My 5-Year-Old Daughter Stayed with My MIL for the Weekend — Then Told Me, ‘My Brother Lives at Grandma’s, but It’s a Secret’

I didn’t sleep that night.

I lay awake beside Evan, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what Sophie had said. Every explanation I came up with felt worse than the last.

Did my husband cheat on me? Was there a child I didn’t know about?

Had Helen been hiding something this whole time?

The questions circled endlessly.

I replayed our entire relationship in my head. Eight years of marriage. The way he looked at me on our wedding day.

How he cried the night Sophie was born. Every moment suddenly felt like it might be hiding something.

And the worst part? I couldn’t ask him.

Because what if the answer destroyed everything?

The next few days were torture.

I moved through our routines like a ghost. Made breakfast. Packed Sophie’s lunch.

Smiled at Evan when he kissed me goodbye. My mind screamed questions I couldn’t voice.

Sophie didn’t bring it up again, but I’d catch her setting toys aside when she thought I wasn’t looking.

“What are you doing, sweetie?”

Every time she said it, something inside me cracked a little more.

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