The Rich Man Who Chose Money Over His Own Children – And Came Crawling Back
It was a cold, rainy night. The wind howled through the streets like a lost child, and Angie sat huddled at a lonely bus stop, holding her newborn twin girls close to her chest. Her clothes were soaked. Her fingers were trembling. Her heart was breaking.
“Where do I go now?” she whispered through her tears. “Please, God… shelter us tonight. Keep my babies warm.”
Raindrops mixed with tears as she looked down at the tiny faces of her daughters. They were sleeping, unaware of the storm outside — and the one that had destroyed their home.
Suddenly, Angie felt something behind her. Her body tensed up. Her eyes widened.
Was it danger? A thief? An animal?
She turned slowly — and let out a shaky breath. “It’s just a dog,” she whispered, clutching her babies tighter. The stray dog ran off, but her fear remained.
She never imagined her life would turn into such a nightmare. Just one week ago, everything was different. She had a husband. A home. A future.
But then Jake — the man she trusted, loved, and married — kicked her and their newborn twins out of the house. Just like that.
Five Years Earlier…
Angie met Jake after graduation. He was handsome, charming, and wealthy. He swept her off her feet.
“I think you’re the one,” she had told him, stars in her eyes.
They married quickly, against her mother’s advice. “Don’t rush,” her mom warned. “Money doesn’t raise a family. Love and responsibility do.”
Now, sitting at the bus stop in the rain, Angie whispered, “I should’ve listened, Mama. I’m so sorry…”
When the Problems Began
It was in their fourth year of marriage when Angie excitedly showed Jake her pregnancy test.
Two pink lines. She was going to be a mother.
Jake, however, didn’t share her joy. His smile faded. “But darling… my business is just taking off. We talked about waiting. I’m not ready to be a father.”
Angie’s heart sank, but she held on to hope.
At the doctor’s office, Jake half-joked, “I hope we’re not having twins. One baby is enough.”
But when Angie came out of the scan room, her face was pale.
“What is it? What did the doctor say?” Jake asked, anxious.
“We’re having twins,” she said softly.
Jake’s jaw tightened. “Twins?! Are you kidding me?”
He stormed out of the hospital, leaving Angie shaken.
From that day, Jake grew cold. He avoided Angie. He stopped touching her belly. He focused only on his business and making money.
The Ultimatum
Angie gave birth to two beautiful baby girls. She waited in the hospital, hoping Jake would visit. He never came.
Three days later, his driver and maid arrived to take her and the babies home.
When she walked in, Jake didn’t even look at the babies. He didn’t smile. He didn’t ask how she was.
Instead, he said, “We keep one baby and give the other up for adoption. If you agree, you stay. If not… you leave. It’s that simple.”
Angie stared at him, stunned. “What are you saying?! They’re our children!”
“I’m not spending my money raising two babies. I just launched my company. I need to focus. Raising two kids is expensive.”
“You’re asking a mother to give away one of her babies?” she cried. “Jake, they’re part of us… both of them!”
“I’ve made my decision,” he said coldly. Then he placed her suitcase in front of her.
She looked at her tiny daughters, then at her heartless husband. There was no choice.
She left.
The Night That Changed Everything
Now, back at the rainy bus stop, Angie was lost.
Suddenly, a car stopped nearby. A warm, gentle voice called out, “Dear, are you alright? It’s pouring. You shouldn’t be out with babies.”
Angie turned. It was an older woman in a taxi — a nun.
“Oh my, they’re adorable!” the nun exclaimed. “Come, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
“I don’t know where to go,” Angie said, her voice shaking. “We’ve been abandoned. I have nothing…”
The nun opened her arms. “Then come with me to the convent. We’ll take care of you.”
That night, the sisters gave Angie and her daughters — Sophie and Marley — a warm bed, clean clothes, and love.
Starting Over
Angie worked hard. She started teaching at the church school. In the evenings, she worked in a diner.
Two years later, she had saved enough to open her own tiny café. People loved her pastries and coffee. Slowly, her café grew popular.
She opened a second shop. Then a third.
Five years later, Angie was successful, independent, and happy — all without Jake.
She had a small, cozy house and watched her daughters grow up with joy. Life was not easy, but it was filled with love.
She had not divorced Jake — part of her still believed he would realize what he lost and come back.
The Unexpected Knock
One evening, there was a knock at the door.
Angie opened it — and her breath caught.
“Jake?!”
He looked worn out. His clothes were wrinkled. His eyes tired.
“Angie,” he said softly. “I’m… I’m sorry. I lost everything. My business is gone. I have nothing. I deserve it for what I did to you and the girls. Please… can you forgive me?”
Angie was shocked. He had come — not just to apologize, but to ask for help.
Jake’s eyes fell on a photo of the girls. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Sophie… Marley… Daddy was so blind.”
Angie’s heart softened. She still loved him, even after everything.
“I can help you,” she said quietly, handing him a check for the money he needed.
Jake trembled. “You would do this… after all I did?”
Angie nodded. “That night you kicked me out, I learned what greed does to people. But now, I understand what forgiveness means. We can’t move forward if we hold on to anger forever.”
Jake broke down. “Thank you. I promise, I’ll make things right. I want to be a father again. I want to make up for lost time.”
What We Learn
When Angie had no one, a kind nun saw her in the rain and helped her without hesitation. And when Jake returned, broken and sorry, Angie chose forgiveness over revenge.
Kindness saves. Forgiveness heals.
No one is perfect. But we all have the power to make things right.