Elodie’s life had turned upside down six weeks ago when her son, Leo, was born. The exhaustion was like nothing she had ever known. It clung to her bones, turning her days into a blur of diaper changes, late-night feedings, and cold cups of coffee. Yet, amidst the chaos, her heart was full of love for her tiny baby. But something was off. Her husband, Owen, who had always been her rock, her partner in everything, was acting strange. He was distant, disappearing at odd hours, and asking for time

Britney’s heart pounded as she sat up in bed, her breath shaky and uneven. Something felt wrong. An eerie silence hung in the air, and then she noticed it—the baby monitor wasn’t making a sound. Nathan, her baby boy, was usually a restless sleeper, making little noises throughout the night. But now? Nothing. Fear took over as she rushed to his crib. Her hands trembled as she reached for the light switch, flicking it on. Her stomach twisted in horror. The crib was empty. Only his tiny onesie lay crumpled

I always thought housework was easy—something women just complained about. But when my wife left me alone for a day to handle everything myself, I quickly realized I was the problem. I came home from work, dropped my keys on the table, and collapsed onto the couch. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to relax. The smell of something cooking drifted in from the kitchen, warm and inviting. Lucy was at the stove, stirring a pot. Danny stood on a chair beside her, his little