My Daughter’s Outburst at a Corporate Party Uncovered a Truth I Wasn’t Ready For

Mark and I, married seven years, seemed perfect. I, a 34-year-old freelance designer, cherished our daughter, Sophie, our miracle. But at Mark’s promotion party, Sophie’s words shattered everything: “That’s the lady with the worms!” She pointed at Tina, Mark’s coworker, describing “worms” on her bed during a visit with Mark, who told her to keep it secret. His excuse—curlers, an innocent visit—crumbled under scrutiny. Why was Sophie in Tina’s

bedroom? Why lie? Suspicions I’d ignored surged back. Confronting Tina, her smirk and words, “I was wondering when you’d figure it out,” confirmed the betrayal. Mark’s flimsy defenses only deepened the rift. I filed for divorce quietly; he didn’t contest. Now, Sophie and I live free of deceit, finding peace. A child’s innocent words exposed a truth I couldn’t ignore, teaching me that trust, once broken, can’t be patched with lies. We’re rebuilding, stronger, together.