I Went to Pick Up My Wife and Newborn Twins from the Hospital — I Found Only the Babies and a Note

As I drove to the hospital, I couldn’t stop smiling. Today was the day—I was finally bringing my girls home!

When I arrived, my daughters were sleeping peacefully in their bassinets. But Suzie was gone. At first, I thought she might have stepped out for some fresh air. Then I saw the note. My hands trembled as I tore it open.

“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

Before I could fully process the words, a nurse walked in, clipboard in hand.

“Good morning, sir. Here’s the discharge—”

“Where’s my wife?” I interrupted, my voice sharp.

The nurse hesitated, biting her lip. “She checked out this morning. She said you knew.”

“She—” My throat tightened as I waved the note at her. “Where did she go? Did she say anything? Was she upset?”

The nurse frowned. “She seemed fine. Just… quiet. Are you saying you didn’t know?”

I left the hospital in a daze, cradling my daughters, the note crumpled in my fist. Suzie was gone. My wife, my partner, the woman I thought I knew—vanished without warning. All I had left were two tiny girls, my shattered plans, and that ominous message.

When I pulled into the driveway, my mom, Mandy, was waiting on the porch, holding a casserole dish. Her face creased with confusion. “Ben? What’s wrong?”

Without a word, I thrust the note toward her. “This. This is what’s wrong! What did you do to Suzie?”

Mom’s eyes widened. “Ben, I don’t know what this is about. She’s… she’s always been emotional. Maybe she—”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“You’ve never liked her,” I shot back. “You always found ways to undermine her, criticize her—”

“I only ever tried to help!” Mom’s voice cracked, tears spilling over her cheeks.

That night, I lay awake, replaying every family gathering in my mind. The sharp little comments Mom used to make. The way Suzie would laugh them off—except now I realized, too late, how deeply they must have cut.

Then I found it. A letter, written in my mother’s handwriting.

“Suzie, you’ll never be good enough for my son. You’ve trapped him with this pregnancy, but don’t think for a second you can fool me. If you care about them, you’ll leave before you ruin their lives.”

It was almost midnight, but I didn’t care. I stormed to the guest room and pounded on the door until Mom opened it.

“How could you?”

Her face paled as she read the letter.

“Ben, listen to me—”

“No!”