Caught. Daniel froze. I grabbed Jason’s hand and walked out, holding back tears. But the twist? When I got home, ready to pack Daniel’s bags, a young girl appeared at the door—Sofia. And behind her, Daniel. “She’s my daughter,” he admitted. “Jessie and I were together before you. She left, and now she’s back. She just wants Sofia to know her dad.” I was furious—but I also saw the truth. He hadn’t,
betrayed me—he was just scared. Scared to tell me. Scared to shake our life We talked. We cried. We agreed Jason deserved to know Sofia—not through secrets, but love. And Daniel? He’s on suitcase duty for now. It’s the least he can carry.