Marc was over the moon as he drove to the hospital to bring home his wife, Lina, and their newborn twins. The nursery was set up, dinner was ready—it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life.

But when he arrived, only the babies were there. Lina was gone.

Stunned and heartbroken, Marc brought the twins home, where his mother greeted him as if nothing had happened. But something felt off. “What did you do to Lina?” he asked her.

What he found out later broke him: his mother had secretly sent Lina a cruel letter, calling her unfit to be a mother. Already struggling with postpartum depression, Lina couldn’t take the weight of it.

Marc searched everywhere for her for months—nothing. Then one day, a photo popped up on his phone. Lina was alive. Somewhere far away.

A year later, she came back. Fragile. Tearful. And full of guilt. She hadn’t left to abandon their family—she truly believed the kids would be better off without her.

Marc didn’t press for details. He just reached out his hand.

And that’s how they started over. Slowly. With pain, yes—but also with love, and the quiet strength of forgiveness.

It’s not a fairy tale. But it’s real—a story of hurt, healing, and holding on.