Husband Returns from Business Trip and Sees Newborn Baby on Table with Two Notes beside — Story of the Day

A man is accused of being the father of a baby abandoned on his doorstep and it costs him his marriage and his way of life.

Kyle Greenbecker had spent a year working on an oil pipeline in Alaska, but finally, he was on his way home to his beautiful wife. He and Lisa met in high school, and Kyle had never regretted marrying her at nineteen.

Maybe he was old-fashioned, but Kyle was proud that Lisa was the only woman he’d been intimate with in his life. He didn’t need and didn’t want anyone else. It never occurred to him that Lisa would ever doubt him — and with good reason.

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When his plane landed, Kyle collected his luggage and walked out with the other passengers, scanning the crowd for Lisa’s beloved face, but she wasn’t there to pick him up.

Probably, Kyle thought, she’d been held up at work with some emergency. He sent her a quick text telling her he was on his way home but got no reply. He hopped into an Uber and in an hour he was walking up to his front door.

The lights were on in the lounge, but Lisa wasn’t there. He made his way to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, stunned. Resting on top of the kitchen table was a bassinet, and Kyle could see a small arm waving aimlessly.

He took a step closer. There was a bassinet with a baby on his kitchen table! The child was looking back at Kyle with that astonished look babies have, and Kyle stared back just as astonished.

Then he saw a folded paper on the table next to the bassinet. He picked it up and unfolded it. Inside was another sheet of paper with a message in a handwriting he didn’t recognize: “You had your fun, now take responsibility for your child.”

Meanwhile, the note addressed to him in Lisa’s elegant script read:

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“Kyle, yesterday I found this child on our doorstep with that note attached. I always suspected you cheated on me during your business trips, but I didn’t hold a grudge on you for that — after all, I had plenty of flings while you were away — but saddling me with someone else’s byblow is too much. I’ve filed for a divorce, and I earnestly hope I will never see you again.

“P.S. And about the baby, don’t worry, I only left when I saw you walk up the drive. Enjoy your life, Kyle, I certainly intend to enjoy mine.”

Kyle sat down and dropped his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. This child wasn’t his, he’d never cheated on Lisa, ever! A soft cooing sound made him raise his head.

The baby was waving its little hand in the air, so Kyle brought his own hand closer and to his surprise, the child grabbed onto his index finger with incredible strength.

“Well, baby,” Kyle said. “I guess it’s just us two, and I don’t know what to do with you!”

The baby cooed again and gurgled, then screwed up his face in an alarming way and turned bright red. “Oh my God!” cried Kyle. “What’s happening?” A certain smell quickly elucidated him.

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Yep, it was diaper time. But was there even a diaper? On the floor next to the table was a large backpack with several snap pockets that he’d never seen before. Kyle found a bewildering array of items inside and the diapers.

He quickly googled diaper change and watched carefully as a woman on YouTube demonstrated on a life-like doll how to change a diaper.

Kyle started following her instructions but things didn’t run that smoothly. The woman’s life-like doll didn’t move its legs, or sink its kicking heels in the stinking and unmentionable contents of the dirty diaper! After wiping the baby clean, Kyle realized it was a girl, and he didn’t know anything about girls!

“I won’t be giving you dating advice,” he told the baby solemnly. “But I can teach you how to ride a bike.”

Kyle realized in that moment that he intended to keep this baby.

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He picked up the freshly diapered baby and said, “You need me, and I guess I need you too. So how about it, kid?”

Kyle once again consulted the YouTube baby-guru to prepare the formula and settled the baby in the crook of his arm for her feed.

“You need a name, you know that? How about… Celeste? Do you like that? Or Lily…”

If anyone had told Kyle that he would settle into fatherhood so easily and so smoothly he would never have believed it. Lily had her moments and her tantrums, but somehow things worked out.

Kyle registered Lily as his child and enrolled her in daycare. For him, her birthday was on the day he’d found her. But it was on Lily’s second birthday that Kyle’s world fell apart.

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A woman knocked on her door. “I’ve come for my baby,” she said. Kyle just looked at her. She was tall, blonde, and thin, with huge breasts that were obviously a product of a plastic surgeon’s art.

“Your what?” Kyle asked.

A real parent is the one who loves and cherishes the child.

“My baby,” she snapped. “I left her here two years ago? Sorry about that, but I was a bit stoned and my boyfriend lives on the next block over and I got confused. You know how it is!”

“Sorry, I don’t know how that is because I’ve never abandoned a child on anyone’s doorstep,” Kyle said coldly. “I’d get a move on if I were you, or I’ll call the police.”

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“Now look here,” the woman said sharply. “I figured I made a mistake about a week later when Burt didn’t take my calls, but now I need that baby!”

“You need her?” asked Kyle angrily. “What do you need her for?”

“Burt just got himself a Major League contract,” the woman said. “And that baby’s gone make sure some of those millions land in my bank account!”

Kyle ran the woman off, but he had a feeling he hadn’t seen the last of her. He was right. A week later he was summoned to family court. A Miss Cherish Vegas was contesting his adoption of baby Lily.

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Suddenly, Kyle was showered with injunctions, was visited by Social Services at odd hours of the day or night, and his friends and co-workers were being questioned. Cherish really meant to get her hands on those millions!

Finally, the day of the hearing arrived. Kyle nervously handed over Lily to the social worker for the duration of the hearing and walked in. Cherish was there, of course, and a tall man with Lily’s blue eyes was on her side of the court. This could only be the famous Burt!

Cherish cried and sniveled and told the judge how much she loved and missed her baby, and how her wild college days (now long past and deeply regretted) had led her to place her in Kyle’s care.

The judge looked down at the papers in front of her. “By in his care, you mean on his porch, isn’t that right, Miss Vegas?” asked the judge.

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Cherish flushed red. “Well, I’m still her mama! No one can deny that!” she screamed.

The judge looked at Burt. “You sir, you are the father?”

Burt lumbered to his feet and said, “I guess I must be…”

The judge fixed him with a flinty eye. “Are you prepared and able to take on the parental responsibilities for this child?”

Cherish screamed, “You bet he is, judge, he just signed a three million dollar contract to play ball…”

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“Oh!” cried the judge. “Finally, the truth is out! Tell me, Miss Vegas, what name did you give your daughter?”

“Name?” asked Cherish, confused. “Why, she’ll have her daddy’s name., since he’ll be paying child support!”

Kyle stood up. “Your honor,” he said. “May I address the court?”

“Yes, Mr. Greenbecker,” said the judge. “Please do.”

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“Ma’am, my daughter’s name is Lily, and she does have her father’s name — mine. Since the moment that child came into my life I’ve loved her, and she loves me.”

At that moment, Lily, who had been playing with the social worker’s necklace noticed that Kyle was standing up. “Daddy!” she cried and stretched out her arms.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems to me that the case has been decided by the principal party,” the judge said. “I hereby overturn all claims of custody of the child Lily Grennbecker and confirm Kyle Greenbecker’s custody and adoption.

That night, Kyle celebrated his victory in court and he and Lily spent the evening catching lightning bugs in the garden. “Stars!” cried Lily. But for Kyle, the brightest star of all was his little girl.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • A real parent is one who loves and cherishes the child. Kyle took care of Lily and loved her as if she were his own.
  • A heartless woman will use anyone, even her child, for profit. Cherish didn’t want Lily, she just wanted Burt’s money.

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While Cleaning the Car, My Son Asked, ‘Why Don’t We Just Take the Secret Car Daddy Drives?’

When my son innocently revealed that my husband was secretly driving a shinier car with a woman I knew nothing about, I thought his secret would break us apart. But then I did my investigation and discovered a truth I never anticipated.

I’ll admit it: our car was a disaster zone. Sharing it with my husband, Ben, who works in construction, meant it constantly smelled of sawdust and sweat.

The floors were a graveyard of mud from his boots, crumpled fast-food wrappers, dust-covered tools, and the occasional rogue nail or screw! But when I tried to clean it, our son, Liam, told me something that changed our lives forever.

A dirty car | Source: Midjourney

A dirty car | Source: Midjourney

While my husband trashed the front of our old car, the backseat was Liam’s domain. It was a scattered mess of broken crayons, half-eaten snacks, and sticky juice boxes!

Between driving our five-year-old to preschool, running errands, and visiting my mother — who had been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a battle I was constantly losing, but giving up wasn’t an option because I also used it.

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A woman looking at a dirty car | Source: Midjourney

But this Saturday morning was different. Ben’s coworker, Mike, offered to pick him up for an early shift, giving me a rare slice of free time and access to the car. I glanced at the wreck that was our car and decided it was time to wage war against the mess.

“Liam, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no.

His eyes lit up. “Can I use the sponge?”

“You bet.”

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An excited child | Source: Midjourney

Liam looked so cute as he marched outside, clutching a tiny sponge like a sword. For the first 30 minutes, we made a good team. He scrubbed the rims with the focus of a tiny soldier, and I tackled the front seats, pulling out old receipts and sticky candy wrappers.

But it wasn’t long before my son plopped down on the curb, puffing out his cheeks.

“Mom, why don’t we just take the secret car Daddy drives?”

I froze. My hands, gripping a dust rag and a sponge, went still.

“Secret car?” I repeated slowly, keeping my voice light.

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A confused woman | Source: Midjourney

We were only halfway through cleaning, and I really didn’t need this distraction, but I just had to know what Liam was talking about.

He nodded, casually picking at a dried leaf.

“Yeah, the shiny black one. The lady always lets Daddy drive.”

My pulse quickened.

“What lady, sweetheart?”

My son shrugged, completely unbothered.

“The pretty one with curly hair. They were laughing, and then she gave Daddy the keys. I saw them when Jenna was watching me. You were at Grandma’s house.”

The sponge slipped from my hand.

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A woman washing a car | Source: Midjourney

I forced a chuckle and pretended to brush it off, though my stomach twisted into knots and my hands were shaking.

“Oh, that’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about it later.”

But my mind was racing. Ben never mentioned anything about a fancy car or another woman. Why would Liam say that? And why had this happened when I wasn’t home?

Later that afternoon, when my son was down for his nap, I sat in the kitchen after showering, staring at the counter but seeing nothing. The more I thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t fit. Ben had been distant lately, brushing off conversations and spending more time away from home. But a secret car? A woman?

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A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney

I quickly made up my mind, deciding not to ask my husband anything yet. I needed to find answers on my own. So, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend Sarah.

Me: “Hey. Can I borrow your car tonight? It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.”

Her response was instant.

Sarah: “Uh, YES. Spill!”

I sighed. This wasn’t how I imagined spending my Saturday night.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

That evening, I enacted my plan by casually telling Ben I was dropping off groceries at my mom’s, but Sarah was picking me up because we wanted to go out for drinks afterward. I told my husband not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game he was watching.

“Drive safe,” he mumbled.

Jenna, our regular babysitter and Liam’s older best friend who watched and kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up.

“Can I leave, or do you need me to stay late?”

“Maybe. Ask Ben,” I said, forcing a smile.

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A woman on her way out | Source: Midjourney

When I got out, Sarah’s car was parked in our driveway. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Alright, what’s going on?” she asked when I got in and shut the door.

“I think Ben’s hiding something.”

Sarah’s eyebrows shot up.

“Like… hiding what? Illegal substances? Another woman?”

I winced.

“I don’t know. Liam saw him with some woman in a black car. He said she let Ben drive it.”

“Oh.” Sarah leaned back. “Wow, that sucks… so, what’s the plan?”

“We follow him.”

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Two women sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Sarah gave me a long look before grinning.

“I’m so in! Ben’s going down!”

We parked away from the house but close enough to see if there was any movement in the front yard. Not ten minutes later, as anticipated, my husband left the house, carrying a small box under his arm. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind meant for something expensive. My heart squeezed as I wondered if it was a gift for her.

“What’s in the box?” Sarah whispered for some reason.

“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”

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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A sleek black car rolled up. A woman with dark curly hair stepped out, smiling as she handed Ben the keys. Then, she slid into the passenger seat while my husband took the wheel. Ben didn’t leave with Jenna, so I assumed she was staying to look after Liam while he was out.

“That’s her,” I said, my voice low. “Follow them. But stay back.”

Sarah nodded, her expression serious for once.

We followed them through the winding streets, staying two cars behind. They weaved through downtown before pulling into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.

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A car driving around | Source: Midjourney

Ben and the woman got out. She adjusted her blazer, and my husband carefully cradled the box.

“I’m going in,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

Sarah grabbed my arm. “Wait, wait. Are you crazy?”

“Probably. But I have to see what’s going on. I have to know.”

Sarah nodded and said, “I’ll be right here waiting no matter what happens. If you need me, just call, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Sar,” I said, grasping her hand affectionately before leaving her car.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Inside, I followed them quietly, my heart hammering in my chest. They disappeared behind a door labeled Private Meeting Room. Peeking through the narrow glass panel, I saw the woman open a laptop.

Ben carefully lifted the box’s lid, revealing a delicate necklace with intricate gold filigree and a small ruby at its center. It looked old. Expensive.

He looked somber as he handed the box over to her. She looked at the necklace, nodded, and began typing furiously. I backed away, my mind spinning. Was he giving her jewelry? Was he cheating?!

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A confused woman | Source: Midjourney

Confused and shaken by what I was seeing, I stepped away from the door. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait any longer. But Ben suddenly opened the door, and I stepped in front of him.

“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He froze. His eyes went wide.

“What are you doing here?!” he asked in shock.

“I could ask you the same thing. Who is she? Why do you have that necklace?”

He looked over his shoulder nervously.

“Let’s talk outside.”

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

Back in Sarah’s car, Ben let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his temples. We’d asked my friend for privacy, and she went inside the building, saying, “I’ll just browse around a bit and keep an eye on that other woman.”

“It’s not what you think,” he started.

“Oh, it never is. So explain.”

“That necklace was my mom’s. One of the last things I have of hers.”

“Then why are you giving it to her?”

“I’m not. I was going to sell it.”

I blinked. “Sell it? Why?”

My husband’s shoulders slumped.

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A defeated man | Source: Midjourney

“It’s your mom. When her medical bills started piling up a few years ago, I took out a personal loan to help. I didn’t want you to stress over it, so I kept it quiet. I thought I could handle it, but with interest, it spiraled out of control. The woman you saw — Marissa — is a financial consultant. She’s helping me figure out how to pay it off.”

My anger dissolved instantly, replaced by guilt, as I finally realized why she was so formal-looking. The typing also finally made sense.

“Ben… why didn’t you tell me?”

He stared at the steering wheel.

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A man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

“Because it’s my job to protect this family. You’ve been under so much stress with Liam and your mom. I thought I could handle it.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. “Ben, we’re a team. You don’t have to do this alone.”

His voice cracked. “I thought selling the necklace was the only way.”

I shook my head. “No. We’ll figure this out together.”

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A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

Over the next few weeks, we worked together to find a viable solution and made changes. I insisted on picking up extra shifts at my part-time job. We cut back on unnecessary expenses.

And to my surprise, Marissa was kind and understanding, helping us restructure the loan so we could make realistic payments.

Oh, and the driving thing — Marissa explained it to me too. She frequently used the travel time to review documents or prepare notes for their meetings.

Letting Ben drive allowed her to focus on her work uninterrupted, maximizing their time and ensuring they were prepared for discussions.

A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney

A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney

And Ben got to keep the necklace. I told him to save it for Liam — a piece of our family’s history that he could pass down as a reminder of the love and sacrifices that shaped our family.

Looking back, it’s funny how a child’s innocent question about a “secret car” could have torn us apart. But it brought us closer instead. Our life isn’t perfect, but we have each other. And that’s more than enough.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, Ben’s wife isn’t the only woman who thought her husband was cheating. After meeting their son’s fiancée, Lily’s husband met up with the young woman in secret. Livid, I confronted them, but the truth was far from what I’d imagined.

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.

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