When her daughter shows strange behavior, Jennifer becomes very worried. Eventually, Emma shares a secret — she found a box of her father’s hidden things.
My daughter, Emma, has always been full of joy, wearing bright colors and drawing unicorns and butterflies.
But lately, she has changed. She has been quiet, not eating well, and prefers to sit outside by herself.
At first, I didn’t think much about it because Emma often goes through different phases. But then, her teacher, Mrs. Silverton, called me in for a meeting. Even though Emma was just in kindergarten, the school made sure to check in with parents.
“I didn’t want to alarm you, Jennifer, but there’s something concerning happening with Emma.”
She showed me a yellow folder with drawings by Emma — all dark and scary.
I drove home from the school feeling worried. I knew something was off with Emma, but I didn’t think it was this serious.
Later, while making noodles for dinner, I decided to talk to Emma about it.
“Sweetheart,” I said. “I met with Mrs. Silverton today.”
“Really? Why?” she asked, looking curious.
“She talked about the new drawings you’ve been making and how different they are from before.”
Emma stared at her bowl of noodles, twirling her fork. She didn’t say anything.
Finally, she spoke up.
“I found Daddy’s secret,” she said softly.
“What secret, honey?” I asked her.
“Come, I’ll show you, Momma,” she replied, jumping up from the table.
My husband, William, lives with Emma and me part-time because of his job. Sometimes, he has to work away from home and stays in a rented apartment.
When Emma led me to William’s home office, I wondered what she had discovered.
I watched as she opened the top drawer of William’s desk and took out an old box.
“I saw this when I was looking for crayons,” she explained.
Emma handed me the box and then ran to her room.
When I looked inside, my heart sank.
Inside were photos of William hugging another woman and three kids, aged between two and seven years old.
My feelings shifted from shock to betrayal to heartbreak.
Under the photos was a small notebook filled with numbers. It looked just like my notebook with emergency numbers.
I knew I had to confront William, but I wasn’t sure how to handle everything. I just knew Emma needed stability; this was affecting her.
I put everything back in the box and placed it on the desk.
As I left the room, I saw Emma in the hallway, her eyes wide with worry.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I said. “I promise everything will be just fine.”
I dropped Emma off at school and went back home. I looked at the little notebook again and called Mia, the woman in the photos. I pretended to be their son’s teacher.
Even though I felt betrayed, it was easy to talk thanks to William’s notebook.
“Hold on,” Mia said. “I’ll get William.”
I heard William’s voice on the phone, confirming my worst fears. I hung up immediately.
As the hours passed and time to pick up Emma got closer, I needed answers before I saw her.
I called Mia again and told her everything.
She was just as shocked as I was and said she didn’t know about Emma and me.
Next, I called my lawyer — I needed to end my marriage to William. Emma deserved better. Mia deserved better, and I deserved better too.
A few weeks later, Mia came over, and we talked for hours. We discovered that William had used both of us, keeping our families apart to hide the truth.
My lawyer helped both of us get justice. We also wanted the kids to know each other as siblings since they were siblings, no matter what.
In the end, we joined forces against a man who had lied to us, revealing a story more complicated than any soap opera.
My lawyer made sure we received alimony from William — though we could never understand how he had managed to marry both of us and keep it a secret for so long.
I also got Emma into therapy to help her heal from this difficult e
