I thought Jacob was my second chance at happiness after widowhood. He adored my daughter Maggie and helped heal our broken hearts. But everything changed when Maggie hesitantly told me about the “secret game” New-Dad played with a strange woman in our basement.
Jacob’s explanation—that she was just a designer—seemed plausible when he showed me the renovated space. But why make my six-year-old keep it secret?
My investigation revealed the horrifying truth: Jacob’s “designer” was actually his longtime girlfriend. They’d been using my home for their trysts while plotting to take advantage of my widow’s stability.
The moment I watched them kissing on hidden camera footage, my heart shattered—but my resolve hardened. I kicked them both out that night.
As Maggie happily licked an ice cream cone the next day, she gave me unexpected wisdom: “I didn’t like New-Dad much anyway.” Her innocent honesty had saved us from a life built on lies.
