A cheap travel toothbrush fell out of my husband’s suit pocket, and my first thought was he was cheating. He always said his long hours and late nights were for us and our future. But that toothbrush shattered everything.
When he left for another “urgent project,” I followed his car. Instead of an office or hotel, he drove into a quiet neighborhood and entered a small house. My heart dropped.
At a cracked window, I heard voices. Inside, he sat at a table with a little girl—about six—eating cereal. An older woman was there too. The girl looked up and said, “Thanks, Daddy.”
He wasn’t with another woman. He had another family. A daughter. A life I never knew about.
Everything he told me—his long hours, his future plans—was a lie. I thought we were building a family together. But he already had one. And I was just living a secret life I never knew existed.