It started with a whisper — my five-year-old daughter, Lily, talking softly to her teddy bear. At first, I thought it was just innocent play, but the tone in her voice made me pause. “Don’t worry, Mommy won’t be mad,” she murmured, and something deep inside me tightened. That one small moment unraveled the illusion that my family’s life was perfect. What followed was a painful discovery that the man I trusted most had been living a double life, one my little girl had unknowingly witnessed.
