A mother sold her old stroller to feed her four children, only to find it returned to her doorstep the next day with a note inside

A pregnant mother of three needs to sell her stroller to feed her three children after she was abandoned by her husband.

Anne Sargent sat on her kitchen floor and cried. It was past midnight, and it was the only time she could allow herself to show her pain — when her three children were asleep upstairs.

Anne felt the baby move and placed a tender hand on her belly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to her unborn child. “I’m doing my best, but it’s just not good enough…”

Just two months ago, Anne had been a radially happy wife and mother, confidently expecting the birth of her fourth child, and confident in her place in the world and her husband’s love. That woman was gone.

Derek had come home one night and told her he was leaving, just like that. “But why?” asked Anne. “I don’t understand, I thought we were happy!”

“YOU were happy!” Derek cried. “YOU, not me! All you did was have babies and fuss over them, now there’s one more on the way!”

“But you WANTED children!” Anne protested. “You were happy every time I was pregnant…”

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“Happy?” screamed Derek. “Happy that you gave all your love and attention to the kids? All I was to you was a paycheck! Well, that’s OVER!”

So three months after Anne announced her fourth pregnancy, Derek was gone. Anne immediately went out and found herself a part-time job at a local grocery store.

The owner would have been willing to give her a full-time job, but for that, Anne would have needed to pay a sitter for her three boys and that would have consumed most of her salary, so she carefully stretched her salary. But even with the child support check Derek sent, it just wasn’t enough.

Anne started selling some antique china she’d inherited from her grandmother and that paid for the utilities for a few months. Then she sold a silver brush-and-mirror set she’d had since she was a little girl, and that paid for groceries. Little by little, as her belly grew, Anne sold her treasures to keep her family safe and fed.

Then one day, there was nothing left to sell except bric-a-brac. Anything of greater value was gone. Anne looked at the old stroller she’d brought up from the cellar.

It had been hers when she was a baby and had been used by each of her children in turn. It was very old, probably from the sixties, but it was in mint condition.

She ran her hand over the roses painted on the side and bit back her tears. She needed it for the new baby, but she needed the money even more.

She thought about getting a good price for it down at the flea market. Vintage items were always popular… And so she took the stroller to the flea market, and one of the dealers gave her $50 for it. Not much at all, but every cent helped.

Anne walked away, sure she’d never see the stroller again, but she was wrong. Two days later, she opened the front door and saw the stroller on the porch!

There was an envelope inside and Anne opened it and read: “Please call me.” The message was followed by a phone number. Anne called the number ad a woman answered her.

“Hello?” Anne said. “Are you the person who left the stroller? How did you know who it belonged to and where I live?”

“Derek told me,” the woman on the other side said. “I’m Grace Robbs. I think we should meet.”

An hour later, Grace was sitting on Anne’s sofa sipping tea. She was a pretty woman, six or seven years younger than Anne, and she looked very unhappy. Her pale skin was blotched and her eyes were swollen as if she’d been crying.

“How do you know Derek,” Anne asked, even though in her heart she already knew the answer.

“I was his girlfriend,” Grace said.

“Was?” asked Anne. “You broke up?”

“Today, as a matter of fact,” Grace said and started crying. “I didn’t know…I didn’t know about you or the children, or the baby… I found out I was pregnant, and I didn’t know how to tell him…”

“So I went to the flea market with a friend and saw this darling stroller and I bought it. I put it in the middle of the lounge and tied balloons to it with a message: ‘Hello Dad!’”

“But he wasn’t happy like I thought he’d be. He started screaming and asking where II got the stroller and if his stupid wife had given it to me. He asked if it was a joke.”

“He told me to take it right back, that he didn’t want to know about your baby. So I told him: ‘It’s for OUR baby.’ and that’s when he went crazy.”

“He accused me of wanting to trap him and said he already had three brats with you and one more on the way, and he didn’t want my baby. He told me to get out and come to you.”

“He said: ‘Might as well have all the breeding cows under the same roof.’ I’m so sorry, I didn’t know about you, I guess I didn’t know him at all!”

Anne got up and put her arm around the crying girl. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, you’ll see.”

“He’s kicked me out,” Grace said quietly. “I have no family here and nowhere to go. I have a job, but with the rents in this city, I can’t afford to live alone, and who is going to want a pregnant roommate?”

“I will!” Anne said firmly. “I need a tenant because what I earn isn’t enough, and I can’t work full-time because I can’t afford a babysitter for after school.”

“But…” Grace’s face lit up. “I work online! I can take care of the kids after school. I love kids!”

“So I can take a full-time job?” asked Anne, delighted. “The owner of the grocery store wants me to manage it for him. With your help, I can! And you don’t have to worry about stuff for the baby. After three kids I have enough for an army.”

Grace smiled through her tears. “And we have the stroller too…” she pointed out. “Are you sure? It’s Derek’s baby…”

“No,” Anne shook her head. “It’s YOUR baby, and my children’s sibling, that is all that matters.”

The two women settled into a new life together, and when Anne’s baby was born, Grace was there. When it was Grace’s turn four months later, Anne held her hand. They became a real family and raised their five children together.

As for Derek, he had several failed relationships and eventually came knocking on Anne’s door. He was shocked when he saw Grace there and asked to speak to Anne. “What do you want, Derek?” Anne asked.

“I miss you, babe…” Derek said.

Anne stared at him for a long moment then said, “Sorry, so not interested!” And she closed the door in his face.

What can we learn from this story?

If we work together, we can overcome any problem. Anne and Grace couldn’t survive alone, but together they were an unbeatable team.
A family is built on understanding and mutual respect. Anne and Grace forged a family out of their friendship and mutual support.

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I Thought My Husband Went Jogging Every Morning – One Day, I Decided to Follow Him

Have you ever had a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right? I ignored mine for weeks. My husband, Eric, said he’d taken up jogging every morning, and I believed him. But one morning, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to follow him. What I found turned my world upside down.

My husband Eric started his morning runs about a month ago. At first, I thought it was great — he’s always working long hours at his business, and I knew he rarely had time for himself. I was actually proud of him. After all, isn’t that what we encourage our spouses to do? To take care of themselves?

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A man jogging | Source: Unsplash

Eric and I have been married for 14 years. We have two boys — Max, who’s 13, and little Stuart, who just turned 8. On the surface, we were a picture-perfect family. Eric owned a small but successful business, and while we were not rolling in money, we were comfortable.

I work part-time at a local boutique, and most of my free time is spent keeping the house running and wrangling the boys.

Life was good — or so I thought. But then I started noticing some… oddities.

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Grayscale close-up shot of a couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

For one, Max kept asking Eric if he could join him on his morning jogs. Max has always idolized his dad, and the idea of father-son bonding over a jog seemed like a no-brainer. But Eric kept shutting him down.

Not just a simple “Maybe next time, bud,” but a firm, almost snappy “NO, MAX. I WANT TO RUN ALONE.”

“I just want to spend time with you, Dad,” Max had pleaded one morning, his eyes wide and hopeful. The desperation in his voice made my heart ache.

Eric’s jaw had tensed. “Not now, Max,” he’d said.

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A man frowning | Source: Midjourney

I remember Max’s confused face the first time Eric said it. “Why can’t I come with you, Dad?” he’d asked.

Eric ruffled his hair and mumbled something about needing his runs to clear his head. I didn’t think much of it back then, but looking back, I wish I’d paid closer attention.

That night, I’d watched Eric carefully. He’d been distant and distracted. When I tried to touch his arm, he flinched… something he’d never done in 14 years of marriage.

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A doubtful woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Everything okay?” I’d asked.

He’d smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Everything’s fine.” A lie so smooth, so practiced, it sent a chill down my spine.

A few days later, I started noticing “other” things. His gym clothes — normally tossed on the floor when he got home — were oddly spotless. His running shoes, which should’ve been scuffed and worn from all the “jogging,” looked almost brand new.

“Something isn’t right,” a voice inside me screamed. “Something is very, very wrong, Anna.”

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A pair of shoes | Source: Pexels

My gut whispered that something wasn’t adding up. But instead of asking Eric outright, I decided to keep an eye on him.

Little did I know how much my world was about to change.

One morning, I got up early, careful not to wake the boys. I stood by the window, watching as Eric laced up his pristine running shoes and grabbed his water bottle.

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A man tying his shoelace | Source: Pexels

“Going for a run?” I asked casually, leaning against the doorway, my voice deliberately light.

“Yep,” he said, barely glancing at me. The coldness in his tone was unmistakable.

I gave him a small smile, even though my stomach felt like it was tied in knots. “Be safe,” I whispered. He nodded and headed out the door, not looking back.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

I waited a few minutes before grabbing my car keys and following him. My hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. “What am I doing?” The rational part of my mind screamed. “This isn’t me. I’m not the type of woman who follows her husband.”

But something deeper and primal drove me forward.

At first, everything seemed normal. He jogged down the street, his pace steady and unremarkable. I stayed far enough behind so that he wouldn’t notice me. I was guilty but I had no choice. After two blocks, he slowed down. Then, he turned down a quiet residential street.

That’s when things got STRANGE.

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A man jogging on the road | Source: Pexels

Eric stopped in front of a modest blue house — nothing fancy, but well-kept. He glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, then pulled a key out of his pocket and let himself in.

I sat in my car, FROZEN. “What the hell?” I whispered to myself, a cold fear spreading through my veins.

After a few moments, I got out and walked quietly up to the house. I felt ridiculous, like some kind of amateur detective, but I had to know what was going on. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last.

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A blue house near the road | Source: Pexels

I peeked through the window, and my stomach dropped.

There he was — my husband — wrapped around HER.

Lucy. His new secretary. The woman I’d welcomed into our home. The woman I’d trusted.

I watched in stunned silence as they kissed, laughing like two people without a care in the world. Their intimacy was casual and comfortable… like this wasn’t a new affair. This was something that had been happening for a while.

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A romantic couple | Source: Unsplash

My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures of them. Betrayal burned through me like acid. Memories flashed: our wedding day, the births of our sons, and the quiet moments of shared laughter.

I wanted to scream, barge in, and demand an explanation. But I forced myself to stay calm and I stormed back to my car.

“Not yet,” I told myself. “Not yet, Anna. This isn’t the time for confrontation.”

My hands were trembling, and my face felt hot with anger. I couldn’t stop replaying what I’d seen — the way he touched her, the way he looked at her… the way they both… Oh my God.

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A woman shaken to her core | Source: Midjourney

“Fourteen years,” I thought. “Fourteen years reduced to this moment of betrayal.”

But I wasn’t going to fall apart. If Eric wanted to betray me, I was going to make sure he REGRETTED it… BIG TIME.

My hands shook as I pulled over and walked into a small print shop, the photos burning a hole in my phone’s gallery. The man behind the counter greeted me with a polite smile, but I barely managed to nod back.

“Can you print these?” I asked as I slid my phone across the counter.

He glanced at the images briefly, his brows rising slightly, but he didn’t say a word. He just nodded and got to work.

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A woman in a shop | Source: Midjourney

Each click of the printer felt like a bullet of revenge. My heart pounded as the images began sliding out, vivid and damning. I stared at the glossy prints, anger coursing through me like fire.

“He thinks he can do this to me? To our family?” I thought.

By the time the man handed me the stack of photos, my grip was steady, and my resolve unshakable. “Thank you,” I said curtly, tucking the prints into my bag.

Walking out of the shop, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. “This is going to hurt, Eric. And you deserve every second of it.”

I grabbed the photos I’d taken and headed straight to his office.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

I wasn’t subtle about it. I marched in, ignoring the startled glances from his employees, and started pinning copies of the photos to every desk. Each one had a caption scrawled in bold red letters:

“THIS IS HOW YOU CAN GET A RAISE IN THIS COMPANY!”

“Look at your perfect boss,” I muttered under my breath. “Look at the man you respect. He’s in her house right now!”

Gasps filled the room as people stared at the images, their whispers growing louder with each passing second. I saw shock, disgust, and disbelief spreading across their faces. Some looked away. Some stared, transfixed. And some started whispering things.

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Stunned office workers | Source: Pexels

Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of the door slamming open, and there he was — Eric, his face red with fury. “Anna, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” I said, crossing my arms. “Your employees deserve to know the kind of boss they’re working for. The kind of husband you are.”

His eyes darted to the photos, and for a moment, he looked panicked. The confident man from the blue house was gone. Now, he looked like a child caught in a lie.

But then he composed himself, his voice lowering dangerously. “We need to talk. Now.”

I smiled, tossing my car keys at him. “Oh, we absolutely do.”

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A startled man in his office | Source: Midjourney

We argued the entire ride home.

“You had no right —” Eric began, his voice desperate.

“No right? You had no right to destroy our family. What were you thinking, Eric? Did you even think about Max and Stuart?”

Tears threatened to spill, but I fought them back. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

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A woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Wasn’t supposed to be like what?” I screamed. “A lying, cheating husband? A father who betrays his family?”

“No, Anna —”

“Then how was it supposed to be, Eric? You cheat on me, lie to our kids, and sneak around with your secretary, but hey, as long as you’re happy, right? You’re free to do anything you please… only because you’re a man, right?”

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A man driving a car | Source: Unsplash

A flash of shame crossed his face. For a moment, I saw the man I married — the man who used to look at me like I was his whole world.

He didn’t respond. The silence was deafening.

When we got home, I grabbed my things and locked myself in the bedroom, ignoring his pleas to talk. Each knock on the door felt like another betrayal.

I wasn’t ready to listen… not yet. Not when my entire world had just shattered into a million pieces.

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A man standing outside a room | Source: Midjourney

I refused to talk to him after that. And within the next few days, Eric’s business was in shambles.

When word of his rendezvous with his secretary became public, employees began resigning in large numbers. No one wanted to work for a man who promoted mistresses instead of merit. Each resignation was another nail in the coffin of his professional reputation.

I filed for divorce a week later. The paperwork felt like liberation — each signature a step towards healing.

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Divorce papers on a table | Source: Pexels

When I told the boys, Max was quiet for a long time. The silence was heavy, laden with disappointment and confusion. Finally, he looked up, his eyes filled with a pain no 13-year-old should ever have to experience.

“I always thought Dad was a hero,” he said softly. “Guess I was wrong.”

Those words shattered something inside me. Not because of Eric, but because of the innocence my son had lost.

Hearing those words broke my heart, but I knew I’d done the right thing.

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A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

The last time I saw Eric, he looked like a shell of himself. His business was gone, his reputation was ruined, and Lucy? She’d left him for someone with a bigger bank account.

Gone was the confident man who used to stride through life. In his place was a broken, desperate stranger.

“Anna,” he pleaded on the road. “I made a mistake. Please… can we fix this?”

The audacity. The absolute audacity of that request.

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A desperate man | Source: Midjourney

I stared at him for a long moment, letting his words hang in the air. Every memory of our marriage — the good and the bad — flickered through my mind like an old movie reel.

Then I smiled… a cold, empty smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You know, Eric, you were right about one thing. Jogging really does clear your head.”

And with that, I turned and walked away to my new apartment, leaving him to deal with the mess he’d made.

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A woman walking away | Source: Midjourney

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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