I thought my marriage was solid. Ten years together, a daughter we adored, and a life built through long hours, shared sacrifices, and the belief that we were on the same team. Then one Thursday afternoon, my five-year-old asked a question that cracked everything open: “Daddy, why didn’t the new daddy pick me up today?” Those words didn’t just catch me off guard — they hollowed me out. But let me start where it began. I met Sophia at a friend’s birthday party a decade ago. She was the kind of woman who made a room feel smaller just by being in it — confident, bright, the center of gravity without even trying. I was an awkward IT guy who avoided parties unless someone dragged me there. Somehow, she ended up talking to me, and somehow, I managed not to embarrass myself. One conversation turned into a date. A year later, we were married by a quiet lake, both of us convinced we’d found our person….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW