But Emily wasn’t smiling.
After that, my husband began spending even more time away from home. Sometimes he wouldn’t return until eleven at night.Get Marriage Tips
Occasionally, I noticed an unfamiliar woman’s perfume on his shirt.
One evening, I found a small pink hair clip beneath the passenger seat of his car.
“Whose is this?” I asked.
Robert hesitated.
“Probably Emily’s.”
But my daughter had never worn anything like it. I began to suspect my husband was having an affair.Get Marriage Tips
What I couldn’t understand was why our daughter seemed to be involved in his secret.
Last Sunday, Emily unexpectedly walked into my bedroom. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
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