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Jun 21, 202608:00 A.M.
A Big Day
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A man mocks his unemployed wife for doing nothing at home and returns one evening only to find her missing. As he searches for her, he stumbles upon a note and learns his wife was taken away in an ambulance and wants to divorce him. It was a bright cold morning in October — the day Harry had been waiting for to present the new gaming app he'd been working on day and night for the last six months. Nothing would stop Harry from grabbing his much-awaited promotion and that six-figure paycheck if everything went well. So he was so excited.
Good Morning
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The clock struck eight as Harry stormed into the dining room, his eyes still fixed on his phone, not his wife Sara or his two little sons, Cody and Sonny. "Morning, honey," Sara said. "Good morning, Daddy," the boys chorused. But Harry didn't respond. He quickly grabbed a toast, lost in his thoughts about the upcoming presentation, and hurried back to his room to get ready.
The Lucky Shirt
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"Sara, where's my white shirt?" Harry's voice suddenly boomed from the bedroom while everyone was still enjoying their breakfast. "I just put it for a wash with all the whites." "What do you mean by you just put it for a wash? I asked you to wash it three days ago. You know that's my lucky shirt. And I needed it for today's meeting," Harry snapped as he stormed to the dining room. "Why can't you ever do anything right? Why do you always have to mess things up? Today's a big day for me. What am I gonna wear now?"
All You Do Is Nothing
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Sara's face turned red, and she started making excuses. "Stop yelling at me in the morning, Harry. I didn't have enough white clothes to wash." "And you know what? You sit at home all day doing nothing," Harry blurted out. "Is it too hard to remember one simple thing? And that friend of yours in the apartment below... All you do is gossip with her as if you're gonna solve the whole world's problem. All you do is Blah Blah Blah and NOTHING at home." "Harry, stop this. The kids are watching. You're scaring them." Harry dressed up in a random suit and stormed out of the house, grabbing his briefcase.
The Promotion
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As Harry presented his project, his phone kept vibrating in his pocket. With each ring, his heart leaped, thinking Sara had called him to apologize like she always did whenever they fought. "That was one helluva presentation, Harry. Good job, man," Harry's boss, Mr. Adams, congratulated him. And Harry was over the moon when he finally got his hands on his dream promotion. He checked his phone on his drive home and was surprised at not seeing Sara's calls or texts. She usually called or sent those heart and smiley emojis with a sorry voice message every time they fought. But this time, there was none.
White Roses
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"Strange! Still angry with me, huh, babe?" Harry muttered before approaching a roadside florist and getting a bouquet of Sara's favorite white roses. He beamed with joy as he took the elevator to his high-rise apartment on the seventh floor overlooking the sea. "Honey, I'm home!" Harry called out, tossing the keys on the table. But there was no answer, except for his own voice bouncing off the walls. Harry put the flowers in the vase and searched every room in the house, but there was no sign of his family.
I Want a Divorce
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"Sara, honey..." he called out again. "Guys? Daddy's home... Cody? Sonny?" "Where's everyone?" Agitated, Harry took his phone to call Sara when a note on the coffee table held in place by a red pen drew his attention. He shakily picked it up and stammered at the words: "I want a divorce." Harry sank onto the couch, the note feeling heavy in his hand as he read it over and over again. "Is this some kind of a joke?" Harry closed his eyes, hoping it was not real. He grabbed his phone and called Sara. "Pick up... Sara... please... pick up," he frantically whispered. But there was no answer.
Sara's in the Hospital
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"Where did she go? Where are the kids?" he whispered as he scrolled down the contacts to call Zara, Sara's sister. "Hey... is Sara with you? I just came home, and she's not..." he spoke, anxiously pinching his fingers. "Sara's in the hospital right now, Harry." "The hospital?? Wha-What happened to her?" The line went blank as Harry bolted out of his apartment and onto the streets, shouting for a taxi approaching in his direction.
You Did This to My Sister
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"Keep the change," he hurried out of the cab and burst into the hospital, his eyes darting around, looking for Zara. "Where is she? Oh my God, Zara. What happened to Sara? Is she alright?" "Really, Harry? You're asking if she's alright? She's here coz of you... You did this to my sister. You told her she was not 'wife' enough for you?" "Look, we'll talk about this later, alright?" Harry then rushed to meet the doctor. "It's a mild attack. Nothing to worry about... She's out of danger. But she needs to take care of her health now."
I'm Done
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Harry shakily walked into the ward, trying to force a smile as he approached Sara. "Hey, I know that I... What I did was... Look, I'm sorry, and let's just..." But Sara cut Harry off. "Don't be too strict on yourself. You don't have to. Coz you know what? I don't want to hear it anymore." "Honey, please, let me explain." "I don't wanna hear anything. Not anymore. I'm done. Divorce is the only thing I want."
I Buried My Life Alive
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"Why? You're asking me why?" Sara scowled. "Coz I buried my life alive, Harry. I had ambitions, plans... and dreams. I was at the top of my class in college. Several interior design companies were impressed with my portfolio and offered to join them in New York." "I chose you over every opportunity, and it ruined my life. You have a successful career. You have respect in society and recognition as a game designer. But me? You've been only treating me like a tailpiece. Like a dog living in a cozy cage, doing the same stale chores day and night. And yet, you have the audacity to tell me that all I do is nothing?"
What About the Kids?
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"Please, honey, I'm sorry, alright?" Harry tried to calm Sara down. "Look, everything I do is for you guys. I want us to be happy. I know I've made mistakes... But please, I deserve a chance to make things right." "No, I can't do this anymore. I can't be fake to myself. To you. And to the kids. I'm 32, but I feel like a crone. I just hate you, Harry." "What about the kids, Sara?" "I'm in a tough spot to provide for them... So they're staying with you." Harry spoke no more and stormed out of the hospital to pick up his kids from Zara's house.
Daddy, What Happened to Mommy?
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"Daddy, when will mommy come home? Aunt Zara said Mommy's sick. What happened to Mommy?" The boys asked Harry. "Your mommy will be back very soon, sweeties." "I hope so," he whispered to himself. As Harry entered the kitchen, a familiar smell of spices assaulted his senses. He'd always find Sara making dinner around that time. But that day, the kitchen was bare, with a sink overflowing with dirty dishes. "Okay, so who wants pizza for dinner?" he distracted the kids.
She Could've Just Cracked Up
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The kids chuckled as they gobbled their favorite ice cream and pizza. Harry squeezed a smile, but deep down, he was not entirely convinced that Sara meant everything she said. He believed she might be going through a nervous breakdown and hoped things would settle down once she calmed down. "...And the divorce part is still hitting hard, man. I mean... She's never said such a thing before," Harry told his friend Alex on a phone call later that night. "Women are so unpredictable, pal. She could've just cracked up. So chill."
The French Toast
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Harry dozed off to sleep and wouldn't wake up until he felt two little hands jolting him awake the next morning. "Daddy? Daddy, wake up. We'll be late." Harry leaped out of bed at seeing the time. "Okay, guys, get your shoes on while I get the breakfast ready," he told the boys as he ran around the kitchen, gathering the ingredients to make French toast. Harry tossed the egg-soaked bread in the sizzling pan and rushed to pack their school bags and iron his shirt. And amid that hustle, the smoke alarm went off in the kitchen. "Oh, no, the toast," Harry gasped, bolting into the kitchen, coughing and waving the smoke. "Owww... Ouch!" he burned his finger while taking the pan off the stove.
Running Late
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As Harry turned off the smoke alarm, he smelled burning fabric. He had forgotten about the iron while trying to fix his crinkled shirt. "Oh, no... not again," he rushed to the laundry room and turned off the iron, relieved it didn't start a fire. With everyone finally ready, Harry rushed out with the kids. As he loaded them in his car, he saw the time on his wristwatch and realized he had only ten minutes to reach his office and attend an important meeting. "Great! Now what? The meeting starts in ten minutes, and I'm still stuck in traffic. I've never been late for work," Harry muttered, honking endlessly.
She Never Returned
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Later that day, when he arrived home after picking up his sons from school, Harry hoped to find Sara waiting for them. He thought she would put aside their differences and just get back. But a week passed, and Sara never returned. As Harry unlocked his apartment door one evening after picking up his kids from school, he noticed something was off. The fresh fragrance of Sara's favorite perfume lingered in the living room, and Harry's heart started to race. He walked to the kitchen and noticed all the drawers and cabinets were half-open and nearly empty. Sara's favorite mug was gone.
She Left for Real
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Harry made his way to their bedroom, and his worst fears were confirmed. Sara's clothes were missing. Her shoes, handbags, cosmetics, and photos of her with the boys — everything was gone. "Did she leave me for real?" Harry collapsed on the bed. "Please, Sara... don't do this to me... Pick up... Pick up." But Sara never answered his calls. "Daddy, what happened to Mommy's pictures and her things?" the boys distracted Harry from what had become his worst nightmare.
You Took My Sister for Granted
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"She told you, didn't she, Harry? You took my sister for granted. Oh, by the way, she's not here with me. I have a flight to catch," said Zara. "Is this some kind of a joke, Zara? Your sister came here. Took all her things. And left me? With the kids? Is she outta her mind?" The line went blank, and Harry froze, unable to believe what had just happened. His worst fears became a reality, and he didn't know how he would handle everything alone.
You're Fired
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It had been five months since Sara left, and Harry kept himself busy with work and taking care of his boys. One afternoon, as Harry was rushing to pick up his sons from school, his boss stopped him and invited him to a celebratory lunch. "Harry, I wanted to discuss your performance lately. We've noticed that you've been coming late for work... missing deadlines. And the quality of your work has significantly declined." Harry's heart sank, but he still wore a smile. "You got to be kidding, Mr. Adams. So what have you guys planned? To let the best game developer go?" Harry laughed. "I'm afraid, yes."
I Need This Job
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"I'm sorry, Harry. I've been getting a lot of pressure from the upper end. It's their decision, not mine. We appreciate everything you've done for us. But we don't have a choice." "Mr. Adams, please. Okay? Don't do this. I'll laugh my butt off till you tell me to stop. Please, don't do this. I need this job. I have two kids to feed. Please...." Mr. Adams' silence haunted Harry, and he couldn't believe his luck. "Alright. Thank you. You just deprived a father of his chance to feed his children." Harry kicked the chair behind him and stormed out of the pub.
I Came for the Kids
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As he disappointedly walked across the street, his phone rang. "Sara?" Harry gasped. "Harry, can we meet for a quick chat at five? You know... at the café where we first...?" Sara was sitting in the café that evening, her eyes darting around as she waited for Harry. "I was undergoing therapy. In Chicago. At a friend's place. I'm alright now. Perfectly fine! I got a job here in Boston. I'm doing pretty well." "And?" "I came to talk about the kids." "What about them?" "I came for them, Harry. I want custody."
I'll See You in Court
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"Custody?? How dare you? And you have the nerve to demand that after you left us like we didn't exist." "Harry, stop. People are watching. Stop." "You can't just disappear and then walk back into my life, demanding custody of my kids. You don't have the rights." "Of course I do! I'm their mother." "And you abandoned your kids and just disappeared? My children don't need you. They have me. They've gotten used to my ways and don't need you anymore." "That's not true. They love me, and I know that. You're a liar, Harry. I'll see you in court very soon." Sara left, leaving Harry boiling with rage.
The Verdict
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Days passed, and it was the day of the trial. Harry had learned to cook well and did almost every chore without making a mess. He ironed their uniform, packed their bags, and did the dishes. He found time to balance his new freelance video editing gig and the kids. In the courtroom, both sides presented their case. Sara admitted Harry had never laid hands on them or come home drunk, but explained she had suffered a nervous breakdown. Two hours later, the verdict was announced, and Sara was granted custody of the kids. "Mr. Wills, you'll have the right to visit your children two days a week. You're required to pay $860 as support to your children every month. This case is now closed."
We Want Mommy and Daddy
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It was a pleasant Sunday morning as Harry watched his kids pack their favorite Lego toys into a cardboard box. "Daddy, are we not going to live as one happy family like we used to? With Mommy?" Harry hugged his kids, trying his best not to cry. A loud knock came at the door. "Hey!" Harry smiled at Sara. "Come in." "Mommy! Mommy!" the boys ran to her. Just as Sara held the boys' hands and turned around to leave, she stopped. "You're just tearing us apart," spoke Cody, as he let go of Sara's hand and bolted to his father. "We want Mommy and Daddy," added Sonny. Harry gently brushed his children's hair with his fingers and hugged them tighter. Sara could no longer hold herself back. She bolted in their direction and hugged them, the embrace lasting for a few minutes before she looked Harry in the eyes. Our writers created this story as a dramatized version inspired by real events. Names, details, and some scenes may have been changed for storytelling purposes.
