she started, but I cut her off.

“No!” I shouted, my voice raw with emotion. “You’ve hurt her for years, and now look at what it’s done! Look at what you’ve driven her to!”

My mom stood there, frozen, as I crumpled the letter in my hand. Everything I thought I knew about my family, about my life, had been shattered in an instant. I had always believed in family loyalty, but now I was questioning everything.

How could I have not seen this? How could my mother have turned on Suzie like that? My heart ached for her—my wife, the mother of my children—and I realized that I had failed her.

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