For two days, I avoided him completely.
I ate breakfast before he woke up and dinner after he went to his study. When he tried to talk to me, I gave one-word answers and left the room.
I could see the confusion in his eyes, but I didn’t care.
Finally, he cornered me in the kitchen one afternoon when Mom was out grocery shopping. I was making tea, and suddenly he was standing in the doorway, blocking my exit.
“Chloe, what’s going on?” he asked gently. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
I gripped my mug so hard my knuckles turned white.
“Dad, are you seeing someone else?”
His face went completely pale. “What?”
“I saw you,” I said. “At Lily’s house.
With her mom. I followed you, and I saw everything. Don’t lie to me.”
He stared at me for a few minutes, like he was trying to find the right words.
Finally, he said softly, “Chloe, you don’t understand what you saw.”
“Then explain it to me!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face now.
“Explain why you’re sneaking around to see her. Explain the perfume on your clothes, the secret phone calls, and the lies!”
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