After years of yearning, Emily’s dream came true—she gave birth to three beautiful daughters. Yet, just a day later, her husband walked out on them, claiming the babies were cursed.
As I cradled my newborns, my heart swelled with love for Sophie, Lily, and Grace. They were perfect, tiny miracles I had longed for through years of hope and prayer. Watching their peaceful faces as they slept, I whispered promises of love and protection, vowing never to leave their side.
But when Jack returned from running errands, something felt off. His face was pale, his movements hesitant. He lingered by the door, unwilling to come near.
“Jack?” I asked gently, patting the chair beside me. “Come meet our girls—they’re here. We did it.”
He mumbled something about their beauty but avoided eye contact, shifting uneasily.
“What’s wrong?” I pressed, fear creeping into my voice.