I thought I knew everything about my marriage — until one ordinary Thursday turned my world upside down.
For ten years, my wife Sophia and I had built a life together. We had our ups and downs, like any couple, but nothing that made me question the foundation of what we had. We had a cozy home, steady jobs, and the brightest part of our lives — our five-year-old daughter, Lizzy.
That afternoon, Sophia called me sounding rushed.
“Hey, I can’t pick up Lizzy today,” she said. “There’s a last-minute meeting at work. Can you get her?”
Of course, I said yes. I didn’t mind — I loved picking Lizzy up from school. Seeing her run toward me with open arms was the best part of my day.
When she saw me that day, she shouted, “Daddy!” and hugged me tightly. Everything felt right — until she said something that stopped my heart.
“Daddy, why didn’t the new daddy pick me up like he usually does?”
For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. I laughed nervously and asked, “Who’s the new daddy, sweetheart?”
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