After years of heartbreak and hope, Emily’s dream finally came true: three beautiful, healthy daughters—Sophie, Lily, and Grace—born together, perfect in every way. As they slept peacefully in their bassinets, Emily wept tears of joy. The road to motherhood had been long and painful, but this moment made every struggle worth it.
When her husband, Jack, returned from running an errand, Emily expected shared happiness. Instead, he stood in the doorway like a stranger—silent, distant, his face unreadable.
“Jack?” she said gently, patting the chair beside her. “Come sit. Look at them… we did it.”
But Jack wouldn’t move. “They’re beautiful,” he murmured, still not meeting her eyes.
Something was wrong.
Emily’s heart pounded. “Jack, what is it? You’re scaring me.”
And then he said it: “Emily… I don’t think we can keep them.”
She froze. “What do you mean? They’re our daughters!”
He hesitated, then whispered, “My mother saw a fortune teller. She said the girls would bring misfortune… that they’d kill me.”
Emily was stunned. “You’re leaving your family over a fortune teller’s warning?”
Jack looked haunted. “She’s never been wrong before.”
Fury and disbelief surged through Emily. “If you walk away now, don’t expect to walk back into their lives later.”
He didn’t answer. He turned and left.
Alone, heartbroken, and holding three newborns, Emily made a quiet promise: I’m here. I’ll always be here.
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