**Diary Entry**
I still remember the day Emily told me she was pregnant. George, her husband, never left her side throughout the pregnancy, catering to her every whim. Finally, the moment arrived, and George rushed her to the maternity hospital. When their healthy baby girl was born, he sighed in relief. Overjoyed, the new father went home to rest. The next day, he returned to visit Emily and their daughteronly to be told, “Your wife isnt here.”
“Thats impossible!” George argued. “She must have stepped out. Please look for her!”
The nurse shook her head. “She left. Heres a note.”
George unfolded the paperand turned pale.
Years earlier, as head of sales at a firm in London, George had been single when Emily joined his team. Young, beautiful, and fresh-faced, she caught his eye immediately.
“Good morning,” hed greeted her warmly on her first day.
“Good morning,” she replied sweetly, her soft voice lingering in his mind.
His colleagues exchanged glancesGeorge never took interest in new hires. But Emily was different. Quiet, observant, yet magnetic. At twenty-two, she had already left a trail of broken marriageseven seducing a college professor twice her age before his wife found out.
One evening, George invited her for coffee after work.
“Why not?” shed said with an innocent smile. “Its good to stay on the bosss good side.”
Her charm disarmed him. At thirty, George had never married, though hed had relationships. With Emily, things moved quickly. Soon, they were engaged, leaving their colleagues stunned.
He indulged her every demand, including one condition:
“No childrennot yet. I want to live for myself first. When Im ready, Ill tell you.”
George assumed shed change her mind. But months passed, and Emily remained firm. Each time he brought up children, she snapped, “I warned you. Dont push me.”
Then, one day, he found her crying in the bathroom, clutching a positive pregnancy test.
“Emily youre pregnant?”
She nodded, tears streaming. “I dont want this. I dont want to get fat. Fix it.”
But George, elated, swept her into his arms. “Dont crythis is happiness! Were going to have a baby!”
Emily remained resolute. She scheduled an appointment to terminate the pregnancy, but George intercepted her just in time. After a heated argument outside the clinic, he begged, “Please, Emilydont do this. Ill handle everything. Just let our child live.”
Reluctantly, she agreedon one condition: no nappies, no night feeds. The entire pregnancy, George waited on her hand and foot. When their daughter, Alice, was born, he finally exhaled in relief.
Exhausted but happy, he went home to rest. Returning the next day, he was met with disbelief.
“Your wife is gone. She left the baby behind.”
“Thats impossible!”
The nurse handed him a folded note. Three words: “Dont look for me.”
Emily vanishedno calls, no trace. Only weeks later did she contact him: “Pack my things. My friend Richard will collect them. File for divorceI wont show up.”
Alice was never mentioned again.
George became both mother and father to their daughter, with help from his own mother nearby. Life moved on.
Until the call from school.
“Come immediately,” Alices teacher demanded. “Your son has caused trouble.”
Sophie, a single mother in Manchester, rushed over. Her son, Daniel, was quiet, well-behavedwhat could he have done?
She arrived to find Daniel and Alice sitting outside the headmasters office, the girl glaring while Daniel sported a red mark on his cheek.
“Mum, she started it!” he protested. “She called me a bastard!”
Alices father, George, sighed. “Apologise to each otherboth of you.”
The children mumbled apologies, still scowling.
Sophie and George exchanged glancesthen burst out laughing.
“Lets celebrate this truce with pizza,” George suggested.
Over dinner, the children chattered like old friends. Daniel even promised, “If anyone bullies you, tell me.”
Sophie and George shared smiles, sensing something more between them.
Months later, they sat together, reminiscing about that day.
“Who knew a schoolyard fight would lead to this?” George mused, resting a hand on Sophies pregnant belly.
Daniel and Alice had already picked a name for their baby brother: Benjamin.
Sometimes, happiness comes from the most unexpected places.
