I thought marriage would bring us closer, but instead, we drifted apart. Silence filled our mornings, distance grew between us. Then, one day, a forgotten phone and a single message shattered my world: “Hi, Daddy.” A name I didn’t recognize.
A word that changed everything. I had to know the truth—no matter the cost. I had married Danny not long ago, but soon after, everything changed.
It wasn’t something I could explain easily—just a slow, steady shift in the way we were with each other. We talked about everything. Now, we barely spoke.
Before the wedding, we had never lived together. Spending nights at each other’s places had felt like an adventure, something temporary and exciting. But living together—really living together—was different.
It meant seeing each other at our worst, dealing with messy schedules, and facing problems we never had to before. I didn’t know how to fix things. Some days, I wanted to try, to reach out, to ask Danny if he felt it too.
But I never did. I was afraid of the answer. I was constantly irritated, snapping over little things, and I hated it.
I hated how I was becoming someone I didn’t even recognize. That morning was like all the others. No good morning kiss.
No casual conversation. We each grabbed something quick for breakfast and got ready in silence. Danny was out the door first, barely looking at me as he left.
I sighed, reaching for my purse when I saw it—his phone sitting on the kitchen counter. I picked it up, turning it in my hands. I would just drop it off on my way to work.
No big deal. But as I lifted it, the screen lit up with a message. Hi, Daddy.
The message was from someone named Martha. My stomach dropped. My hands trembled.
I stared at the words, my breath catching in my throat. Who was Martha? And why was she calling my husband Daddy?
I was afraid he wouldn’t tell me the truth. I erased the message from the screen. If Danny saw it, he would know I had read it.
If he was hiding something, I wanted to catch him off guard. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grabbed my keys and left the house. Driving to his office, my heart pounded so hard it hurt.
Danny had always stayed late at work—even when we were dating. I used to admire his dedication. Now, I wasn’t sure if he was really working late… or if he was with her.
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