My Fiancé Abandoned Me and His Twin Daughters on Vacation, Leaving a Note: 'I Have to Disappear. Soon, You'll Understand'

When I agreed to go on vacation with my fiancé and his twin daughters, I thought we were celebrating a fresh start. Instead, I returned from the pool of the resort to a mysterious note that left me more confused than ever, and then we went home where a shocking surprise awaited.

I met Matt three years ago at a charity event. He was charming, and confident, and had this soft spot for his daughters that instantly melted my heart. Ella and Sophie, his five-year-old twins, were the sweetest little girls.

They'd lost their mother at the age of one, and Matt had done a marvelous job at raising them to be polite little girls.

I didn't have much experience with kids, but those two made it easy. They'd run up to me with school stories whenever I was around, and before I knew it, they'd wormed their way into my heart.

One evening, after a particularly long day at work, Matt showed up at my apartment with the girls in tow. They were holding handmade cards with glitter and stickers.

"We wanted to surprise you!" Ella beamed, thrusting the card into my hands. Inside, it read, "Thank you for being part of our family."

I was speechless. Up until Matt, I had dated men who were incredibly afraid of commitment. Truly. I was a magnet for those. I'd had so many bad dates that I can't even remember them all. But at that moment, looking at my boyfriend's glowing eyes and his little girls, I felt pure warmth. I loved all three of them.

That's why there was really no other answer than "YES!" when Matt proposed after a special dinner that his daughters helped prepare. My life was coming together at last, and I couldn't wait to get started, so I moved into Matt's house as soon as I could.

Then, I started the wedding planning. I had particular ideas about flowers, my dress, the girls' gowns, and the venue. I'm a type-A kind of person, so I was really in the zone, but Matt got overwhelmed after a couple of months.

"Let's take a break before the chaos hits," Matt suggested one night in our bed. "A family vacation, just the four of us. It'll be our little escape before the big day."

I wasn't eager to leave when there was so much to do, plus our work, but I agreed. He needed it badly. We booked a trip to a cozy island resort.

The first two days were magical. Ella and Sophie couldn't stop giggling as they splashed in the pool, and I loved watching them build sandcastles with Matt on the beach.

"Dorothy, look!" Sophie yelled, pointing at a sandcastle she'd decorated with shells. "Isn't it pretty?"

"It's beautiful," I told her, snapping a picture with my phone.

Matt walked up, brushing sand off his hands. "You ready for some ice cream, girls?"

"Yes!" they both screamed in unison, running ahead.

Matt slipped his arm around my shoulders. "This was a good idea. We needed this."

I leaned into him. "Yeah, we really did."

I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop because I knew most people didn't have this many picture-perfect family moments. And that came on our third afternoon at the resort.

Matt had wanted to stay back at the hotel that morning. He felt too tired, but the girls were buzzing for more time at the pool. So, I took them myself.

But by noon, Matt still hadn't come down and wasn't answering my calls, so I rounded up the girls and headed back to our room.

The girls chattered excitedly about the new friends they'd made at the pool. I barely registered their words as I unlocked the door to our room. Pushing it open, I froze.

I didn't see anything amiss immediately. But my instincts told me something was wrong. I walked deeper inside and finally noticed that Matt's suitcase was gone.

The room was perfectly polished and our beds made, meaning the cleaning service had stopped by. I went to the bathroom and only saw my things along with the girls.

His clothes, toiletries, and even his phone charger had vanished.

"Where's Daddy?" Ella asked, tugging at my hand.

My heart raced as I shook my head, and finally, on the nightstand, I spotted a note: "I have to disappear. Soon, you'll understand."

I sat down heavily on the bed, the heavy paper trembling in my hands. Disappear? What did that even mean? Was he in danger? Were we?

"Dorothy, are you okay?" Sophie whispered, her big eyes filled with worry.

I forced a smile, trying to think quickly. What would any mom do in this situation? Distract the girls.

"I'm fine, sweetie," I replied. "Let's get cleaned up and go downstairs for ice cream. Daddy is probably down there, too."

The girls cheered and went to the bathroom together. That was good. They hadn't seen my panic, and I couldn't let them. Not yet. Not until I got some answers.

But Matt was truly gone, according to a nice bellhop who saw him with bags, hailing a cab. I tried calling, being as discreet as possible, but he wasn't answering his phone either.

I finally managed to get the girls to sleep. I'd assured them that their dad had to go home early, but the lie left a bitter taste in my mouth. Alone on the balcony, I scrolled endlessly through my phone messages.

Still nothing from Matt. I started biting my nails, a habit that hadn't surfaced in years, as my mind raced. Did he get cold feet? Was there something he wasn't telling me?

Just in case, I called the front desk to ask if they'd heard from Matt. They hadn't. I left more messages on his phone. Morning came, and there was nothing to do but pack up and go home.

The plane ride was excruciating. The girls were occupied with their coloring books, thankfully.

"Are we going to see Daddy when we get home?" Ella asked.

I swallowed hard. "I'm sure we will, sweetie." I hated lying because honestly, I had no idea what we were returning to.

When we finally landed, I was exhausted. The cab ride felt way too long, and I was so tired from the previous sleepless night that I fumbled with the keys several times, trying to unlock the door to our house while balancing our bags.

"Come on, girls," I called, yawning. "We're home."

But as I stepped inside, I stopped dead in my tracks.

There, in the middle of the living room, was a bundle wrapped in a blanket. It was moving.

"What is that?" I whispered to myself.

Before I could react, the girls rushed past me.

"A puppy!" Ella squealed, dropping her backpack. "It's a puppy!"

The bundle wriggled, and a tiny St. Bernard poked its head out, tail wagging furiously. Sophie knelt down, giggling as the puppy licked her face.

"Can we keep him? Please, Dorothy?" Sophie begged, her eyes wide with excitement.

I was too stunned to answer. But then, I saw a note tucked into the puppy's forgotten blanket.

"Dorothy, I know this was sudden, and I probably acted too rashly, but let me explain. I was scrolling through my phone at the hotel when I saw my friend giving away pups online. I had to leave immediately to make sure this little guy would be ours.

Remember the story you told me about your childhood St. Bernard, Max? I couldn't pass up the chance to bring that joy back into your life, as you've brought love into our lives.

Thank you for caring so much about my daughters. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for moving right in, and thank you for accepting to be ours forever. I'm sorry I didn't explain before, but I got too excited. Please forgive me, and give Max Jr. a little pet."

I sank onto the couch, shaking my head as my whole body felt relieved. My goofy fiancé had scared me half to death! But he'd done it for a beautiful reason.

Max. I hadn't thought about him in years. When I was four, Max saved me from drowning during a family picnic. That dog was my hero, my protector. Losing him to old age had been devastating.

And now, here was Max Jr., wagging his tail and making the girls laugh.

"Dorothy, what's wrong?" Ella asked, her eyes shining.

I spoke through a thick throat. "Nothing, sweetheart. I'm just... surprised."

A few minutes later, the front door creaked open. Matt stepped inside, looking sheepish and carrying a bag of puppy supplies.

I stood up and ran to him, not knowing if I wanted to throttle him for scaring him or kiss him senselessly. Kissing him won out.

"You could've told me! Do you have any idea what I've been through?" I said, breathless after our lips parted.

"I know, and I'm sorry," Matt nodded, his arms tightening around my waist. "But I couldn't risk someone else adopting him. It had to be yesterday."

Just then, the girls ran over, Max Jr. bounding after them.

"Daddy, look! We have a puppy!" Ella beamed.

We separated, and Matt crouched down, ruffling their hair. "What do you think? Good surprise?"

"The best!" Sophie hugged him tightly.

I couldn't stay mad. Seeing the joy on the girls' faces melted my frustration. Still, I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

"You owe me big time," I warned, poking him in the chest.

Matt grinned. "Deal."

We spent the rest of the evening playing with Max Jr. He chased the girls around the yard, barking happily, and curled up on the couch with us for a movie night.

Later, the puppy joined Matt and me in our bed, where he would sleep for the rest of his wonderful, amazing life.

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