My wife abandoned me with our blind newborn twins — 18 years later, she came back with ONE demand.
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I’m Mark, 42, and last Thursday still feels unreal.
Eighteen years ago, my wife Lauren walked out on me and our newborn twin girls, Emma and Clara. Both blind. She said she was “meant for more” and left to chase an acting career.
She left me with two fragile lives and no backup.
Those years nearly broke me — sleepless nights, panic over money, learning how to be a father and a mother at once. But we survived. I made sure my girls never questioned if they were wanted.
As they grew, I taught them to sew. At first, just to keep their hands busy. Then scraps became dresses, dresses became skill, and our tiny kitchen turned into a workshop full of hope.
That morning, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and froze. Lauren.
She looked around our apartment like it offended her. “Mark… you really stayed the same loser. Still living in this hole? A man your age should be rich.”
Her eyes landed on the sewing table, then on the gowns my daughters had finished hours earlier.
“I came back for my daughters,” she said, smiling. “And I brought gifts.”
She held out two designer dresses and a thick stack of cash.
Then she leaned closer and whispered, “But there’s one condition.”
One of my girls asked softly, “What condition?