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My Wife Abandoned Me with Our Blind Newborn Twins – 18 Years Later, She Returned with One Strict Demand
Emma stood up slowly, her hand finding the envelope of cash. She picked it up, feeling its weight. “This is a lot of money,” she said softly.
Emma stood up slowly,
her hand finding the
envelope of cash.
“Let me finish, Dad.” She turned toward where Lauren was standing. “This is a lot of money. Probably more than we’ve ever had at once.”
Lauren’s smile grew smug.
“But you know what’s funny?” Emma continued, her voice gaining strength. “We’ve never needed it. We’ve had everything that actually matters.”
Clara stood too, moving to stand beside her sister. “We’ve had a father who stayed. Who taught us. Who loved us when we were hard to love.”
“Who made sure we never felt broken,” Emma added.
“This is a lot of money.
Probably more than
we’ve ever had at once.”
“We don’t want your money,” Clara said firmly. “We don’t want your gowns. And we don’t want YOU.”
Emma lifted the envelope high, then tore it open and threw the bills into the air. Money fluttered out, cascading down like confetti. The bills drifted and scattered across the floor on Lauren’s expensive shoes.
“You can keep it,” Emma declared. “We’re not for sale.”
Lauren’s face twisted with rage. “You ungrateful… Do you have any idea what I’m offering you? Do you know who I am now? I’m famous! I’ve worked for 18 years to build a career, to make something of myself!”
“And now you want to use them to look like a devoted mother,” Clara finished, her voice cutting. “We’re not your props.”
“We’re not for sale.”
Lauren’s composure shattered completely.
“You think you’re so noble?” she screamed, rounding on me. “You kept them in poverty! You made them into little seamstresses instead of giving them real opportunities! I came back to save them from you!”
“No,” I retorted. “You came back because your career is stalling and you need a redemption story. Blind daughters you supposedly sacrificed for? That’s gold for your image.”
Lauren’s face went white, then red.
“I wanted the world to see I’m a good mother!” she shouted. “That I’ve been working hard for them all these years! That I stayed away because I was building something better!”
“I wanted the world to see
I’m a good mother!”
“You stayed away because you’re selfish,” Emma chimed in. “That’s the truth, and we all know it.”
Clara walked to the door and opened it. “Please leave.”
Lauren stood there, breathing hard, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. She looked at the money scattered on the floor, at the daughters who’d rejected her, at me standing behind them.
“You’ll regret this,” she hissed.
“No,” I said. “You will.”
She bent down, scrambling to gather the bills with shaking hands, stuffing them back into the envelope. Then she grabbed her garment bags and stormed out.
“You stayed away because
you’re selfish.”
The door closed behind her with a satisfying click.
The story hit social media within hours.
