What We Chose
I didn’t annul the marriage.
But Serena? She’s gone from my life without a backward glance.
That afternoon, I sat Natalie down. I told her just enough for her to understand without shattering her innocence. “Daddy didn’t cheat,” I said gently. “Someone made a bad choice, but it’s not the kind that breaks a family.”
That evening, Richard showed up—not with flowers, but with Natalie’s forgotten stuffed bunny. He apologized directly to her, looking her in the eye.
“I never want you to doubt my love, Nat.”
She hugged him fiercely. “Good. Because I don’t want a new Daddy.”
We are not perfect. But that day taught me something: sometimes the cracks in a relationship aren’t there to break it apart. They’re there to prove whether it can hold.
And ours, somehow, held.
