My 5-Year-Old’s Unexpected Call at Work Revealed a Shocking Truth About My Wife

My 5-Year-Old Daughter Called Me at Work: ‘Mom Left the House with Her Stuff and Told Me to Wait for You, Daddy’
Nobody ever anticipated that Kevin’s wife would go. His entire world comes crashing down, however, when his daughter, who is just five years old and terrified, contacts him at work. A mysterious note is all that remains of Laurel after she has vanished. One week later, he discovers the enormous secret that she has been keeping. Now is the time for him to confront the reality: she never desired their existence. The entire planet was her goal.

It never occurred to me that I would be the guy whose wife suddenly disappeared.

On the other hand, it is precisely what took place a week ago. Also, how did I get to know this? By means of my daughter, who is five years old.

The Tuesday was a typical Tuesday. One that you forget about before it has even come to an end. Electronic mail. Getting together. At the time, I was thinking about dinner. It was Taco Tuesday, and my wife had prepared the most delicious tacos I had ever tasted.

After then, my phone started to ring. Because I was so engrossed in spreadsheets, I was on the verge of ignoring it, but then I noticed that the caller ID was displayed.

It’s home.

A peculiar shiver ran down the back of my neck while I was sleeping. In the event that it was a serious matter, Laurel never called me at work. In most cases, she would simply send me a text message asking for the typical stuff.

Please get some bread, Kev. Thank you.

Waffles are how Alice and I feel right now. Tonight, would you like to receive some?

As I was working on my laptop, I looked up at the call.

In order to respond, I swiped.

“Hey, Laur,” I began by saying.

However, I did not hear my wife’s voice; rather, I heard a very small sound. Easily broken.

“Daddy?”

After taking a long breath, I stood up, and my chair slid backwards as I rose.

“Alice? ” Oh, my darling? Tell me why you are phoning me. Is everything in order? How is Mom doing?

“She left,” my daughter stated in a casual manner.

My heartbeat vibrated loudly in my ears.

What exactly do you mean, she was gone? What about Alice?

“She decided to take her large luggage, which is the one that Buddy likes to sleep in throughout the night. What’s more, she stole some garments.

After a little delay, Alice sniffed. The sound of Buddy the cat meowing could be heard.

“She hugged me really tight and said I should wait for you,” she continued to explain.

I clamped my hand more tightly around the phone.

“Did Mom say where she was going?”

“No,” Alice replied with a trembling voice. “Just that I should be a big girl.”

The thickness of the air in the room made it difficult to breathe.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. Exactly where you are, all right? It’s time for me to return home. Try to avoid going out onto the road. Right now, I’ll be there.”

It is difficult for me to recall whether I grabbed my keys or sprinted to the car. All I could hear was the ringing in my ears as I raced home so fast that my knuckles burned from holding the wheel so tightly.

I don’t know what the heck Laurel had done.

It was with such force that I opened the front door that it banged against the wall, causing everything to shake vigorously.

“Laurel!”

There is no sound.

The house couldn’t be right. Rather than being empty, it is hollow. What causes Laurel to suddenly abandon us? In what way could she abandon Alice?

Despite the fact that she was still wearing her pajamas, Alice was seated on the couch, hugging her stuffed rabbit.

Immediately upon recognizing me, she jumped to her feet and rushed into my chest.

She whimpered, “Daddy,” while her little fists clenched my shirt. “Daddy,” she said. “Mommy, who is she?” In what time frame will she be returning?

Her hair was tangled, so I ran my fingers through it. My throat was in pain. Moreover, I was at a loss for what to do.

Sweetheart, I’m not sure what to say. However, I am present at this moment, is that okay?

After carrying her into the kitchen, I was able to see it for the first time.

The counter was occupied by a solitary white envelope that was just sitting there. It bears my name on it all.

I put Alice down, my hands already shaking as I tore it open.

Kevin,

I can’t live like this anymore. By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. But you’ll find out what happened to me in a week. Take care of Alice. Tell her that I love her. That I’ll always love her.

Laurel

I had to read it three times before my brain accepted the words. She was not just going to leave me. It was also her departure from Alice. The door to something deep within me shattered open.

I attempted to look everywhere.

I contacted her close friends. Nobody had seen her before.

Who are her parents?

“Kevin, she told us that she needed space.”

Who are her fellow employees?

“Um… Laurel quit two weeks ago.”

Just two weeks ago? How? How come?

This had been planned by her. While eating breakfast with Alice. While petting me goodnight with a kiss. While I was preparing dinner for us, we were going to watch movies and giggle. Up until this point, my wife had been making preparations to depart from us.

Throughout the remainder of the evening, Alice remained firmly attached to me, as if she believed that if she left my side, I would also vanish.

“Daddy,” she uttered as she fiddled with her child’s meal. “Mom’s coming back, right?”

In response, I answered, “I’m not sure, sweet girl.” On the other hand, I will have to look for her tomorrow. You are free to remain with Grandma, all right?

Despite the fact that her lower lip was trembling, she pleaded, “But you’ll come back and get me?”

Certainly, I will do that. Moreover, I will take you out for ice cream. A deal?”

“Deal,” she said with a thin smile on her face. At the mere mention of ice cream, she lost the normal gleam that she gave off.

Although I was aware that it was a very small consolation, ice cream dates were our favorite thing to do together. However, even if I were only able to alleviate a small portion of her misery, I would still feel as though I had made a difference. A date between a father and his daughter was the only option. Until I had more information on Laurel.

The following day, I went to the bank to check the statement for the joint bank account that Laurel and I had. Due to the fact that we were still married, it was simple. And what do you think? She had almost completely depleted her portion of the funds.

I was searching through her social media accounts while I was sitting in the coffee shop that she frequented on occasion. However, even that was almost completely cleaned up.

Going to the police was the only other option I could think of, but it would have turned out to be a complete and utter disaster.

While I was filing a report, the policemen scarcely looked up from their desks to see what I was doing.

She is an adult, my good sir. You can’t make her come back against her will. There was no dishonesty involved. Just now, she left. That is very typical.”

“But she abandoned her child,” I stated to myself. “That’s not… normal.”

“She provided a secure atmosphere for her daughter to be in. Is that not considered a lawful act? Unless the female is vulnerable while she is with you? To which the officer responded with a raised eyebrow.

She is, without a doubt, safe! My name is her father!

That was the end of it. The only thing they had to say was that.

My life was filled with a cloud of questions that I had no answers to.

to the seventh day of the week.

My entire world came crashing down when I turned on the television.

I had the impression that Alice and I were both in need of a bit of a pick-me-up, so we were both sitting on the couch and eating takeaway. In the backdrop, there was a performance geared toward children. I wasn’t paying attention.

Then Alice began to flip through the channels on the television.

All of a sudden, she appeared before me.

Stage lights that are quite bright. In possession of a microphone. She had dark hair that fell over her shoulders in a cascade.

To Laurel.

It is Laurel, my wife. The mother of the child I have. That woman who had deserted us and left us.

I completely ceased all movement.

“Mommy?” Suddenly, Alice let out a gasp and dropped a few of her fries into the ground.

There was a loud boom of the announcer’s voice coming from the speakers.

Next up, we have a woman who, for a number of years, has given up on pursuing her aspirations! Nevertheless, she is going to finally take her injection tonight. You should give it up for Laurel!

The crowd cheered in unison.

Then, after that…

Suddenly, she began singing.

I also forgot how to breathe for a little period of time.

For seven years. I had the impression that I knew her after seven years of marriage, during which we had built a life together.

And I had never, ever heard her sing in such a manner before, not even once more.

Her tone was unfiltered. Strong in it. alive and well.

The judges appeared to be surprised. They yelled and cheered for her as she continued.

And I was unable to do anything but sit there, numb, and realize that…

In reality, she had never been mine to begin with. In no way had Laurel ever been ours. It had been several years since she had been Kevin’s wife. Because she is Alice’s mother. I am referring to the person who did things like fold laundry, pack lunches, and sit next to me on the couch at night.

However, on a deeper level?

Her desire had been for this.

In addition, I had no prior knowledge of any of it whatsoever.

After the performance was over. An individual who was a judge leaned forward.

“So, Laurel, what made you decide to do this now?”

After a moment of hesitation, Laurel smiled broadly.

I came to the realization that if I did not pursue my aspirations at this moment, I would never do so again. Being a wife and a mother is another thing entirely. It is a different matter entirely to observe the disappearance of your dreams. I was unable to continue doing it.”

I turned off the television.

What’s up, Daddy? How come Mommy went and left? Alice questioned me while pulling on my sleeve.

My eyes were fixed on the black screen. But I was unable to tell her the truth. What do you mean? I was aware that she needed to be aware of it, but… right now.

As a result, I kissed her on head.

“Because Mommy wanted to fly,” I explained to myself.

I got into bed that night after I had finished putting Alice to bed, making certain that her night light was still on and that she was surrounded by her stuffed animals.

The ringer on my phone.

An unidentified number sent a text message.

I am aware that you witnessed it.

Undoubtedly, that is Laurel.

As I responded, I had my chest tightening up as I stared at the message.

Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on?

Getting back to me took her some time.

After that…

Because I was aware that you would make an effort to prevent me from doing it.

As for that? That was the instant when I realized. I had the ability to fight. Have the ability to beg. Was able to make an effort to bring her back home.

All of a sudden, however, I became aware of the reality.

I don’t think Laurel ever desired the life that we had. The entire planet was her goal. In addition, I was never going to be sufficient. As a result, I did the one thing that she had not anticipated.

Then I let her go.

I placed a request for exclusive custody, and I banned her phone number. After that, we continued on. Or attempted to do so.

Why is it that, when all is said and done?

It is only fair that Alice has a mother who genuinely desires to be one. Moreover, I am deserving of a partner who does not consider family to be a burden.

It’s possible that Laurel has achieved her goal. However, we were able to achieve our independence.

But I was still required to disclose everything to Alice.

At the same time that the waffle iron hissed, Alice was sitting on the counter and stomping her feet. The aroma of butter and vanilla filled the inside of the kitchen, bringing a sense of warmth to the area that had been lacking something else.

Her voice was quiet as she questioned, “Daddy?” as she watched me pour syrup into a bowl.

“Mommy’s not coming back, is she?”

I came to a halt, and my hold on the syrup bottle became more firm before becoming more relaxed. What is the best way for me to tell this young girl the truth?

“No, sweetheart,” I confirmed in a soft voice. “She’s not.”

A design was imprinted by Alice in the flour that had been dusted on the counter.

“Did I do something wrong?”

It is not. I never. There was no reason for Mommy to leave you. Even I had nothing to do with it. She was able to select the dream that she had. Nevertheless, this does not imply that she did not love you.

Alice gave a slight nod.

“Do you still love Mommy?”

I was hesitant.