I opened a box of forgotten photos while cleaning the attic and found pictures of me holding a tiny newborn, my eyes brimming with love. But I’d never been pregnant, let alone given birth. I decided to investigate, unaware I must face a truth that would shatter me to the core.
A few weeks ago, I was cleaning the attic when I pulled an old box from the shelf. It was labeled “Photos – Keep” in my handwriting, though I had no memory of marking it. Dust motes danced in the bright light as I nervously opened the box.
An old box on the floor | Source: Midjourney
Inside, memories spilled out in glossy 4×6 prints: my college graduation with Mom and Dad beaming beside me, our wedding day with Daniel spinning me around the dance floor, and countless summer barbecues at the lake house.
Then, everything STOPPED.
There I was, in a hospital bed, cradling a newborn baby. My hair was plastered to my forehead with sweat, dark circles under my eyes, but my expression… I was gazing at that tiny bundle with such raw, pure love that it took my breath away.
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More photos followed — me holding the baby against my chest, touching its impossibly small fingers, crying as I looked into its face. In another, I was feeding the baby, my finger trapped in its tiny fist.
But that was impossible. I’d never had a baby. Never been pregnant. NEVER. Then how was this possible?
I sank to the attic floor, surrounded by the scattered photos. My hands shook as I examined each one closely, searching for signs of manipulation or editing.
But they were real… the paper was aged and the corners slightly worn.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
In one picture, a distinctive mustard-yellow chair sat in the corner of the hospital room, and the curtains had an odd geometric pattern I recognized.
It was St. Mary’s Hospital, the same hospital where we’d visited my aunt after her hip surgery last year.
Daniel was at work, and I was grateful for the solitude as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. These photos showed a moment that should have been the most significant part of my life.
But I remembered nothing. Not a single second.
A mustard-yellow chair in a room | Source: Midjourney
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I gathered the photos and grabbed my car keys as soon as Daniel left for work the following morning.
I didn’t ask him anything as I wanted to find out about this mysterious baby on my own.
The hospital parking lot was nearly empty at 11 a.m. on that pleasant Tuesday. I sat in my car for five minutes, clutching the photos to my chest and trying to gather the courage to go inside.
A young mother walked past pushing a stroller, and my chest tightened with an emotion I couldn’t name.
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The reception area smelled of antiseptic and floor cleaner. A young woman with bright blue scrubs and a butterfly-shaped name tag looked up as I approached.
“Hi,” I said. “I need to access some old records of mine.”
“Look at this,” I then added, showing her the pictures. “Whose baby is this? Why am I holding it? I don’t remember anything. What’s happening?”
Without answering, she typed something on her phone and then frowned at her screen. Her fingers paused over the keypad.
“One moment, please!” she said, disappearing into a back office, whispering urgently to someone.
A hospital staff in scrubs | Source: Pexels
An older nurse emerged, her hair pulled back in a neat bun, her name tag reading “Nancy, Head Nurse.” Her eyes held a mix of concern and recognition that made my stomach twist.
“Miss, we do have records for you here, but we’ll need to contact your husband before we can discuss them.”
My stomach dropped. “What? Why?”
“Hospital policy, in cases like this. Please, let me call him now.”
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“No, these are my medical records. I have a right to know—”
But Nancy was already picking up the phone, her eyes never leaving my face. She dialed, and I heard the ring through the receiver.
“Sir? This is Nancy from St. Mary’s Hospital. Yes… your wife Angela is here requesting access to some medical records. Yes… I see… Could you come down right away? Yes, it’s about that… Thank you.”
A nurse holding a smartphone | Source: Pexels
My hands clenched into fists. “You know my husband? You have his number?”
“He’ll be here in 20 minutes. Would you like some water while you wait?”
“No. I want answers.”
I sank into a plastic chair, the photos clutched to my chest.
Every minute that ticked by on the waiting room clock felt like an eternity. When Daniel finally arrived, still in his work clothes, his face was ashen. He’d clearly driven here at full speed.
“Angela??”
A startled man in a hospital | Source: Midjourney
“What’s going on, Dan? Why do they have your number? Why won’t they talk to me without you?”
He turned to Nancy. “Is Dr. Peters available?”
The doctor’s office was small, with certificates covering one wall and a small window overlooking the parking lot. Dr. Peters was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and worry lines around her mouth. She folded her hands on her desk as we sat down.
“Tell her,” Dr. Peters said. “Your wife deserves to know everything.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. “Know what? What’s going on?”
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Daniel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “Six years ago, my sister Fiona came to us with a request. Do you remember how long she and Jack had been trying to have a baby?”
“Your sister? What does she have to do with this?”
“The fertility treatments weren’t working. The IVF failed three times,” he swallowed hard. “She asked if you would consider being her surrogate. And you said… yes.”
The world tilted sideways. “No. That’s not… I would remember that. A pregnancy? Being a surrogate? No, I wouldn’t—”
A shocked woman looking up | Source: Midjourney
“You were so determined to help her, Angel. You said it was the greatest gift you could give your sister-in-law. The pregnancy went perfectly. You were glowing and so happy to be helping them. But when the baby was was born—”
Dr. Peters spoke up. “You experienced a severe psychological break after delivery, Angela. The maternal hormones and bonding process were stronger than anyone anticipated. You refused to let go of the baby. When they tried to take him to Fiona, you became hysterical.”
I pressed my hands against my temples. “Stop. Please stop.”
Grayscale shot of a newborn baby | Source: Unsplash
“Your mind protected itself,” Dr. Peters explained gently. “It’s called dissociative amnesia. Your psyche built a wall around the memories to shield you from the trauma of the separation. In cases of severe emotional distress, the mind can—”
“You’re telling me I forgot an entire pregnancy? A whole baby? That’s not possible! I would know. My body would know. My heart would know.”
“Angel,” Daniel reached for my hand. But I jerked away so violently my chair scraped against the floor.
Portrait of a distressed man | Source: Midjourney
“Don’t touch me! You knew? All this time, you knew? Every time we talked about maybe having kids someday, every time we walked past a baby store… you knew I had carried a child? Given birth? And given him away like he was some freaking toy?”
“Where is he?” I demanded, my throat raw and eyes red-rimmed from crying.
“Fiona moved to the countryside shortly after. The doctors thought the distance would help you recover.”
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“So everyone just decided?” I laughed. “Everyone just chose to let me forget my own—” I couldn’t say the word. Couldn’t acknowledge what I’d lost. “Six years? Six birthdays, first steps, first words?”
“We thought we were protecting you.”
“By lying? By watching me live in ignorance? Did you all get together and plan this? Have meetings about how to keep me in the dark?”
“By letting you heal,” Dr. Peters interjected softly. “The mind can only handle so much pain, Angela. Your psyche chose this path for a reason.”
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I dashed out of the hospital as fast as my legs could carry me. Daniel caught up, ushering me into the car. I was a total mess. My fragile heart was shattered beyond repair.
That night, I slept in our guest room, surrounded by the photos.
I studied each one until my eyes burned, trying to force my mind to remember. The way I touched his tiny face. The tears on my cheeks. The love in my eyes.
I pressed my hand against my stomach, trying to imagine him there, growing, moving, being part of me. But nothing came back. Nothing.
A sad woman sitting on the bed | Source: Pexels
“Can we see him?” I asked Daniel the next day.
“We should probably ask Fiona first,” he said, his voice uncertain. “But if you’re sure, I think she’ll be okay with it.”
It took a week to convince Fiona to let us visit. Seven days of negotiations through Daniel, because I couldn’t bear to speak to her directly. Not yet.
How do you talk to someone who has your child? Who took your child?
After countless phone calls and messages, Fiona finally agreed.
A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels
The drive to the countryside was endless. I watched the landscape change through the window, each mile bringing me closer to a truth I wasn’t sure I could face.
Fields gave way to forests, forests to suburbs. All the while, my mind spun with questions.
Would he look like me? Would some part of him recognize me? Would I feel anything at all? Would he come running to me?
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Fiona’s house was everything I’d imagined during those sleepless nights. Perfect lawn, flowers in window boxes, a red bicycle leaning against the porch, and a tire swing. Wind chimes tinkled softly and the delicious smell of something cooking wafted in the air.
My legs shook so badly I could barely walk to the door.
Fiona stood there, just as I remembered her from the family pictures. But her eyes were cautious, teary, and guarded, like a watchful mother’s.
“Angela,” she said softly. “Come in.”
A teary-eyed woman looking at someone | Source: Pexels
My gaze swept across the room, searching for the little one who held the key to my forgotten past.
And there he was, peeking around the corner. Dark curls like mine and those familiar eyes. My heart squeezed so tight I couldn’t breathe.
My son! My baby! I longed to scream, to run to him, to hold him tight. But I stood rooted to the spot, numb with heartache.
“Tommy,” Fiona called, “come meet your Aunt Angela.”
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He approached shyly, a toy dinosaur clutched in one hand. “Hello, Aunt Angela.”
“Hello, Tommy!” I said, his name feeling like a prayer on my tongue.
He studied me with those big, brown eyes, head tilted slightly. “Want to see my room? I have a bunk bed! And a T-Rex that roars when you push its belly.”
“I’d love that, sweetie.”
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As he led me upstairs, chattering about his dinosaur collection and his best friend Jake and how he could ride his bike without training wheels now, I felt it.
Not a memory exactly, but an echo. A ghost of what we might have been. Of all the moments I should have had.
Later that night, in our hotel room, I took out the photos one last time. The woman in them wasn’t a stranger anymore. I understood her joy, her pain, and her sacrifice even if I couldn’t remember feeling them myself.
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I touched the image of the baby, my finger tracing his tiny photostatic features.
“You okay?” Daniel asked from the doorway.
“No. But I think I will be.”
I slipped the photos back into an envelope. Some memories might stay lost and buried under years of protective fog. But now I had something more precious than memories: I had truth. And somehow, in that truth, I found the peace I didn’t know I’d been missing.
It would take time to fully come to terms with my truth, but this was a step in the right direction.
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My Husband Caught Me in Bed with Another Man but I Didn’t Cheat On Him — Discovering Who the Man Was Floored Me
When Eloise stumbles upon her husband Ben’s twin brother in their bed, the startling discovery sets off a chain of events that unveils hidden family ties and unspoken bonds. As she navigates this newfound reality, will it strengthen her relationships or lead to unforeseen complications?
I’m Eloise, and I work in the hospital as a nurse. My schedule includes night and day shifts, which can be exhausting, but I love my job.
A nurse in a hospital | Source: Midjourney
My husband, Ben, and I have been married for two years now. We met in college during a volunteer program at a community health fair. He was kind and had this infectious energy that drew me in. We hit it off instantly and have been inseparable ever since.
Ben works as an EMT, so he understands the demands of my job better than anyone. We’ve always supported each other through the odd hours and the long nights. He’s my rock, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
An EMT | Source: Midjourney
We share a small apartment close to the city, and even though our schedules are hectic, we make it work. Our life together is filled with love, laughter, and the occasional date night whenever we can squeeze it in.
Last night, I came home around 11 p.m. after a grueling shift. I was exhausted and just wanted to crawl into bed. As I opened the bedroom door and switched on the light, I saw Ben sleeping there.
A tired nurse comes home late at night | Source: Midjourney
I was surprised because he was supposed to be on a night shift. Not wanting to wake him, I quickly turned the light off.
“Ben?” I whispered, but he didn’t stir. “I guess your shift got canceled,” I murmured to myself, feeling a bit relieved to see him home.
I took a shower to wash off the day, made myself a sandwich since I was starving, and then watched some YouTube videos to unwind. Finally, feeling the weight of the day catching up with me, I headed to bed.
A closeup shot of a woman making a sandwich in the kitchen | Source: Pexels
I kissed Ben gently on the cheek, whispered a soft “goodnight,” and fell asleep almost immediately.
At around 5 a.m., I was jolted awake by someone yelling, “What the HELL is going on?”
Groggy and disoriented, I struggled to open my eyes. Standing at the bedroom door was Ben, looking furious.
“WHY ARE YOU YELLING?” I managed to ask, my voice thick with sleep.
“You dare to ask me?! What is he doing here?” Ben shouted, pointing behind me.
A man sees something shocking while standing next to a half-open bedroom door | Source: Midjourney
Confused, I turned my head and felt a chill run through me. Lying next to me, also wide awake now, was…Ben? No, it couldn’t be. My mind raced, trying to make sense of how Ben could be both in the bed and at the door.
The man in the bed stirred and opened his eyes, mirroring my confusion. It was like seeing double. Panic gripped my heart as the reality of the situation sank in. This wasn’t Ben. This was someone who looked exactly like him.
A man looks confused while lying in the bed at night | Source: Midjourney
“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice quivering with fear and confusion.
The man sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I’m Tom,” he said slowly, clearly just as bewildered as I was. “Ben’s brother.”
My jaw dropped. Ben had a twin brother? He had never mentioned this before. Memories flooded back — Ben had said something about his brother visiting, but I had been so caught up with work that it completely slipped my mind.
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“I left you a message about Tom coming,” Ben said, his anger giving way to exasperation. “But I guess your phone’s battery died, and you never got it.”
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, my hands shaking as I turned it on. The battery icon blinked red. Sure enough, there were several missed messages from Ben explaining the situation.
A surprised woman checking messages on her phone | Source: Pexels
The shock slowly began to wear off as I processed what had happened. Tom, Ben’s twin brother who lived in Australia, had come to visit. I had never met him in person before, and in my exhausted state, I had mistaken him for Ben.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment. “I had no idea.”
Tom looked just as apologetic. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I was just so tired after my flight that I went straight to bed.”
A tired man sleeping in bed | Source: Midjourney
Ben sighed, rubbing his temples. “Well, this is certainly a way to start the day. But now that we know what’s going on, let’s just forget about it and go back to sleep.”
Tom nodded in agreement, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation. We all needed some rest, and tomorrow, we’d have a lot to talk about.
A woman laughing while sitting in her bed | Source: Midjourney
As I lay back down, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. This was a misunderstanding, not the end of my marriage. And as crazy as it was, it made me appreciate my family even more.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of voices in the kitchen. Stretching and yawning, I made my way downstairs to find Ben and Tom deep in conversation.
“Morning,” I said, sliding into a seat at the table.
“Morning, Eloise,” Tom replied with a warm smile. “Sorry again for the confusion last night.”
Breakfast served on a table at home | Source: Pexels
“No, really, it’s fine,” I said, waving it off. “I just feel silly for not recognizing you weren’t Ben.”
Ben chuckled. “I guess I can’t blame you. We are identical after all.”
Tom grinned. “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve been mistaken for you, though.”
“So, Tom,” I started, pouring myself a cup of coffee, “what brings you here from Australia? I thought you were swamped with work.”
Tom’s expression turned serious. “Actually, that’s part of the reason I’m here. I needed a break. Things have been… tough lately.”
Ben leaned forward, concern etched on his face. “Tough how?”
A sad man | Source: Midjourney
Tom sighed. “Work has been really stressful, and… well, I broke up with my girlfriend a few months ago. I just needed to get away, clear my head.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said softly. “Breakups are never easy.”
Tom nodded. “Yeah, it’s been rough. But being here, seeing you two, it helps. Reminds me what’s important.”
Ben reached over and gave his brother a reassuring pat on the back. “You’re always welcome here, Tom. Stay as long as you need.”
Twin brothers talking and having a good time at the breakfast table | Source: Midjourney
The rest of the day passed in a blur of catching up and sharing stories. Tom and Ben were inseparable, reminiscing about their childhood and filling me in on all the twin antics they used to get up to.
It was heartwarming to see them together, and I felt a deep sense of family bonding.
Twin brothers bonding | Source: Midjourney
As the days went by, Tom settled into our routine. He helped around the house, joined us for meals, and even came along on a few of our date nights, turning them into fun family outings. One evening, after a particularly enjoyable dinner at our favorite restaurant, we decided to take a walk along the river.
“This place is beautiful,” Tom said, taking in the view. “I can see why you guys love it here.”
“Yeah, it’s our little escape,” Ben replied, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
A back-view of a man looking at a river and admiring the view | Source: Midjourney
We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of the water and the distant hum of city life. Finally, Tom spoke up again.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, stopping to look at us. “Maybe it’s time for a change. Maybe I should move back here, be closer to family.”
Ben’s eyes lit up. “Really? That would be amazing!”
I smiled. “We’d love to have you here, Tom. Family is everything.”
A man beaming with joy | Source: Midjourney
Tom nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Yeah, it is. And after everything that’s happened, I realize how much I need you guys.”
As we continued our walk, I felt a deep sense of contentment. The misunderstanding that had started with confusion and fear had brought us closer together. Family, in all its forms, was what mattered most.
When we got back home, we sat around the living room, talking late into the night. The bond between us had grown stronger, and I knew that no matter what challenges came our way, we would face them together.
Family members talking in the living room | Source: Midjourney
Ben squeezed my hand, and I looked at him, my heart full. “I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” I replied, knowing that our love, our family, would always find a way to overcome any obstacle.
Tom smiled at us, a look of peace on his face. “Here’s to new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.
A closeup of a romantic couple cuddling in bed | Source: Pexels
“To new beginnings,” we echoed, clinking our glasses together. And as we sat there, surrounded by love and laughter, I knew that this was just the start of a new chapter, one filled with hope, joy, and the unbreakable bonds of family.
Sometimes, life surprises us in ways we never thought possible. Don’t you agree?
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