When I opened my eyes in the middle of Christmas night, an eerie quiet filled the house. I peeked into Mya’s room, expecting to see her sound asleep, but her bed was empty. And then I noticed my car keys were missing.
I’ve always thought I had the perfect little family. You know, the kind you see in those Hallmark Christmas movies.
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My husband Hayden still leaves me silly love notes in my coffee mug after 12 years together. And our daughter Mya’s curiosity and kindness make my heart swell every single day.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened this Christmas Eve.
Every year since Mya was born, I’ve tried to make Christmas extra special for her. When she was five, I transformed our living room into a winter wonderland, complete with fake snow and tiny twinkling lights.
Her eyes lit up brighter than our Christmas tree.
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Last year, I organized a neighborhood carol singing event where Mya got to lead “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” It’s her favorite song.
She was so happy after the event and gave me the biggest hug.
“Mommy,” she said, looking into my eyes. “This is the best Christmas ever! Thank you for everything you did!”
“I love you, my baby,” I said, hugging her back.
I wish I could make my little girl understand that she’s the center of my world and that I’d do everything to make her feel special.
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Mya’s super intelligent, but what really gets me is her endless questions about Christmas.
Just last week, as we were decorating our tree, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
“Mom, how do Santa’s reindeer fly for so long without getting tired?” she asked, carefully hanging a sparkly ornament.
“Well, sweetie, they’re magical reindeer,” I explained, helping her reach a higher branch. “They’re specially trained for their big night.”
“But don’t they need rest? Even magical reindeer must get sleepy,” she persisted, her forehead wrinkled in concern.
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“I suppose they might get a little tired,” I said, adjusting a crooked candy cane. “But Santa takes good care of them.”
“Does he give them special food?” Mya asked, pausing with another ornament in her hand. “Like super-power snacks or something?”
I smiled at her imagination. “I’m sure he feeds them well. What would you give them if you could?”
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“Hmm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe sandwiches? I mean, carrots are good, but they need more energy to fly around the entire world. And they should have choices too, just like how daddy likes turkey sandwiches but you like chicken.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you to consider what each reindeer might like,” I said. “Now, should we put the star on top?”
“Yes!” she squealed, instantly distracted by the prospect of her favorite tree-decorating tradition.
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Just a few days ago, we went Christmas shopping at the mall. Mya was absolutely mesmerized by all the decorations. I watched as her neck craned back to take in all the twinkling lights and garlands.
“Mom! Mom! Can we take a picture with Santa?” she bounced excitedly, pointing at the elaborate Santa’s workshop display.
“Of course, baby,” I laughed as I pulled out my phone.
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“Santa, do your reindeer like carrots?” she asked the mall Santa after taking their photo. “Because I was thinking maybe you should feed them sandwiches for more energy. My mom makes yummy chicken sandwiches!”
I smiled at her thoughtfulness, not knowing how significant that question would become.
This year, I’d planned something really special. I thought Mya would love to see the Nutcracker ballet, so I bought three tickets for us.
I’d wrapped them in gold paper and tucked them safely under the tree. I couldn’t wait to see the bright smile on her face when she opened them on Christmas morning.
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Christmas Eve started perfectly.
Our neighborhood looked like a greeting card, with every house outlined in twinkling lights. Ours was especially festive, with icicle lights dripping from the gutters and our giant inflatable snowman waving to passersby.
“Why do we put up so many lights, Mom?” Mya asked as we stood in our driveway admiring our handiwork.
“Well, honey,” I began, “it’s to help guide Santa to all the houses. Plus, doesn’t it make everything feel magical?”
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“It’s like the stars came down to live in our neighborhood!” she giggled, twirling in her red Christmas dress.
Dinner was perfect too. We had honey-glazed ham, creamy mashed potatoes, and Hayden’s famous green bean casserole.
Mya could barely sit still, picking at her food with excited energy.
“Can we please open just one present tonight?” she begged, giving us her best puppy dog eyes.
“You know the rules, sweetie,” Hayden said with a smile. “All presents wait until Christmas morning.”
“But I don’t feel sleepy! I want to open the gifts!” she protested, though her yawn gave her away.
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“The sooner you go to bed, the sooner morning will come,” I reminded her, using the same line my mother used on me.
We tucked her in around eight after she’d brushed her teeth and put on her favorite Rudolph pajamas. She hugged me extra tight.
“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”
I had no idea then how right she would be, just not in the way I expected.
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I went to bed shortly after she slept, but suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 2 a.m.
Why does my mouth feel so dry? I thought. I guess I didn’t drink enough water today.
Feeling thirsty, I rose from my bed and started walking toward the kitchen. On my way, I noticed Mya’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.
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This was unusual because I had closed it shut, and she never woke up in the middle of the night. As I reached for the doorknob to close the door, my gaze landed on Mya’s bed. It was empty.
My heart started racing.
“Mya?” I called out as I walked toward her bathroom. “Mya, are you in there?”
But the bathroom lights were off. I still opened and checked inside but my daughter wasn’t there.
I rushed from one room to the other, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
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I quickly headed back to our bedroom as my heart pounded inside my chest.
“Hayden!” I shouted. “Hayden, wake up! Mya’s gone! She’s not in her bed.”
“What?” he woke up, rubbing his eyes. “Have you checked everywhere? I’m sure she must be around here somewhere.”
“She’s not here, Hayden,” I said as tears trickled down my cheeks. “I’ve checked every room!”
He quickly left the bed and searched for her around the house.
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As we were looking for her, I reached the front door and realized my car keys were missing from their usual spot. I was about to call the cops at that point when Hayden found something.
“Honey, look!” he called out. “There’s a note under the tree.”
I walked over, and tears filled my eyes as I started reading Mya’s carefully written letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I know you and your reindeer have a very hard time on Christmas night. It must be so difficult to visit every child in the world and bring them a gift. I think your reindeer must be very tired, so I thought I’d help.
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When you come to my house with the games I asked for, please go to the abandoned house across the street so your reindeer can rest there. I brought them warm clothes and blankets so they could take a nap.
I also brought some sandwiches for them. Mom made these for me and kept them in the fridge. I’ve also made some vegetable sandwiches in case your reindeer don’t like the chicken ones.
You’ll also find Mom’s car keys there. You can use the car in case the reindeer feel tired and you still have to deliver more gifts.
Just return the keys before dawn, please!
Tears streamed down my face as I read the note. I also felt relieved knowing my car keys were with her.
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Without a word to Hayden, I grabbed my coat and hurried across the street to the abandoned house. There, hidden behind some bushes, was my little girl, wrapped in her winter coat and clutching a bag of sandwiches.
I knelt beside her, my voice soft. “Mya, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for Santa, Mom!” she said. “I wanted his reindeer to rest before they went to other houses.”
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I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with pride and love. I hugged her tightly and whispered, “Let’s go home, my little helper.”
I quietly helped her gather her things and brought her home, pretending I’d never seen her note. Some Christmas magic deserves to stay magical, doesn’t it?
The next morning, we gathered around the tree as usual. Mya’s eyes grew wide when she spotted a new note propped against her gift.
“Look!” she squealed, carefully unfolding it.
Hayden and I exchanged a knowing look. We were glad she found the note we had placed for her.
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It read, Hello, Mya! Thank you for your thoughtful note. My reindeer are indeed grateful for the blankets and sandwiches, especially Vixen. I returned your mom’s car just like you asked. You’re a wonderful girl and you’ve made this Christmas magical. – Santa
Mya’s face glowed with joy as she hugged the note to her chest.
“Mom! Dad! Santa used the blankets! And Vixen ate my sandwiches!”
I pulled her into my arms, breathing in her sweet, little-girl scent.
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Sometimes the best Christmas gifts aren’t those wrapped in pretty paper. They’re the moments that remind us of the pure and innocent love in our children’s hearts.
That Christmas morning, as I watched Mya excitedly open her Nutcracker tickets, I realized that while I’d always tried to make Christmas magical for her, she’d managed to make it even more magical for us.
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I Found out My Wife Was Leading a Double Life after I Saw Her Payment Statement – Story of the Day
I thought my marriage was solid until a glance at my wife’s payment statement revealed a strange pattern: expenses on baby items, pediatricians, and kindergarten, none of which made sense since we didn’t have kids. Confused and concerned, I followed her, only to uncover she was leading a double life.
As a 33-year-old lawyer, my specialty was infidelity and how to get the aggrieved person the best deal. But my knack for it changed my life.
One day, I was driving home through the bustling city as the sun set. My career had taught me the value of trust in marriage, a principle I cherished, especially now, being newly married to Natalie, the woman I deeply loved.
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That evening, as I pulled into my driveway, the absence of Natalie’s car made me frown. She was usually home by this time, her punctuality being one of her defining traits. But things had changed recently as she was home much later than me these days.
The quiet house amplified my unease. The silence inside was unsettling, and due to my line of work, doubts raced through my mind. A particularly unwelcome yet persistent thought emerged: “Could Natalie be cheating on me?”
Fortunately, hours later, Natalie returned, looking exhausted, but I couldn’t contain my words. “Where have you been? You’ve been late a lot. Is there something you’re not telling me?” And finally, I asked if she was being unfaithful.
Her reaction was one of shock. “Hank, I love you. I could never cheat on you. I’ve just been busy grading tests at school,” she assured me, sighing. That made sense. Natalie was a dedicated teacher, so I nodded and tried to let it go.
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But while sharing dinner and stories of our day, a message on Natalie’s phone shattered any semblance of peace. “Honey, will you be there tomorrow?” I glanced at it and was surprised by the intimacy.
She quickly deleted the message and tried to keep talking about her day.
I interrupted her without a second thought. “What was that?” I asked, my voice heavy with suspicion.
“What do you mean?” she looked puzzled or was faking her expression.
“The message. I saw what it said,” I pressed, frowning.
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Natalie sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Hank, it’s not what you think,” she tried to reassure me and showed me her phone to prove it was a wrong number.
But skepticism clouded my judgment, and my appetite vanished.
Later, in bed, the message replayed in my mind, not allowing me to sleep. Natalie lay beside me, seemingly peaceful, as she gently snored. My doubts grew, and I knew what I had to do. It was wrong, but I needed to know the truth.
Carefully, I used her finger to unlock her phone and found a contact named “Rabbit,” including conversations with an unknown number about getting together and happened on days Natalie had come home late.
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I also decided to check her bank statements. That was always a major clue in my cases. My heart sank as I pieced together the evidence of her secret life, including payments for children’s toys and hospital bills. Did she have a child I didn’t know about? Did she call the kid ‘Rabbit’?
More importantly, who was the father?
Natalie woke briefly, so I scrambled to put her phone discreetly away and pretended I was falling asleep. But inside, I was distraught. The idea of her leading a double life was overwhelming.
The next morning, I woke determined to follow Natalie to her work. I reached the school and parked discreetly, watching the entrance until Natalie suddenly appeared and drove off.
I followed, my heart pounding with each turn, until she stopped at a run-down house in a modest neighborhood. I waited a few minutes before exiting my car and peering through a window.
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I saw Natalie with a man, and the atmosphere between them was cozy. They were familiar with each other in an intimate way. I was sure of it, but my jaw dropped as I watched her lean forward and kiss the man on the cheek.
I wanted to investigate more and decided to hide in some bushes near the fence. That was when I saw Natalie emerging from the house, rolling a little girl in a wheelchair. They both smiled at each other, and I stared, mouth-agapped at them.
I was so mesmerized that I didn’t see a dog coming near me until its bark made me jump. It alerted Natalie, who looked around the yard, her eyes panicked. I tried to calm the dog. Then, I heard her.
“Who’s there? I’m calling the police!” Natalie yelled out, not recognizing me in the chaos. I ran off with the dog biting at my ankles and scrambled over the fence, ripping my pants in the process. I could only hope my wife didn’t recognize me.
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Back in my car, the image of Natalie with the little girl in the wheelchair haunted me. I drove home, my mind swirling with fear, doubt, and dread about confronting my wife.
Once home, I changed my torn clothes and waited on the bed. Finally, hearing her car, I steeled myself and went to the living room. Natalie entered the house, apologizing for being late due to work.
I watched her, noticing her disheveled appearance, and cut to the chase, “Natalie, stop. I know everything.”
Frowning, she asked, “What do you mean?”
“I know you’re cheating on me,” I accused bluntly.
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She was taken aback, denying it and attributing her late nights to work. I pressed about the suspicious messages.
“Hank. You went into my phone?” she asked, appalled.
“Yes! Yes! I went into your phone. I’m the bad guy, right? It’s me spending money on another family,” I retorted, my words dripping with sarcasm and hurt.
Natalie was visibly shaken. “What are you talking about? What other family?”
“I saw everything, Natalie. I saw it with my own eyes. You don’t work late at school, but go to some man and girl,” I continued.
“You followed me?”
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“Yes,” I confessed, unashamed.
“I can’t believe this,” Natalie threw her arms in the air and stomped to our bedroom. I waited a few seconds and followed, only to see her packing.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. A hotel or something,” she said, stuffing her bag roughly.
“Fine,” I snapped and turned to leave, but I saw her phone lying on the bed and grabbed it. Back in the living room, I installed a tracking app, just in case. Then, I went back to the bedroom, returning the phone to where she left it.
But I saw her face and the pain I had inflicted. I didn’t want to be angry anymore and started pleading with her to stay. “Let’s talk,” I said. “We can fix this. You don’t have to leave.”
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“Yes, I do,” Natalie snapped, zipping her back. “And for your information, the man and child you saw are my brother and niece.”
I felt my eyebrows go up. “Why have I never met them before?!” I demanded. But she didn’t answer and went around me, ignoring me as I followed.
She slammed the front door, and I stayed back, reeling. In a fit of rage, I swept off the items on our mantel and screamed my frustrations out. Breathing heavily, I realized I needed to know more, so I searched our bedroom.
Shockingly, I discovered a hidden compartment in her wardrobe containing a gun, several fake passports, a bag of money, and a newspaper clipping about a bank robbery.
“What?” I breathed out. “Who did I marry?”
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I was in a daze. Wrapping the items in a bag, I placed them in my car’s trunk and drove to the hotel nearby, where Natalie must have been staying. Fortunately, I was right and discreetly bribed the receptionist to get Natalie’s room number.
I knocked outside her door, disguising my voice as room service. She opened the door and crossed her arms. “What else do you want to talk about, Hank? I already said I am not cheating on you,” she sighed.
“I believe you didn’t cheat on me,” I interrupted. I then presented the bag, asking her to explain the gun, fake documents, and money.
Natalie sighed, inviting me inside and admitting her involvement with bad people and a bank robbery to pay for her niece’s urgent surgery. I listened in shock, rubbing my chin as I processed.
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“You robbed a bank?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she admitted quietly. “There was no other way. My ‘Rabbit’…I mean, my niece, Katie, was dying. My brother, Tom, didn’t have the money. I had to do something. This was before you and I even met.”
“We have to tell the police, Nat. But my friend, Luke, is the best criminal defense attorney in the state,” I began, my lawyer mind planning. “You can’t live this double life, waiting for the sword to drop. Come home with me, and we’ll think of a solution.”
Natalie stared into my eyes, and I saw all the fear she must have felt for years since her bank robbery. But I held her hand. I’d be there for her through it all. Finally, she nodded, and we drove home.
At home, Natalie made tea, and we sat at the kitchen table to drink it. I talked about contacting Luke, who could help her get a good deal, but my eyes got droopy all of a sudden. I remembered Natalie guiding me to my bed but nothing else.
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I woke up disoriented the next morning. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my head. A strange redness in the sheets caught my attention, and when my vision focused, I saw a knife covered in blood on the other side of the bed.
I remembered the tea, and it all clicked. Did she want to frame me? To pretend she was dead?
“Natalie!” I screamed, standing and swaying on my feet. I noticed a trail of blood leading out of the bedroom, and I gasped at the state of my place. The house was in disarray. Furniture was overturned, and the living room was a scene of destruction, worse than what I had done last night.
I kept calling for my wife. I tried to wipe some of the blood with my hand, but it only made it worse. Finally, I saw movement outside, and I peered through the blinds. Two policemen were talking to my neighbor, and I heard him mention screaming coming from our house.
I looked sideways, and my car looked like it had been driven through rough terrain, but I had no memory of leaving the house. The two cops came over and started knocking, but I scrambled to the bedroom, dressed, grabbed Natalie’s pistol, and jumped out of the window.
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They saw and ran after me, but I knew the neighborhood better. I kept thinking I needed to find Natalie and understand the truth. But I couldn’t do that if I was caught. The scene at the house was too crazy. Natalie had done an excellent job trying to appear like I had hurt her.
I hid somewhere and saw the two cops running off in the opposite direction. I waited, feeling worse by the second. After a while, I cautiously emerged from my hiding spot, using the tracking app on my phone to find my wife while my fingers trembled.
The app led me to an empty road, where I found Natalie’s phone discarded in the tall grass, a clear sign that all this had been on purpose. Frustrated but not deterred, I decided to visit Natalie’s brother’s house.
Taking a taxi, I arrived at his place and knocked relentlessly. When Tom opened it, I didn’t waste time on pleasantries. I pulled out the gun, aiming it at his face, and, with a steady hand, I walked in as he retreated with his hands in the air.
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Once in, I demanded he call Natalie immediately. When the call connected, I didn’t mince words.
“Hi, Natalie. You sound very much alive for someone who’s supposed to be dead. Contrary to your plans, I haven’t been detained. But Tom here isn’t doing so well. I have a gun pointed at him, and if you don’t come here within the next 6 hours, I will kill both Tom and Katie.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” she gasped.
I scoffed angrily. “Want to test me? I don’t think so.”
“Hank, please,” Natalie begged.
I cut her off. “You have 6 hours.”
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***
I waited, the gun never leaving my hand as Tom and his daughter sat on the opposite couch. I knew I was supposed to feel bad, but I was beyond caring at that point.
The front door burst open, and my wife walked in. She froze after seeing her pistol and her brother and niece scared. “Hank, I beg you. Let them go,” Natalie begged.
“Why did you do this, Nat? Why did you fake your death?” I stood in a flash, spitting my questions.
“I don’t want to go to prison. You wanted to turn me in. I couldn’t take that risk.”
“I love you, Natalie. We could have faced everything together,” I spat.
“But in prison, I would have been alone,” she said, looking away.
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My lips were shaking as I tried to come up with a solution that wouldn’t destroy our lives, but the police startled us, coming into the house with their arms out. They went right at me, and I knew I deserved to be arrested for threatening Tom and Katie, but I told them everything my wife did.
With her eyes down, Natalie finally admitted the truth, and they arrested her. As they took her away, our eyes met one last time, a silent goodbye.
I turned to Tom then. “I’m truly sorry for all the anxiety I caused you. I didn’t want to, but I needed Natalie to come, and this was the only way.”
The police arrested me, too. Sitting in the patrol car, I tried to justify my actions, “Understand, I had no other choice. I needed her to come.”
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“No goal justifies threatening anyone at gunpoint. You should’ve called the police, explained what happened, and let us handle it.”
Reflecting on those words, I realized the magnitude of my missteps and how I wished I could go back and start over. But I could only do better in the future, starting by calling Luke. I desperately needed his help.
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