He Left His Daughter With Grandma and Disappeared. Ten Years Later, He Returned—But They Were Gone Without a Trace.
Nicholas Dakkar thought he had it all figured out. After his wife Sandra died, he barely waited a heartbeat before starting over. A new woman, a new life, a clean break.
Only… he forgot one thing.
His ten-year-old daughter.
To make his getaway easier, he dropped Paige off with his aging mother, Doris. Said it was temporary. “Just three weeks, Mom. Donna and I need time. Paige has been… difficult.”
Doris bit her tongue. Paige wasn’t difficult—she was grieving. Mourning her mother while watching her father rewrite their life in real-time with a stranger. Still, she agreed to keep Paige. Because someone had to put that little girl first.
Nicholas left with a wave, a kiss on Paige’s head, and a promise to return on August 27th.
He never did.
The number he gave Doris was disconnected. His old house was sold. His social media went dark. Just… gone. As if fatherhood had been a phase he could shed like an old coat.
But Doris—who had once raised him alone—raised his daughter too.
She turned sixty caring for a child again. She went back to work, clipped coupons, and did whatever it took to make sure Paige didn’t feel abandoned by everyone. She promised her granddaughter:
“He will regret this one day. He will come back. And when he does, he’ll find we’re not here.”
And that’s exactly what happened.
Ten years passed.
Nicholas came crawling back. But instead of Paige’s giggles or Doris’s warm kitchen, he was greeted by dust and silence. The house was abandoned. Weeds choked the yard. The windows were boarded shut like even they didn’t want to see him.
He knocked on the neighbor’s door. She opened it, startled.
“Oh,” she said coolly. “So you’re alive.”
Nicholas gave a sheepish grin, expecting sympathy. Instead, he got a glare.
“You don’t deserve to know where they went. But since I know you’ll sniff around anyway… Doris lives with Paige now. She’s married. Happy. And they don’t need you.”
The woman slammed the door.
Still, Nicholas got the address. Of course he did. He always found a way to show up when it was convenient for him.
What he didn’t expect was a mansion.
He blinked at the grand estate. Gated, manicured, elegant. The kind of place he used to dream about owning—back when he gambled away what little savings he had chasing status.
The maid who opened the door barely concealed her distaste.
“Mrs. Dakkar or Mrs. Henderson?” she asked, arching a brow. “Please wait in the lounge.”
Nicholas sat awkwardly on a velvet couch, hands clammy. He tried to guess the value of the furniture. He’d never seen wealth like this—not up close.
And then Paige entered.
Grown now. Composed. Beautiful. And entirely unmoved.
“Paige,” he gasped. “My baby…”
She didn’t blink.
“What do you want?”
“I came to see you. And Grandma. I’ve missed you both.”
Before she could respond, Doris entered. Elegant, silver-haired, and glowing with the quiet power of a woman who’d rebuilt her life from ashes.
Nicholas tried again.
“I was hoping for a warm welcome.”
Doris gave a sad smile. “Funny. We waited years for a warm goodbye.”
He sputtered excuses. “Donna… she pushed me… she said she’d leave…”
“Did she?” Doris asked calmly. “Or did the money run out and she left you first?”
Nicholas’s face twisted. “You’ve done well for yourselves,” he muttered. “Maybe you could help me out. I’m struggling…”
Paige stepped forward, voice like ice.
“Help? You think we owe you something?”
“I’m still your father,” he said.
She tilted her head. “No. You were our lesson.”
Then, almost reluctantly, she reached into the desk drawer and retrieved a set of old house keys and a sealed envelope.
“There’s five thousand dollars. It’s a one-time gift. For Grandma Doris’s sake—not yours.”
She handed it to him like she was handing over a receipt.
“You can keep the house. What you do with it is up to you. But don’t come back.”
Nicholas opened his mouth, but before he could reply, the maid returned.
“Sir, this way please.”
She didn’t wait for him to stand. She just turned, expecting obedience.
Nicholas followed her to the door. Outside, he stood on the steps, envelope in hand, looking back at the life that could’ve been his.
But inside, Paige was already laughing with Doris over tea. The air was warm, safe, and his absence no longer echoed in their lives.
As he sat behind the wheel of his rusted car, Nicholas muttered, “There’s no gratitude in this world.”
But deep down, he knew the truth:
He hadn’t been forgotten.
He’d been replaced—by love, by loyalty, by the people he thought he could leave behind.
