I confronted John, who admitted the woman was a “friend.” I couldn’t believe it. The damage—to our daughter, to our trust—was already done.
I told him I was leaving. The next morning, I packed our things and took Lila. I filed for divorce and gave Dave a thank-you note for his honesty.
Now, in our temporary apartment, I watch Lila laugh again. It hurts, but I know I made the right choice. John showed me who he really was, and I chose to protect my daughter—and myself.