The rain poured down relentlessly as Angie huddled at the bus stop, holding her newborn twins close.
Her arms ached, but she didn’t loosen her grip. “God, please… help us get through tonight.
Please shelter us,” she whispered, wiping the cold raindrops—mixed with tears—from her babies’ cheeks. She had no family left to turn to.
Her parents had passed away years ago, and now, she was alone with two infants and nowhere to go.
A sudden rustling behind her startled her into alertness. Terrified but determined to protect her daughters, Angie braced herself—only to realize it was just a stray dog.
She sighed in relief, but her heart was heavy with disbelief. Just days earlier, she never would’ve imagined life could change so drastically.
The man she loved and trusted—her husband, Jake—had thrown her and their newborns out with no regard.
“If only Mom were here,” Angie sobbed quietly. “You warned me not to rush into marrying Jake. I should’ve listened.”
Jake had once seemed like the perfect man.
They met after college and quickly fell into what felt like a fairy-tale romance. After dating for a year, they married and began building their lives together.
But their love story unraveled the moment Angie told Jake she was pregnant, four years into their marriage.
His response was far from joyful. “Angie, I just launched my business. We’ve been postponing kids for years—I’m not ready to be a dad,” he said with a frown.
Despite his hesitation, Angie had been excited.
But Jake’s indifference soon turned to dread when the doctor confirmed she was carrying twins.
He joked darkly before the ultrasound, “One baby’s fine… just don’t come out of there saying it’s twins.”
When she did, his smile vanished. “Babies?” he asked, his voice tight with frustration.
He stormed off, and from that day on, things got worse. Jake grew distant, burying himself in work and ignoring Angie’s growing needs.
He didn’t attend doctor visits. He rarely checked in.
And when the twins were born—two beautiful baby girls—he didn’t even come to the hospital. He sent his maid and driver to pick Angie up days later.
Back at home, Angie was blindsided by his ultimatum.
“We keep one baby. The other goes for adoption. If you don’t agree, you can leave with both,” Jake told her flatly.
She was stunned. “Are you hearing yourself?” she asked, tears spilling. “They’re our daughters. How could you ask me to give one away?”
Jake was unmoved. “My business is finally making money. I don’t want to waste it raising two kids. Choose, Angie—stay here with one or leave with both.”
Her choice was obvious.
With nothing but her suitcase and her babies, Angie walked out into the night, heartbroken and abandoned.
Jake, blinded by greed and ambition, had turned his back on his family.
Snapping back to the present, Angie looked down at her twins, still sleeping in her arms at the cold, wet bus stop. “Where do we go from here?” she whispered.
Suddenly, headlights illuminated the curb.
A car stopped, and the window rolled down to reveal a kind-looking elderly woman dressed in a nun’s habit.
“Dear, are you alright? It’s cold and raining. Come with me,” she said gently.
Angie hesitated but sensed compassion in the woman’s voice.
She wrapped her babies tighter in her jacket and climbed into the car.
The nun smiled warmly. “Your daughters are beautiful. Do you have somewhere to go?”
“No,” Angie replied quietly. “We were turned away by someone we loved.”
The nun took them to her convent, where Angie and the twins found shelter and peace.
She began teaching at the church’s school and picked up extra hours working at a nearby restaurant. Within two years, she had saved enough to open a modest café.
Life began to look up. Her daughters, Sophie and Marley, thrived in the convent’s warmth. Angie never regretted leaving Jake.
Though she never filed for divorce, deep down, she had hoped he’d one day come to his senses.
Over five years, Angie worked hard, eventually opening two more cafés.
She bought a small home and provided a comfortable life for her girls.
Meanwhile, Jake’s business took a downturn.
Investments failed, debts piled up, and friends he once relied on for support turned him away.
Desperate, he thought of Angie—the woman he had cast out. She was successful now. Maybe she’d help him.
One evening, Angie answered a knock at the door—and froze. There was Jake, standing on her porch, drenched and looking worn.
“Angie,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I lost everything—my business, my reputation. And now I see what a terrible mistake I made. Please… help me.”
Shocked, Angie stepped aside and let him in. Jake noticed a photo of Angie with their daughters on the wall. His eyes filled with tears.
“I’ve been a fool. I abandoned the people who mattered most. Can you ever forgive me?”
Though she was stunned to see him after all these years, Angie listened quietly. Jake had clearly fallen far. Despite everything, she still had a place in her heart for him.
She handed him a check—the exact amount he needed. Jake was overwhelmed.
“But… why would you do this for me? After what I did?”
Angie smiled gently. “Because I learned that night what greed can destroy. And today, I’ve learned what forgiveness can restore. Holding onto resentment only hurts us. We all make mistakes, Jake—but we also have the chance to make things right.”
Jake promised to rebuild not just his business, but also his relationship with Angie and their daughters. He vowed to become the father he should have been and to start over, together, this time.
