After years of longing, Emily’s dream finally came true: she gave birth to beautiful triplets. But the next day, her husband abandoned them, claiming the babies were cursed.
Looking at my three little girls, I felt my heart swell as I saw them. Sophie, Lily, and Grace were perfect, each one a miracle. I had waited so long for them—years of hoping, waiting, and praying.
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And now here they were, asleep in their cribs, their little faces so peaceful. I wiped a tear from my cheek, overwhelmed by the fierce love I already had for them.
But I looked up and saw Jack. He was coming back from shopping, but something was wrong. He was pale. He wouldn’t meet my gaze, or come near me. He was standing by the door, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to be in the same room.
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“Jack?” I said softly, patting the chair next to my bed. “Come sit with me. Look at them—they’re here. We did it.”
“Yes… they’re beautiful,” Jack mumbled, barely glancing at the girls. He moved a little closer, but still wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Jack,” I said, my voice shaking, “what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
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He took a deep breath, then blurted out, “Emily, I don’t think… I don’t think we can keep them.”
I felt like the ground was giving way beneath my feet. “What?” I asked, puzzled. “Jack, what are you talking about? These are our daughters!”
He grimaced and looked away as if he couldn’t bear to see my face. “My mother… she went to see a fortune teller,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
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I blinked, not sure I’d heard correctly. “A fortune teller? Jack, you can’t be serious.”
“She said… she said that these babies… our girls…” He paused, his voice unsteady. “She said they would only bring bad luck. That they would ruin my life and be the reason for my death.”
I jumped, staring at him, trying to process what he was saying. “Jack, this is insane. They’re just babies!”
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He looked down, his face fearful. “My mother swears by that psychic. She’s been right about things before, and… she’s never been so sure of anything.”
I felt anger rise, hot and sharp. “So because of a ridiculous prediction, you want to abandon them? Leave them here?”
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He stopped, looking at me with fear mixed with guilt. “If you want to take them home… fine,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I won’t stay here. I’m sorry, Emily.”
I stared at him, trying to process his words, but all I felt was shock. “Are you really serious?” My voice cracked. “Are you going to distance yourself from your daughters because of a story your mother heard?”
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He didn’t say a word. He just stared down, his shoulders slumped.
I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. “If you walk out that door, Jacki,” I whispered, “I won’t let you come back. I won’t let you do this to our daughters.”
He looked at me one last time, his face torn, but then he turned and headed for the door. “I… I’m sorry, Em,” he said quietly and left, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
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I sat there, staring at the empty door, my heart pounding and my mind racing. A nurse came back, saw my face, and placed a hand on my shoulder, offering silent comfort as I gathered my things.
I looked down at my babies, tears blurring my vision. “Don’t worry, girls,” I whispered, stroking each little head. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
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As I held them close, I felt a mixture of fear and fierce determination growing within me. I had no idea how I would do this alone, but I knew one thing for sure: I would never leave my girls. Never.
A few weeks had passed since Jack left, and every day without him was harder than I’d imagined. Caring for three newborns alone was overwhelming.
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Some days I felt like I was barely holding on, but I held on for Sophie, Lily, and Grace. They were my whole world now, and even though Jack’s abandonment was painful, I knew I had to focus on them.
One afternoon, my sister-in-law, Beth, came to help me with the babies. She was the only person in Jack’s family who wanted to stay in touch with me, and I agreed, thinking she might be able to convince Jack to come back. That day, I saw something was bothering her.
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Beth bit her lip and looked at me with a pained expression. “Emily, I heard something… I don’t know if I should tell you, but I can’t keep it to myself.”
My heart was pounding. “Just tell me.”
She sighed, taking a deep breath. “I heard Mom talking to Aunt Carol. She… she admitted there was no psychic.”
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I froze. “What do you mean, no psychic?”
Beth’s eyes filled with sympathy. “Mom made it all up. She worried that with triplets, Jack would have less time for her. She thought… she thought that if she convinced him that girls would bring bad luck, he’d stay close to her.”
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I felt like the room was spinning. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt a surge of anger so fierce that I had to put Grace down before my trembling hands betrayed me.
“That woman,” I whispered, my voice thick with rage. “She tore my family apart for her own selfish reasons.”
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Beth placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Emily. I don’t think she realized he’d leave you like this, but… I thought you should know the truth.”
I didn’t sleep that night. Part of me wanted to confront my stepmother, make her face what she’d done. But another part of me wanted to reach out to Jack, tell him the truth, and hope he’d come back.
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The next morning, I called Jack. My hands shook as I dialed, each ring dragging on longer than the last. Finally, he answered.
“Jack, it’s me,” I said, my voice calm. “We need to talk
He sighed. “Emily, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
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“Just listen,” I insisted, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “There was no fortune teller, Jack. Your mother made it all up.”
There was a long silence. Then he spoke, his voice calm but disdainful. “Emily, I don’t believe this. My mother wouldn’t make something this serious up.”
“She did it, Jack,” I said, anger surging through me. “She confessed it to Carol. Beth heard her. She lied to you because she was afraid of losing you.”
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He scoffed, the sound sharp and hurtful. “Listen, Em, that psychic has been right before. You don’t know her like I do. My mom wouldn’t lie about something this important.”
I felt my heart sink, but I forced myself to continue. “Jack, please think. Why would I lie? This is your family, your daughters. How can you abandon them for something like this?”
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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. He was gone.
In the weeks that followed, I did my best to adjust to life as a single mother. Every day was a struggle, balancing meals, diapers, and my own grief against the life I thought I would have with Jack.
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But slowly, things began to change. Friends and family stepped in to help, bringing meals and holding the babies so I could rest. And through it all, my love for Sophie, Lily, and Grace only grew. Every smile, every little coo, or tiny hand wrapped around my finger filled me with a joy that almost erased the pain of missing Jack.
Several weeks later, there was a knock at my door. I opened it, and Jack’s mother was there. Her face was pale, her eyes full of regret.
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“Emily,” she began, her voice trembling. “I… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
I crossed my arms, struggling to keep calm. “You lied to him. You convinced him his own children were a curse.”
Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded. “I was scared, Emily. I thought… I thought he’d forget about me if he had you and the girls. I never thought he’d really leave.”
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I felt my anger soften, but only a little. “Your fear tore my family apart.”
She looked down, her face crumpled. “I know. And I’m really, really sorry.”
I watched her for a moment, but my mind was already on my daughters, asleep in the next room. “I have nothing else to say to you.”
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She left and I closed the door, feeling a strange mixture of relief and sadness.
A year later, Jack showed up at my door, looking like a ghost of the man I had loved. He begged me, saying he had finally realized his mistake and wanted to come back, be with us, and be a family again.
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But I knew it was better this way. I looked him straight in the eyes and shook my head. “I already have a family, Jack. You weren’t here when we needed you. 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 had ruined his life. He did it himself.
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