I Have to Raise Someone Else’s Child While Her Mom Is Having Fun at Parties – Story of the Day

I fell in love with a pregnant woman and promised to help her raise the baby, but she decided to have fun and avoid her responsibilities. She abandoned me only to return years later to do something unspeakable.

I met Molly at college. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, but she never gave me the time of day. Molly would often hang out with the most popular men, usually on the school’s football team, but we became close friends.

She was cheerful and a great student. It was just amazing to have a friend like that, even if my feelings would always be unrequited. Eventually, she started dating Tanner, the captain of the team. He wasn’t a typical mean jock, but I always thought she could do better.

Molly didn't know she was pregnant. | Source: Shutterstock

Molly didn’t know she was pregnant. | Source: Shutterstock

A few months afterward, Molly came to my house crying. Tanner had dumped her and started dating another girl almost immediately. I comforted her as best I could, but she had really loved him. About a month after that, she discovered something life-changing.

“Mark, I’m pregnant,” she told me.

“What?” I exhaled. I couldn’t believe it. “Did you tell Tanner already?”

“Yes. He doesn’t want anything to do with the baby. He told me to get rid of it because he’s not going to be a father now,” Molly replied.

Molly discovered she was pregnant. | Source: Pexels

Molly discovered she was pregnant. | Source: Pexels

“What an idiot! I can’t believe he would evade his responsibilities like that! What are you going to do?” I questioned.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to get rid of it, but I’m in college. I can’t be a single mom. My parents are going to kill me,” she cried.

“I’ll step up. We can get married, and I’ll help you raise the baby. You won’t be alone,” I suggested without thinking about it twice.

“I can’t ask you to do that. I’m sorry, Mark. But I don’t think I’ll ever feel that way about you,” Molly said apologetically.

I stepped up. | Source: Pexels

I stepped up. | Source: Pexels

“Don’t worry. It’s not about that. We’ll get married so that no one will look down on you, and you won’t be a single mother,” I continued. It sounded crazy even to me, but I couldn’t let Molly go through this alone.

“Are you sure? That’s a lot to ask of a friend,” Molly whispered, still hesitant about this insane idea. I assured her I was serious, and we went down to the courthouse later that week. Two of our friends served as witnesses, and it was a short affair.

I helped Molly get through this pregnancy as best I could. It was difficult as we were both college students, but we would make it work together. I grew more excited every day, thinking of becoming a father.

I adored Amelia. | Source: Pexels

I adored Amelia. | Source: Pexels

But Molly was not that enthusiastic. I could tell that she missed being able to go out with her friends and enjoying regular college life. But as a mother, she had to sacrifice a lot. Eventually, Amelia was born, and she was the most beautiful baby in the world.

I adored her immediately and became her dad. Molly loved Amelia as well and settled into being a mother better than I expected. We became a wonderful little family, and no one suspected that Amelia was not mine because she looked exactly like her mother.

But Molly grew less and less excited. When Amelia was five years old, Molly broke down after putting her to bed. “I can’t do this anymore. I lost everything!” she cried.

Molly packed her bags and left. | Source: Pexels

Molly packed her bags and left. | Source: Pexels

“What are you talking about?” I asked her.

“I lost my entire youth. I shouldn’t have had a kid at all!” Molly continued.

“Molly, please. Amelia might hear you. She’s in the next room!” I said, raising my voice only a bit.

“I don’t care. I want out of this. I’m filing for divorce, and I don’t want to see any of you again,” she said, shocking me to my core. I asked her to stop and think about this, but Molly had already packed her bags and left us forever.

Amelia missed her mother. | Source: Pexels

Amelia missed her mother. | Source: Pexels

I went to Amelia’s room only to discover that our daughter had heard the entire commotion. “Mommy left?” she cried.

“Baby, your mother is going through something right now and needs some time away. She’ll be back soon,” I assured her.

Unfortunately, Molly did not return, and I became a single father. It was harder than I ever expected, and Amelia would cry almost every single night for a year afterward. But soon enough, we both got used to being on our own. My daughter was the light of my life, and I would do anything to get us through.

I did my best raising Amelia as a single father. | Source: Pexels

I did my best raising Amelia as a single father. | Source: Pexels

Molly did not call once but would update her social media often. She had the college life she had missed all this time. It was one party after another with her old college sorority friends. I felt awful seeing those pictures.

How could she abandon her child to go out and have fun? It was unforgivable. Several years after her abandonment, I saw that she and Tanner had gotten back together, which only hurt worse. This was the guy who dumped her at her most vulnerable and didn’t want to step up for his baby.

I couldn’t do anything about it except move on, but Molly decided to come back into our lives just when we were doing so well. “What do you mean you want Amelia back?” I asked when Molly showed up at my house unexpectedly.

Molly returned and threatened to take me to court. | Source: Pexels

Molly returned and threatened to take me to court. | Source: Pexels

“Molly is my daughter, and I want her to live with me. Tanner is finally ready to meet her. She’s her father,” she said nonchalantly.

“Tanner is not her father. I’m her father. I raised her all these years, especially when you abandoned her,” I said with disdain in my voice.

“Mark, don’t do this. I will take you to court for custody if I have to. That’s my child. Tanner and I are engaged. She is going to be so happy with her real family at last,” Molly continued.

We went to trial. | Source: Pexels

We went to trial. | Source: Pexels

“I’ll see you in court then,” I replied and threw Molly out of my house. Amelia was almost a teenager by then and saw how worried I was. My lawyers advised me to settle things out of court because most judges side with the mother.

But how could a judge side with Molly after her abandonment? My name was on Amelia’s birth certificate, and I saw her grow up. I was her only father. Molly’s lawyers were fierce, and our battle was harsh. But Amelia’s testimony sealed the deal.

“I only have one father,” she said, pointing at me. “My mother left many years ago after saying she regretted me. I don’t want to live with her.”

Nothing would ever separate my daughter and I. | Source: Pexels

Nothing would ever separate my daughter and I. | Source: Pexels

Luckily, the judge listened to my little girl, although my lawyers didn’t think it would happen. He gave me full custody, while Molly got visitation on the weekends. I encouraged Amelia to forgive her mother and build a relationship with her, which they did.

But she told me every day that I was the best father anyone could ever have.

What can we learn from this story?

  1. Appreciate what you have. Molly threw her family away and discovered later in life that she couldn’t exactly get it back.
  2. Some responsibilities require sacrifices. Getting pregnant at a young age is a big deal, which means that you might have to give up partying and other youthful shenanigans.

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I Caught My Brother’s Wife Hiding My Wedding Gift Under Her Dress — What She Hid Made Me Question My Marriage

Selena’s wedding day shimmered with perfection, until she caught her pregnant sister-in-law slipping a wedding gift beneath her dress. What she found inside that box upon confrontation cracked her joy like glass and made her question the very foundation of her marriage.

The ballroom breathed with life, a symphony of love and celebration. White fairy lights cascaded from the ceiling, casting a magical glow on hundreds of faces. I stood at the center of it all, my white wedding gown a statement of pure joy, my husband Alan’s hand warm in mine.

Our first dance had just ended. Guests applauded, and champagne glasses lifted in toast. My mother dabbed at her eyes from the front table, while Alan’s parents beamed with pride. Everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

A cheerful bride | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful bride | Source: Midjourney

“I need a quick bathroom break,” I whispered to Alan, kissing his cheek.

His fingers traced my hand. “Hurry back, princess. The night’s still young.”

The gift table caught my eye as I walked past. Rows of elegantly wrapped presents stood like silent sentinels, reflecting the soft light. My sister-in-law Leah stood nearby, looking uncomfortable.

“Leah?” I called out, my voice soft with concern. “Everything okay?”

Her body trembled like a leaf caught in the autumn wind. Something was profoundly wrong. I could feel it in my bones.

A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said softly, taking a step closer.

Her pregnant belly protruded at an odd angle, almost unnaturally rigid. As a sister-in-law who had been tracking her pregnancy for the past three months, something felt… different. Wrong. Impossibly wrong.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing, “your pregnancy bump looks so much bigger than I remember. And a bit odd. Everything okay?”

Leah’s hand instinctively moved to cover her stomach, her wedding ring catching the light. A nervous sweat broke out across her forehead, tiny droplets that spoke volumes of something I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Don’t touch,” she whispered as I approached closer.

A pregnant woman | Source: Pexels

A pregnant woman | Source: Pexels

My hand reached out anyway, curiosity burning brighter than caution. A sisterly gesture of connection and care. But something felt off the moment my fingers brushed her stomach.

It was unnaturally solid. Not the soft, fluid movement of a growing life, but something hard. Mechanical. Like a box was hidden beneath her dress.

Before I could process the sensation, gravity seemed to conspire. A wrapped present tumbled from beneath her dress, landing with a thud that cut through the wedding’s background music.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” I gasped, loud enough to make nearby guests turn.

A gift box | Source: Midjourney

A gift box | Source: Midjourney

Leah’s reaction was visceral. Her eyes, normally warm brown, turned frantic, darting left and right like a trapped animal seeking escape. Her hands flew out, trembling so violently I could see each finger quivering.

“Don’t open it, Selena. Please,” she begged. “You can’t… you shouldn’t see what’s inside.”

The crowd around us hushed with a collective intake of breath. Whispers began to flutter like nervous butterflies, rising and falling in a symphony of speculation.

“Why not?” I asked, my fingers already working the ribbon with anger and desperate curiosity.

Leah’s face went ashen. “Please,” she repeated, but this time it was a broken whisper. “Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Don’t open it, Selena. Please… listen to me.”

An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

An anxious woman | Source: Midjourney

But secrets have a way of breaking free, no matter how tightly they’re wrapped. And I was about to unwrap everything.

The ribbon fell away like a promise unraveling. My hands trembled as the lid opened. And my eyes widened in disbelief. There were several photographs. Of my husband. With another woman.

Not just casual proximity. Intimate moments captured in vivid, merciless color. Her hand on his shoulder. Their faces close, laughing. A sauna scene that looked like something between friends and lovers. Each glossy image felt like a knife twisting deeper into my soul.

A man and a woman chilling together in a sauna | Source: Freepik

A man and a woman chilling together in a sauna | Source: Freepik

“What. Are. These?” I cried.

The ballroom around us seemed to shrink.

Alan appeared suddenly, his cologne, the same one he’d worn when we first met, now smelling like betrayal. His color faded, leaving him looking ghostly.

“Selena,” he started, but the words caught in his throat like barbed wire.

I held up a photograph. The one where they were sitting impossibly close in a steamy sauna. “Explain. Now.”

His adam’s apple bobbed. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “It’s not—”

“NOT WHAT?” I interrupted. Several nearby guests turned, their conversations dying mid-sentence.

A shocked man's eyes | Source: Unsplash

A shocked man’s eyes | Source: Unsplash

Leah stood frozen, her earlier panic transforming into a strange fusion of guilt and fear.

“These look pretty damn intimate,” I snarled, spreading the photographs across the gift table.

Alan’s hand reached out. “Please, not here—”

“HERE IS PERFECT! Explain to everyone how these photos aren’t what they look like.”

“I can explain,” Alan whispered. “It’s not what you think.”

A furious bride | Source: Midjourney

A furious bride | Source: Midjourney

The music halted. Champagne glasses stopped clinking. And our perfect world had just shattered.

The silence was deafening. Guests had formed a loose circle around us, their confused whispers creating a low, electric hum of anticipation.

“Start talking, Alan. Spit it out. I want every. Single. Detail.”

“Selena, stop. He’s innocent,” Leah chimed in.

Her hands twisted the fabric of her dress. Tears welled in her eyes, but something told me these weren’t just tears of fear. They were tears of frustration, of something gone terribly wrong.

A distressed woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A distressed woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“It’s all my fault,” she sobbed. “I wanted to protect you. I wanted to save you from what I thought was happening.”

Alan stood nearby, rigid as a statue, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter.

“Protect me? From what?” I asked.

“Weeks ago, I started noticing things when I visited to help you with the wedding preparations.” Leah’s words came faster now, a desperate confession tumbling out like a river breaking through a dam. “Alan’s late nights. Those endless gym visits. The way he’d always look so perfect… pressed shirts, perfectly styled hair, and always smelling like he’d just stepped out of a magazine.”

A man in a pristine blue suit | Source: Pexels

A man in a pristine blue suit | Source: Pexels

I remembered those mornings. Alan, meticulously preparing for work. Always looking immaculate.

The crowd gasped. My mother, sitting at the front table, leaned forward, her fork suspended midair.

“What does that have to do with this?” I confronted her.

“I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong,” she said. “So I did something crazy. I hired a private investigator who captured these photos. My intention was to expose Alan’s supposed infidelity before you walked down the aisle.”

“I arranged for a courier to deliver the photos to your hotel room. I wanted you to see the truth before the wedding, before you made the biggest mistake of your life.”

A deliveryman knocking on a hotel room door | Source: Pexels

A deliveryman knocking on a hotel room door | Source: Pexels

Her fingers twisted the fabric of her dress. “But nothing went according to the plan. The courier couldn’t find you… you’d already left for the wedding venue in the same hotel. I saw him at the reception and asked him if the bride had received any parcel. He said he’d put the package with the other wedding gifts. Can you believe that? All my carefully orchestrated plan, completely derailed.”

“I was furious,” Leah continued. “First, the courier failed to give you the photos before the wedding. Second, I needed you to see these images immediately. I wanted to save you from what I thought was a lifetime of betrayal.”

Her voice grew stronger and more confident. “But then, at the wedding, everything changed when I met this couple. The woman? She was the same one from those pictures. Happily married for 20 years. Turned out, Alan and she were just colleagues from a company retreat. There was nothing going on between them.”

A young couple | Source: Unsplash

A young couple | Source: Unsplash

“I spoke to the woman and she showed me more photos,” Leah continued. “Of team-building exercises. Professional networking. Completely innocent moments that I’d twisted in my mind and jumped to conclusions about your husband.”

Alan stepped forward. “Oh my God… how could you… I’d never—”

“I’m so sorry. I misunderstood everything,” Leah interrupted.

The room held its breath.

“But why would you do this? Why bring these photos to my wedding? Of all days?” I asked Leah.

Her response was immediate.

“Because I wanted to expose Alan in front of everyone. Because I thought I was doing the right thing. Sometimes, love makes us do the most destructive things, thinking we’re being helpful.”

The truth hung in the air… complicated, messy, and very much human.

An emotional bride | Source: Midjourney

An emotional bride | Source: Midjourney

Alan turned to Leah, his controlled fury a razor-sharp blade cutting through the wedding’s festive atmosphere.

“You had no right to do this. No right to drag my reputation through the mud. No right to destroy my wedding day with your misguided crusade.”

“I was trying to protect her—”

“Protect her? You nearly destroyed everything. My marriage. My reputation. My entire life.”

His eyes blazed with a rage that made even the nearby guests take a step back.

A man pointing a finger | Source: Pexels

A man pointing a finger | Source: Pexels

“I have given everything to Selena,” Alan continued. “Every late night at the office, every hour at the gym… it was all to build a life for us. And you decided to twist those moments into something ugly?”

Leah began to cry, her hands covering her face.

Then Alan turned to me, his eyes softer but filled with a pain that cut deeper than any accusation.

“Do you trust me that little? After everything we’ve been through?”

My heart crumbled. The perfect white wedding dress suddenly felt suffocating. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, mascara blurring my vision.

An upset bride with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

An upset bride with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, then louder, “I’M SO SORRY, ALAN.”

My body shook with sobs. The weight of doubt, the pain of almost destroying something beautiful… it all came crashing down.

“I should’ve believed in you. And trusted you immediately. Instead, I let someone else’s suspicions poison my mind.”

Alan’s anger melted. He stepped closer, his hands gentle as he wiped my tears.

“Hey, we’re okay.”

“How can you forgive me so easily?” I asked.

A groom holding a bride's hands | Source: Midjourney

A groom holding a bride’s hands | Source: Midjourney

He smiled, that smile that had made me fall in love with him all those years ago. “Because love isn’t about being perfect. It’s about choosing each other. Every single day.”

The wedding around us continued. Music played. Guests danced. Our perfect day, momentarily balanced on a knife’s edge, began to heal.

“I trust you,” I whispered to Alan. And in that moment, I meant every single word.

The night ended. The doubt faded. But trust would remain. Forever.

A couple at their wedding | Source: Unsplash

A couple at their wedding | Source: Unsplash

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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