After years of dreaming and hoping, Emily’s greatest wish finally came true—she gave birth to three beautiful daughters! But just a day later, her husband Jack walked out, claiming the babies were cursed.
As I held my tiny newborns close, my heart overflowed with love for Sophie, Lily, and Grace. They were perfect little miracles I had wished for through countless nights of waiting and praying. Watching them sleep so peacefully, I whispered promises of love and protection, vowing to always be there for them.
However, when Jack returned from running errands, something felt very wrong. His face was pale, and he seemed nervous as he lingered by the door, not wanting to come near.
“Jack?” I called gently, patting the chair beside me. “Come meet our girls—they’re here. We did it!”
He mumbled something about how beautiful they were but avoided looking at me, shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my stomach tightening with worry.
Jack took a deep breath, and then, as if the words were choking him, he finally said, “Emily, I don’t think we can keep them.”
His words hit me like a thunderbolt. “What are you talking about? They’re our daughters!”
He hesitated, then finally confessed, “My mom went to a fortune teller, and she said our daughters will bring misfortune and even cause my death.”
I was stunned, my mouth opening in disbelief. “You’re going to abandon us because of what a fortune teller said? That’s absurd!”
He looked at me, guilt in his eyes, but his voice was firm. “If you want to keep them, that’s your choice, but I can’t stay.” With that, he turned and walked out, leaving me completely shattered.
Even though my heart was breaking, I knew I had to be strong for my girls. Each day was a struggle—three newborns to care for without their father—but I refused to give up. They were my everything. Their little smiles and tiny hands gripping my fingers gave me the strength to keep going.
One day, Jack’s sister, Beth, came to visit. She was the only one in his family who still connected with me, and deep down, I hoped she could convince Jack to come back. But her expression was serious, and she looked worried.
“Emily, I need to tell you something important,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I overheard Mom talking to Aunt Carol… There was no fortune teller. She made it all up!”
The world around me spun, and I could hardly believe it. “What do you mean?” I struggled to ask.
Beth continued, “She was scared Jack would choose you and the girls over her, so she thought lying would keep him close.”
Rage bubbled up inside me. This lie, built from fear and selfishness, had ripped my family apart! That night, I called Jack to tell him the truth, but he blocked me, defending his mother and refusing to believe she could lie.
Days turned into weeks, and I learned to juggle life as a single mom. Friends and family helped me, and I found joy in every little milestone my daughters reached. Their laughter and coos filled my days with happiness.
Then one day, several months later, Jack’s mother showed up at my door, looking pale and tearful. “Emily, I need to apologize,” she sobbed. “I was so afraid of losing Jack, and I never thought he’d leave you.”
I crossed my arms, struggling to keep my anger in check. “Your fear destroyed my family,” I replied coldly. “Now you have to live with that.”
A year after he left, Jack returned, looking remorseful and sad. “Emily, I’m so sorry. I’ve realized my mistake, and I want to come back,” he pleaded.
But it was too late. “You abandoned us when we needed you the most,” I said firmly. “I’ve built a strong life for my daughters without you, and we’re better for it. You made your choice, Jack. Now you must live with it.”
As I closed the door in his face, a wave of relief washed over me. My daughters and I were a family—whole and strong. Jack hadn’t cursed our lives; he had cursed his own.
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