I thought I knew my wife. Ten years of marriage, a beautiful daughter, and a life we’d built together from nothing. Then one afternoon, my five-year-old mentioned someone called “the new daddy,” and suddenly I was staring at a stranger wearing my wife’s face, wondering how long she’d been lying to me.
I met Sophia 10 years ago at a friend’s birthday party, and I swear, the moment I saw her standing by that window with a glass of wine in her hand, laughing at some joke I couldn’t hear, I knew my life was about to change.
A woman drinking a glass of wine | Source: Pexels
She had this energy about her — confident, magnetic, the kind of woman who could walk into any room and own it without even trying. Me? I was just an awkward IT engineer who could barely string two sentences together at parties.