At first, I convinced myself it had to be a mistake. But when I replied, pretending to be him, more photos followed—along with a pet name only Daniel and I had ever shared. The betrayal was undeniable. And the woman? Not a stranger. It was Madison—my closest friend for 20 years. I came home quietly, hiding the storm inside me. The kids told me they had barely seen their dad while I was gone—he had sent them off to sleepovers. Everything fell into place.
