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They were together, and my daughter had been pulled into their secret without understanding what it meant. In that moment, anger wasn’t even the strongest feeling—disbelief was. The woman I loved had crossed a line that couldn’t be erased, not just by betrayal, but by putting our child in the middle of it.
I took Lizzy home that day and began the hardest chapter of my life. The months that followed were painful and exhausting, but the truth came out, and the court made its decision with my daughter’s safety in mind. I mourned the marriage I thought I had, even as I learned to rebuild life as a single parent.
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