My Sister Asked Me to Babysit Her Daughter, but Hours before She Returned, I Realized the Child Was Missing – Story of the Day

Every man reaches a moment when he wants to settle down and have a loving family. But not Henry—he was convinced he would stay single forever, believing it was the better life for him. However, a day with his nine-year-old niece makes him realize the true reason behind his choices.

The morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, and I woke up to the sensation of something warm and wet on my face.

It was a dog—not mine—a small, fluffy creature with wide, eager eyes that seemed to say, You’re mine now.

It licked my cheek persistently, wagging its tail with determination. Did it want food? A walk? Who knew?

As I rubbed my eyes, the events of the previous night slowly returned. I turned my head and saw her—a girl I’d met at the club.

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She was asleep, her hair sprawled across the pillow.

This wasn’t my place. If I was here, that meant I’d accomplished what I’d set out for.

And now it was time to do what I always did: gather my things and make a quiet exit.

I slipped out of bed carefully, scanning the room. There were my pants, crumpled on the floor. My shirt hung awkwardly off a chair.

One sock sat beside my shoe, but the other… where was it? My search led me to the dog’s mat.

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There it was, claimed by the little fluffball now wagging its tail with pride.

I crouched down, whispering,

“Hey, buddy, that’s mine.” I reached for the sock, but the dog grabbed it with its teeth, growling playfully.

Just as we began our tug-of-war, a groggy voice broke the silence.“Henry? Are you up already?”

I froze. She was awake. Turning, I saw her smiling at me with sleepy eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” I stammered, “I’ve got work. Running late for a meeting.”She frowned.

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“But it’s Saturday…”

“I work weekends sometimes. Important stuff, you know.”

Her smile faded, replaced by a curious tilt of her head.

“So… will I see you again?”

“Of course,” I lied smoothly. “I’ll call you.”Her brow furrowed.

“You’ll call me? Did I even give you my number?”

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Uh-oh. Panic swirled in my chest.

“I thought you did. Didn’t you?”

“And how did you save my name?” she pressed.

Caught, I stammered, “By your name, obviously.”

Her gaze sharpened.

“And what’s my name?”

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I swallowed hard. Two options: admit the truth or …

“Nancy?” I guessed weakly.

Her face darkened instantly.

“Get out of here! I knew it! You’re just like the rest—ugh!”

Slippers flew in my direction as I grabbed my jacket and shoes, dodging her fury all the way out the door.

Sitting in my car, I leaned back and sighed. The rearview mirror reflected a face that looked satisfied, smug even.

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This was my life: no strings, no responsibilities, just freedom. Who needed the hassle of a family? Not me.

While others tied themselves down, I lived for the thrill—parties, work, and the kind of independence most people only dreamed about.

A loud ringtone interrupted my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and blinked. Riley? My sister hardly ever called. I hesitated before answering.

“Hello, Riley?”

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“Henry,” she said, her voice tight, “I need to talk to you. Got a minute?”

I frowned. “Sure. What’s going on?”

“Come over as soon as you can. I can’t explain over the phone. When can you get here?”

“Fifteen minutes. Is everything okay?”

“Just come. I’ll explain.”

I stared at the phone for a moment, then started the car. Whatever this was, it had to be serious.

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Twenty minutes later, I pulled into her driveway and barely made it to the door before it swung open.

Riley stood there, arms crossed, her expression a mix of annoyance and urgency.

“You’re late!”

“By five minutes,” I retorted, stepping inside.

“Relax, Riley. You don’t have to be such a pain in the…”

“Don’t swear,” she hissed. “My daughter’s nearby.”

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I followed her gaze and saw Mira, her nine-year-old, curled up on the couch with an encyclopedia.

Her tiny face was scrunched up in concentration, her finger tracing the lines of text like a mini scholar.

“As expected, you’re my last option,” Riley said with a sigh. “I need you to watch Mira today.”

“Me? Are you serious?” I asked, glancing nervously at Mira, who hadn’t looked up from her book.

“I wouldn’t ask if I had another choice,” she said, exasperated.

“I have a business dinner tonight. Either I go and close this deal, or I cancel because I can’t leave her alone. Can you help me or not?”

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“Fine,” I muttered. “If it’s that important.”

“Great. Food’s in the kitchen. I left money in case you need to order something, but keep it healthy. No greasy junk. And she’s not allowed outside. Got it?”

“Got it.”

With a quick goodbye, Riley was out the door, leaving me and Mira alone. I looked at her. She looked at me.

Neither of us said a word. Let the longest day of my life begin.

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The day dragged on like an endless loop of boredom.

Mira sat on the couch, clutching her encyclopedia, and occasionally glanced at me with a look that made me feel like a failing science experiment.

Her small face was calm, but her raised eyebrows screamed judgment.

I cleared my throat.

“So, uh, you like reading?” I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

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“Yes, I do. Mom says books are knowledge, and I want to know a lot,” she said, her voice cool and sharp, like a character straight out of a movie about child prodigies.

I nodded. “Cool, cool… What’s your favorite subject in school?”

Mira sighed, looking at me as if I’d just asked the world’s most boring question.

“That’s such an unoriginal question, but I’ll answer anyway. I like biology because it has lots of animals, and I love learning about them.”

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“Cool,” I mumbled, unsure what else to say. Conversations with kids were harder than I thought.

After a moment, she closed her book and tilted her head. “So, are you my uncle?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “You probably don’t remember me, though. We met when you were little.”

“Got it,” she said simply. Then she hit me with a curveball. “Are you married?”

“Uh, no. I’m not married.”

“Why not?” she asked, her curious tone sounding more like an interrogation.

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“I don’t want to get married. I like being on my own,” I said, hoping that would end the conversation.

“No one likes being alone,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“I do,” I insisted, though her words stung more than I cared to admit.

“Maybe you’re scared,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Scared? What would I be scared of?”

“Mom says marriage is a lot of work. She also says you don’t like working. So maybe you’re scared of hard work.”

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I sat up straight.

“She told you that!? Well, just so you know, I’m not scared! Maybe it’s just… not for me. For now.”

“Got it. You’re scared,” Mira concluded, her lips curling into a tiny smirk. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”

“Then eat something,” I said, gesturing toward the kitchen.

“Mom said you’re taking care of me. So take care of me,” she shot back.

“Fine,” I muttered, opening the fridge. It was full of salads, juices, and not a single thing I wanted to eat. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

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“Pizza it is,” I declared.

Minutes later, we were sitting on the couch, devouring slices while watching TV. Mira was quiet for once, her face lit up by the screen.

Before I knew it, my head rested against the back of the couch, and the exhaustion of the day caught up with me. I didn’t even notice when I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with a jolt, blinking against the light streaming into the room. Something felt off. The house was too quiet. I glanced around, and that’s when it hit me—Mira was nowhere to be seen.

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“Mira!” I called out, my voice echoing through the house. “Mira, where are you?”

No answer.

Panic surged through me. I started tearing through the house, opening doors, peeking under beds, and even checking the closets and cupboards.

Every empty space mocked me. My heart raced faster with each passing second.

I had one job. One simple job. Watch Mira for a day, and I couldn’t even manage that.

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I pulled out my phone, desperate for a clue, and saw a text from Riley:

“On my way home. I’ll be there in an hour. Everything okay?”

I froze for a moment, then typed back: “All good!” It was a lie, but I needed time to fix this.

Running downstairs, I scanned the living room again and noticed something I’d missed earlier: the window.

It was open, and a faint breeze fluttered the curtains. Mira had gone outside.

I crawled through the window and spotted a small shoe lying by the neighbor’s fence. My breath caught.

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Climbing over, I found myself in their backyard, where a tall tree stood with a sturdy wooden treehouse perched near the top.

“Mira!” I yelled, looking up.

“I’m here,” her calm voice replied from above.

I climbed the rickety ladder, my pulse still hammering. At the top, I found Mira sitting cross-legged with another boy.

They were playing with toy figures, completely unbothered.

“Mira! You scared me!” I said, still catching my breath. “Why did you run off like that?”

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“I got bored,” she said, shrugging. “And Sam was here. Sam, say hi to my uncle.”

“Hi, Mira’s uncle,” Sam said, not looking up.

“But your mom said you weren’t allowed outside!”

“She said you were supposed to make sure I didn’t go out,” Mira pointed out, her tone matter-of-fact. “But you were sleeping. Now I know what you’re scared of.”

“Of course I was scared!” I snapped, then softened. “Sorry. But why doesn’t your mom let you play with other kids?”

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“She says I’ll pick up bad habits,” Mira said.

“But I like playing with Sam.”

“There’s nothing wrong with playing with other kids,” I said gently.

“Your mom’s just… protective.”

“And you’re not protective enough,” she quipped with a smirk.

I sighed. “You’re right. From now on, I’ll be more careful.”

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In half an hour, the door creaked open, and Riley stepped into the house, her keys jingling as she set them on the counter. “Mira!? Henry!? Where are you two!?” she called out, her voice bouncing off the walls.

No answer.

The house was dark and eerily silent, with no sign of life. The faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows that made the empty space feel even more unsettling.

Riley’s heart raced as she scanned the room. “Where are they?” she muttered under her breath, her hands trembling slightly. Her eyes darted to an open window, the curtain flapping lazily in the breeze.

“Oh my god! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted my idiot brother!” she mumbled, panic setting in. She rushed toward the window, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Suddenly—

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“Surprise!!” Mira and I popped up from outside, shouting in unison.

Riley jumped back, clutching her chest. “God! I thought you were both gone! What’s wrong with you two!?”

We burst out laughing, and Mira nearly doubled over with glee. Riley’s face softened as she watched her daughter giggling, her playful spirit infectious.

“Sorry, sis. You were asking for it,” I teased, grinning. “Don’t worry so much. Nothing could go wrong, you’ve got to trust Mira a lot more.”

“Yeah, Mom!” Mira chimed in, beaming.

Riley sighed, a reluctant smile creeping onto her face. “You two are impossible,” she said, pulling Mira into a hug. “But I guess I’ll let it slide this time.”

As I left, I realized something: sometimes, kids teach you things about yourself you didn’t even know you needed to learn.

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I Attended My Husband’s Office Party for the First Time, but I Never Expected to See His Other ‘Wife’ There

When Jennifer stumbled upon an email inviting her husband to a glamorous New Year’s party with a plus-one allowed, her curiosity was piqued. But what she uncovered at the event shattered her trust, setting the stage for an unexpected twist of fate.

The laptop pinged, interrupting the movie we were watching. Oliver had just gone to the bathroom, leaving his laptop open on the coffee table.

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An open laptop | Source: Pexels

I glanced at the screen, the glowing subject line catching my eye.

“Dear Mr. Oliver,

We are happy to announce the New Year party is coming up! Dress code: White Party. You may bring your plus-one (your wife). Address…”

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A shocked woman looking at her laptop | Source: Pexels

I blinked, rereading the email. His company never allowed plus-ones. Never. I couldn’t count the number of times I had heard him complain about it. Yet, there it was in black and white—plus-one (your wife).

When Oliver came back, I tried to play it cool, though my curiosity was bubbling. “Your office is throwing a New Year’s party?” I asked casually.

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An excited woman looking at her laptop | Source: Pexels

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, picking up his laptop and closing it before I could say more. “Nothing big. Just the usual end-of-year stuff.”

“Can I come?” I asked, tilting my head and smiling.

He froze for half a second before brushing it off. “No, they don’t allow guests. It’s more of a work event.”

I frowned. “But the email said—”

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A frowning woman on the couch | Source: Pexels

“They don’t, Jen. Trust me.” His tone was clipped, and he didn’t meet my eyes. “Anyway, I’ll just be working that night. No big deal.”

That was the first time I felt something strange. Oliver always worked late or traveled for business, so I had gotten used to him being away. I trusted him, because that’s what you do in a marriage. But this time, his response felt… off.

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A suspicious woman | Source: Pexels

New Year’s Eve arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my white dress. Curiosity had gnawed at me for days. Why didn’t he want me at the party? Was he embarrassed? Hiding something?

“Happy New Year, Jen!” he called as he grabbed his coat, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Happy New Year,” I replied, watching him leave.

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A man putting on his coat | Source: Midjourney

As soon as the door clicked shut, I grabbed my purse and headed out.

The hotel where the party was held glowed like a jewel in the night. The lobby was decorated with silver streamers, twinkling lights, and elegant floral arrangements. Guests in sparkling white outfits mingled, laughter and conversation filling the air. I felt both nervous and determined as I approached the reception desk.

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A woman in a hotel | Source: Midjourney

“Name, please?” the manager asked with a polite smile, glancing up from his clipboard.

“Jennifer. I’m Oliver’s wife,” I said confidently.

His smile faltered for a moment, and he looked down at his list, then back up at me. Then, he laughed. “Nice try!”

“I’m Jennifer,” I repeated. “Oliver’s wife.”

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A woman at a reception desk | Source: Midjourney

The manager’s expression turned awkward. “Oh… uh…” He hesitated, then cleared his throat. “I think there’s been some confusion. Oliver already checked in… with his plus-one. His real wife.”

My chest tightened. “What?”

“Yes, he arrived about 30 minutes ago. They always arrive together, I’ve seen them many times.” He winced slightly, as if bracing for my reaction.

“I’m his wife,” I said sharply, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.

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A hotel manager | Source: Pexels

He opened his mouth to reply but closed it again, his face apologetic. “Let me double-check the guest list.”

Before he could move, I caught a glimpse of Oliver in the far corner of the room. He was easy to spot in his crisp white suit. My breath caught when I saw him with her—a woman with long dark hair, her arm resting on his shoulder. They were laughing, leaning in close, their body language unmistakably intimate.

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A couple at a party | Source: Pexels

The world seemed to spin. The glitzy decorations blurred as my mind raced.

“Ma’am?” the manager asked gently, breaking into my thoughts.

I turned back to him, my voice suddenly calm. “No need to check. I see him.”

He hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something, but I was already walking away from the desk, away from the party, and away from Oliver.

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A woman leaving a hotel | Source: Midjourney

Outside, the cold air stung my face, but it didn’t dull the fire burning inside me. I wrapped my coat tighter around me, my heels clicking on the sidewalk as I made my way to my car.

I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do, but I knew one thing: Oliver was going to regret this.

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A sad woman walking on the street | Source: Midjourney

The next day, the phone rang just as I was pouring my morning coffee. I almost didn’t answer, still angry about last night, but something made me pick up.

“Is this Mr. Oliver’s wife?” a calm, professional voice asked.

“Yes,” I replied, my stomach twisting.

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A serious woman walking on her phone | Source: Pexels

“This is Mercy Hospital. Your husband was in a car accident early this morning. He’s stable, but we need you to come in right away.”

My breath caught. “A car accident? Is he… is he okay?”

“He has a concussion and a broken arm. There are complications we’ll explain when you arrive.”

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A hospital professional talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

I didn’t say another word. I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door, my anger from the night before swirling with worry.

At the hospital, the antiseptic smell hit me as I walked into the waiting area. Nurses bustled by, their faces neutral, while I stood there, my heart racing.

“Jennifer?” a doctor called, walking toward me. He was middle-aged, with a kind but serious expression.

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A medical professional | Source: Pexels

“Yes. Is Oliver okay?”

“He’s stable for now, but there’s an issue we need to address,” he explained, motioning for me to sit. “His arm is fractured in several places. There’s a risk of long-term damage unless we operate soon. Unfortunately, there’s a problem with his insurance. His policy lapsed last month. As his wife, you can authorize the procedure and arrange payment.”

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A woman talking to a doctor | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, trying to process his words. “His insurance… lapsed? Why didn’t he renew it?”

The doctor shook his head. “I can’t speak to that, but we do need to act quickly. Will you authorize the surgery?”

When I stepped into Oliver’s room, the sight of him startled me. His face was pale, a bandage wrapped around his head. His arm was in a sling, and he looked more fragile than I’d ever seen him.

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A man in a hospital bed | Source: Freepik

“Jen,” he croaked when he saw me, his voice weak.

“Oliver,” I said stiffly, standing by the door.

His eyes searched mine, pleading. “I know you’re upset, but please… just listen. It’s not what you think.”

“Oh, it’s exactly what I think,” I said, my voice icy. “You lied to me. You’ve been lying to me. And last night, I saw you with her. You brought her to that party, didn’t you?”

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An angry woman in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

His face went pale. “I can explain—”

“I don’t want your explanations,” I snapped, cutting him off. “The doctor says you need surgery, but your insurance lapsed. That sounds like a problem for your real wife to handle.”

“Jen, don’t do this,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I made a mistake. Please, just sign the papers.”

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A sad man in a hospital bed | Source: Freepik

I stared at him for a long moment, my heart pounding. Part of me wanted to scream, to cry, to give in and help him. But then I thought of all the times I had trusted him, only to find out it was all a lie.

“No, Oliver,” I said, my voice firm. “You’ve made your choices. Now you can live with them.”

I turned and walked out of the room without looking back.

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A woman leaving a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

In the hallway, my steps felt lighter, as if a weight had lifted off my chest. For the first time in years, I realized I wasn’t responsible for cleaning up his messes.

It was over. Whatever happened next was up to him.

A few days later, I received a call from the hospital. It wasn’t the doctor. It was Oliver.

“Jen, please,” he begged. His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. “She didn’t come. I’m alone here. I need you.”

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A man talking on his phone in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

I said nothing, gripping the phone tightly as his words sank in. The “real wife” wasn’t so real after all. She hadn’t shown up, not for the surgery, not for anything. She’d disappeared the moment she realized he wasn’t the man he pretended to be.

“Jen?” he whispered.

“You made your choice, Oliver,” I said, my tone steady. “Now you can deal with the consequences.”

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A serious woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

I hung up and blocked his number.

In the weeks that followed, I heard through mutual friends that Oliver’s career was falling apart. Word of his affair spread at work. The woman he’d paraded at the party was no longer seen with him, and his charm didn’t seem to fool anyone anymore.

But I didn’t feel sorry for him. I felt free.

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A woman smiling with a balloon | Source: Pexels

For the first time in years, I wasn’t carrying the weight of his lies. Instead of worrying about his needs, I focused on myself.

I signed up for a pottery class—a silly dream I’d put off for years. I spent weekends hiking trails I’d always wanted to explore. I started painting again, filling my apartment with canvases splashed with color.

For years, I, Jennifer, had been the dutiful wife. But now, Jen was stepping into her own life.

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A happy woman painting | Source: Pexels

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