I thought Mark and I had it all—seven years of marriage, a beautiful daughter named Sophie, and a life that felt complete. But everything changed the night of his promotion party.
As we mingled, Sophie tugged my sleeve and pointed at one of his coworkers. “Mommy, that’s the lady with the worms!” she said. Confused, I asked what she meant. “From her bed,” she whispered. “Daddy said not to tell you.”
She was pointing at Tina—the woman I’d quietly suspected for a while.
Mark tried to cover it up, saying Sophie saw hair curlers and that it was all innocent. But why was our daughter ever in Tina’s bedroom?
The next day, I casually approached Tina and brought it up. She gave a sly smile and said, “I was wondering when you’d figure it out.”
That was all I needed.
I filed for divorce. Mark didn’t argue. Now, it’s just Sophie and me—and life is finally peaceful, without lies or “worms.”
