Chapter 3
I drove home that night.
Three hours alone in the dark.
My face was streaked with tears. My hands still shook on the wheel.
I thought about Lily. Our seven-year-old daughter. The light of my life.
She was staying with my parents for the weekend. Safe. Happy. Unaware that her world was about to change forever.
I thought about the life Daniel and I had built.
Ten years of marriage. A house. A family. Dreams we'd shared.
And all of it—lies.
I pulled into the driveway and sat in the car for a long time.
I could go inside. Pretend nothing had happened. Try to fix it.
Or I could face the truth.
I turned off the engine.
I went inside.
And I started collecting evidence.
Every credit card statement. Every email. Every text message where he'd claimed to be working late. Every photo of "business dinners" that now looked like lies.
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I put it all in a folder.
And I called a lawyer.
