When my ex-husband, Josh, showed up on my doorstep after disappearing for 10 years, I had no idea why he’d returned. What could he possibly want now, after abandoning me and our daughter, Chloe?
Looking at Josh, I didn’t recognize the man I’d once fallen in love with. Time had aged him, and guilt was written all over his face. At that point, I had every right to slam the door in his face, but I didn’t do it.
I didn’t do it for Chloe’s sake. I knew she needed her dad in her life.
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Being a single mom isn’t easy, but raising my daughter, Chloe, has been the most rewarding challenge of my life.
For 10 years, it’s just been the two of us. There were moments I struggled, but every time Chloe smiled or reached a milestone, I knew it was all worth it.
She’s my pride, my strength, and my reason to keep going.
But things weren’t always this way.
Years ago, I was married to Josh, a man I once thought would be my forever.
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We met through a mutual friend, and I was immediately drawn to his charm and wit. Our friendship turned into love almost effortlessly.
Back then, I noticed a few things about Josh that I chose to ignore.
For one, he was always cautious about money. I remember how he hesitated before agreeing to splurge on a nice dinner or how he’d suggest I not buy something because it seemed “too expensive,” even when it wasn’t. I brushed it off as him being practical.
In hindsight, those were red flags I should have paid attention to.
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When Josh proposed, I didn’t think twice. We were in love, and at that time, both of us were working stable jobs.
We got married in an intimate ceremony, and it was just perfect.
But a few months into our marriage, cracks began to show. Josh’s frugality became more pronounced.
He’d question every purchase, from groceries to basic household items.
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“Do we really need this?” he’d ask, even when the answer was obvious.
It wasn’t long before I found myself managing most of our expenses, which led to tension. So, one evening, I decided to address it.
“Josh,” I said gently, “why am I covering most of the bills lately? We’re supposed to be a team.”
He sighed and apologized.
“I love you, Lauren, and I promise I’ll step up. I just want to make sure we’re being responsible.”
His words reassured me, but looking back, I realize they were just that. Words.
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When I became pregnant, Josh surprised me. He seemed genuinely excited and eager to prepare for the baby’s arrival.
He bought furniture for the nursery, attended prenatal classes with me, and even treated me to a spa day. For a while, I believed this was the real Josh.
After Chloe was born, his enthusiasm continued. He doted on her, buying toys and clothes and making sure we had what we needed.
Back then, I felt super grateful. I thought we’d finally found our groove as a family.
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But as time went on, the old Josh resurfaced. He began complaining about the cost of diapers and formula, grumbling that we were spending too much on Chloe.
When I mentioned we needed a new car seat because Chloe had outgrown hers, he snapped, “Do you know how much those things cost?”
Arguments about money became a regular occurrence. He was struggling at work, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it.
Instead, he bottled everything up, growing distant and irritable.
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Then came the evening that changed everything.
I’d just returned from work when I found a note on the kitchen table.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Next to it were divorce papers, already signed. Josh had left without saying anything. No explanation. No goodbye.
I was left to pick up the pieces for myself and our two-year-old daughter, Chloe. At the time, I thought I’d never recover.
The early days after Josh left were full of tears.
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I couldn’t understand how someone could walk away from their family, especially their own child. I tried calling him, but his number was disconnected. I even reached out to his friends, but none of them had heard from him.
For a long time, I questioned everything. Was he with someone else? Or was the pressure of being a father too much for him?
But Chloe didn’t leave me much time to dwell on my pain. She needed me, and I had to be strong for her.
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I took on a second job to make ends meet, often skipping meals or wearing the same old clothes so I could provide everything she needed.
As the years passed, Chloe and I built a close bond. I was her everything. Her mom, her dad, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader.
But explaining Josh’s absence was never easy.
When Chloe was younger, I’d tell her, “Daddy had to leave because he was going through things I couldn’t understand.”
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As she got older, I explained more, though I never badmouthed him.
“It wasn’t your fault, and it wasn’t mine,” I told her. “Sometimes adults make choices they regret.”
However, when Chloe turned 12, she started asking harder questions.
“Do you think he regrets it, Mom?” she asked one evening as we sat together on the couch.
“I don’t know, sweetie,” I replied. “But I do know that his choices don’t define you or me.”
“I’m glad I have you,” she said quietly.
“And I’m glad I have you, too,” I said and smiled.
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At that point, I thought we’d moved past the pain Josh had caused. I thought we were finally at peace, unaware that the past would literally come knocking at my door.
It happened on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
Chloe was at a friend’s house, and I was finally catching up on some much-needed cleaning when the doorbell rang.
I expected it to be a package or maybe a neighbor. But when I opened the door, I froze.
It was Josh.
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He looked different.
He was thinner and older, and his once vibrant eyes looked so dull.
“Hi, Lauren,” he said in a trembling voice.
I stared at him in shock. I wanted to slam the door in his face, scream at him for what he’d done, and demand answers.
But instead, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
He exhaled deeply.
“I, uh… Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”
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Against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t ignore the possibility that Chloe deserved answers, even if I didn’t want to hear them myself.
Chloe came home about an hour later.
She walked into the living room, spotted Josh, and froze mid-step. Then, her gaze shifted to me as she searched for an explanation.
“Is that… is that Dad?” she asked.
I’d shown Chloe photos of him, and he looked way older than the image of him she had built in her mind.
“Yes,” I nodded. “That’s your father.”
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“Hi, Chloe,” Josh said as he stood up awkwardly.
For a long moment, there was silence. Then Chloe, always so composed, asked the most important question.
“Why are you here?”
Josh’s shoulders slumped, and he lowered himself into a chair.
“Because I made a mistake, Chloe,” he whispered. “I left when I shouldn’t have. And now I’m here to make things right.”
“And how do I know you won’t leave again?” Chloe asked.
Josh looked like he’d seen a ghost. He started coughing before he could answer.
“You don’t,” he finally replied. “But I’ll spend every moment I have proving to you that I won’t.”
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I knew I couldn’t trust Josh, but I decided to give him a chance for my daughter’s sake.
“You can stay for dinner,” I said finally. “But this doesn’t mean anything. We’re taking this one step at a time.”
Josh nodded gratefully, clearing his throat. “Thank you, Lauren. I, uh, I promise, I just want to reconnect with Chloe.”
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That night, I lay awake, grappling with the decision to let him back into our lives. I told myself I was doing it for Chloe, but a part of me knew I needed answers, too.
Who was this man now, and why had he really come back? He looked so different. So weak. So fragile.
A few weeks after his return, things were still tense. He visited daily and bonded with Chloe while helping her with homework. They even cooked dinner together sometimes.
I noticed she was beginning to warm up to him, though her guard was still up.
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One evening, after they had finished a school project, Chloe turned to me with a question. “Mom, do you think Dad will disappear again?”
Honestly, I didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I promise, no matter what happens, I’ll be here.”
That’s when my gaze landed on Josh who’d overheard the conversation. He looked devastated but didn’t say anything.
Later that night, I confronted him before he left.
“What are you really doing here, Josh?” I asked. “Why now, after all this time?”
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His face clouded with guilt, but he deflected.
“I just… I saw her picture in the paper when she won the Academic Excellence Award. It hit me how much I’ve missed, Lauren.”
“I don’t believe it. You’re not telling me everything,” I pressed. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
Josh didn’t answer, but his health was already raising more questions than he could dodge.
I’d noticed him cough several times ever since he’d returned to our lives, and it hadn’t gotten any better. He also had this fatigue that didn’t seem to improve.
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Whenever I asked him about it, he just said he was “exhausted from traveling,” but I wasn’t convinced.
And then came the evening his secret came to light.
Josh was helping Chloe with her homework in the living room when I heard a loud thud. I rushed in to find him collapsed on the floor.
“What happened to him, Mom?” Chloe asked, crying.
“Josh?” I shouted, trying to shake him awake. “Josh? What happened?”
He didn’t respond and was trying hard to catch his breath. I knew we needed help, so I immediately called an ambulance and rushed him to the hospital.
I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before a doctor approached me.
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“We’ve stabilized him,” he said. “But he needs to stay overnight for observation.”
My knees wobbled as I nodded.
I was led into the room where Josh lay, pale and fragile, hooked up to machines that beeped softly in the background.
When he saw me, he weakly motioned for me to come closer.
“I have to tell you something,” he whispered.
“What is it, Josh?” I asked as I sat beside him. I gripped the chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“I have cancer, Lauren. Late-stage. The doctors say I don’t have much time.”
I was unable to comprehend his words.
“Cancer?” I repeated. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
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“I didn’t want you and Chloe to think I came back because I needed something,” he said. “I didn’t want to burden you more than I already have.”
“You… you left us, Josh,” I managed to speak, staring into his eyes. “You left me to raise Chloe alone, and now you’re back because you’re dying? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”
He winced at my words but didn’t look away.
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“I know I hurt you, Lauren,” he whispered. “But back then, I thought leaving was the right thing to do. I felt like a failure. As a husband. As a father… I couldn’t provide for you the way you deserved. My anxiety convinced me that you were better off without me. After all, our arguments never seemed to end.”
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“Better off?” I snapped as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Chloe grew up wondering why her dad didn’t want her. She deserved so much better than this, Josh! We could’ve worked everything out. We could’ve found a solution.”
“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wanted to come back so many times, but I was ashamed. Every time I thought about returning, I’d convince myself it was too late. And then… this illness forced me to confront the truth. I couldn’t leave this world without making things right with Chloe.”
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I didn’t know what to say after that. We stayed silent for a few minutes as I processed my feelings. I wanted to scream at him, but I also felt like crying for him.
“What am I supposed to tell Chloe now?” I finally asked. “How am I supposed to help her through this?”
“Tell her I came back because I love her,” he cried. “Tell her I want to be here for her, for however much time I have left.”
That evening, I sat down with Chloe and gently explained what was happening.
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“So, he’s going to leave us again?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.
“No, honey. Not like before,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “This time, he’s here to stay for as long as he can.”
Chloe was hurt, confused, and angry all at once.
“Why did he have to wait until now? Why couldn’t he come back when I was little?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. But I think… I think he was scared. People don’t always make the right choices, even when they mean well.”
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My little girl was angry, but she didn’t let it control her decision. She understood her father was in a difficult position, so she agreed to forgive him.
She told me she wanted to spend what time they had left together.
In the weeks following his diagnosis, Josh made every effort to bond with Chloe. He played board games with her, cheered her on at her soccer matches, and even helped her bake cookies for a school fundraiser.
One Saturday afternoon, Chloe found Josh writing at the dining table.
“What are you doing, Dad?” she asked curiously.
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“I’m writing letters for you,” he smiled. “For all the big moments in your life. Your graduation, your wedding, or just a day when you need a reminder of how much I love you.”
“But you don’t need to leave me notes,” Chloe said as she sat beside him. “I just want you to stay.”
Those words broke my heart.
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Unfortunately, Josh passed away a few months later.
He was happy knowing he was surrounded by the two most important people in his life during the last moments of his life.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he’d said a few minutes before he left us.
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After his death, Chloe clung to the letters he left behind, often reading them aloud.
One evening, she turned to me and said, “I know he wasn’t perfect, but he loved me in the end. That’s what I’ll hold on to.”
I smiled through my tears and pulled her into a hug.
I felt incredibly proud of the compassion and resilience Chloe had inherited. Moreover, I was amazed at how she’d forgiven her father and only wanted to remember how kind and caring he was.
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As for me, I’ve also forgiven my ex-husband, and it has given me the peace to move forward in my life. I’m grateful fate gave me a chance to answer the questions that had been worrying me for ten years.
I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m relieved knowing my past will never haunt me again.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Mom Sets Up Baby Monitor in Son’s Room and Is Alarmed by Movement She Spots
“How will I manage everything like this? I wish you were here, John! I miss you!” the woman thought as she proceeded to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.
Almost a year ago…
When doctors told Alicia Silvers and her husband John that they wouldn’t have children, they decided to travel around the world. Shows at the Sydney Opera House, tranquil beaches in Honolulu, tables and buffets in Las Vegas, and majestic fjords in Bergen.
They were going to schedule a trip to the Bahamas when Alicia discovered that she was pregnant. She and John were overjoyed and returned to their hometown Fayetteville, North Carolina, to celebrate the moment with close friends and neighbors.
Alicia and John were both orphans, and they were raised in foster care. Alicia was a stay-at-home wife, while John worked as the managing director of a firm that made parts for household electronics.
They had all they could have wanted in a happy marriage. They had a wonderful home in a lovely area, they enjoyed each other’s company, and now they had the delight of becoming parents. But sadly, this happiness didn’t last long, as Alicia’s world came crumbling down one fateful evening.
“Hello? Am I talking to Alicia Silvers?”
“Yes? How may I help?”
“This is Officer Duncan, ma’am. I’m sorry to inform you that your husband was killed in a terrible car accident on Farm Road Highway. We got your contact number from his phone. We’d appreciate it if you could come and confirm the body as soon as possible.”
Alicia couldn’t believe what she was hearing! That morning John had left telling her he was going out of town for a business meeting. She didn’t want him to leave and had told him she didn’t feel right about it. But he’d convinced her that she was overreacting and that everything would be fine.
Alicia was 7 months along with her pregnancy at the time. When John insisted on leaving for his meeting, she relented and kissed him goodbye. He’d promised to return soon, but when she heard the terrible news, she couldn’t bear the shock and went into labor.
Thankfully, she quickly dialed her next-door neighbor, Mrs. Hall, who rushed to her house and called 911. Alicia was immediately rushed to the hospital, where she gave birth to a baby boy. However, due to his premature birth, he was admitted to the NICU for some time.
When Alicia and the baby were discharged from the hospital, she took over John’s business and began working to support her son. Understanding the company dynamics didn’t take her long because she had an MBA. Problems arose because Edduin was very small and constantly demanded his mother’s attention.
John’s secretary, Madison, was extremely helpful to her and understood her situation, so she suggested that Alicia work from home and assisted her in setting up her workspace so that Alicia could care for her baby.
Yes, Alicia could have hired a nanny to look after the boy, but she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to look after her baby on her own, so she started working from home. In that way, somehow, Alicia managed to look after her son and work simultaneously.
Almost a year passed like that. Little did Alicia know she’d soon have another trouble knocking at her door.
The present-day…
As Alicia made a cup of coffee and proceeded to the living room, she arranged all her files and decided to take a final look at the reports for the day. It was around 1 a.m. It took her half an hour to wrap up the work, and the woman retired on the couch due to tiredness.
Suddenly, she awoke at 8 o’clock in the morning due to Edduin’s crying sound. She jumped to her feet and dashed over to him, where she discovered him with tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall.
“What happened, honey? Are you hungry?” she asked as she started rocking him. This was the second time in a week that Alicia had noticed Edduin was restless and crying uncontrollably during his sleep.
She looked inside his crib to see if there was anything that was poking him, but she couldn’t find anything. Finally, she concluded that he might be fine after a while and decided to wait and see if the crying continued.
Thankfully, Edduin’s abrupt crying stopped after a week or so, much to her relief, but he appeared to be very tired every day. He kept yawning and touching his face whenever she held him in her arms or tried to play with him, and the toys he’d previously adored seemed uninteresting to him.
Worried, she contacted a doctor about it, but even that didn’t seem really fruitful.
“I’m worried because he seems really calm most of the time, doctor, but he also looks tired in the mornings. Why is that so?” asked Alicia, worried.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Silvers. Babies seem to have a phase,” the doctor advised her. “Perhaps Edduin is going through the same.”
“But how long will it take for him to be fine? I’m really worried about him.”
“Don’t worry much, Mrs. Silvers. There is no such time frame, but everything will be fine. It varies from one baby to another.”
Thinking it was one of those phases, Alicia hoped Edduin would be fine soon. But even after a week, there was no relief, and Edduin just looked more tired with each passing day.
One afternoon, Alicia decided to check on him after putting him to sleep and heard a strange noise coming from his room. It seemed as if Edduin was giggling and there was someone in his room. At first, she thought it was just her suspicion because she burst open the door but didn’t find anyone inside.
Edduin was staring at her from his crib, and the room was strangely quiet. She looked in the bathroom, inside the cupboard, and under the bed, but no one was in the room.
Alicia returned to the living room, thinking it was work-related stress, but the activity continued the next day and the next. Every day, Edduin would jolt awake from his sound sleep, giggling or simply staring around the room.
Thinking something was off, Alicia installed a Wi-Fi baby monitor inside to keep a watch on Edduin and sat in the living room, watching the live feed.
She fixed her gaze on the screen, watching it intently, and everything appeared to be fine for the first few minutes. However, after about 10 minutes, she noticed a sudden movement in the room and Edduin’s lip tilting in a smile.
Fearing that someone had crept into Edduin’s room, Alicia dashed to his room and slammed the door open. Her hands trembled, and she shivered in terror as she realized her baby wasn’t alone in the room.
However, Alicia heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the visitor was no one but a cute little dog circling Edduin’s crib. He appeared dirty and weak, and he made a low sound that was difficult to hear.
When Alicia opened Edduin’s door, the little dog hid behind Edduin’s crib. Edduin began to giggle, and that’s when Alica understood what had happened.
It turns out that Alicia and John had a pet dog named Doblo, and they’d forgotten to close the dog door in the back of the room after he died. That room used to be Doblo’s game room, but it was converted into a nursery for Edduin after he died.
Since a lot had happened after John had left for his heavenly abode and Edduin was born, Alicia completely forgot to close the dog door. And that’s how the little dog got into the room, playing with Edduin all the time and refusing to let him sleep.
Alicia felt terrible for the poor animal after seeing it in that state and decided to adopt it. Casper, as she named him, is now Edduin’s best friend. A huge thanks to little Casper, now Edduin doesn’t cry as much, sleeps well because Alicia makes sure the two don’t spend all of their time together, and is a much happier baby.
What can we learn from this story?
Becoming a parent is not an easy task. Alicia managing her work and looking after her baby simultaneously is an excellent example of how parents go above and beyond for their children.
Learn to be kind to animals. Alicia adopted the dog after seeing he was in a terrible state.
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