I Found Evidence of My Husband’s Affair in My Sister’s Coat, but It Was Just the Beginning

“She told me because you disappeared for a week. She didn’t know what to do and needed someone to confide in. So, she trusted me to keep it a secret until she was ready.”

Just then, Sofia emerged from the hallway, her face still pale but determined.

“Mark,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I was terrified. I thought I’d lost you.

Max was just… someone I could trust when I didn’t know what to do.”

She glanced at me and offered a faint smile. “And, as a thank-you, I helped him pick out your necklace.”

“Oh,” I said, exhaling a sharp breath as the pieces finally came together. “I found the receipt, thought it was for Sofia, overheard about the pregnancy, and…” I winced.

“And I let my imagination run wild.”

“Mom,” Sofia added, shaking her head. “You sent Mark away without knowing any of this.”

My mother raised her hands defensively. “I didn’t know!

I just thought he needed a vacation! How was I supposed to guess all this?”

Mark crossed the room, wrapping Sofia in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry I left you in doubt,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I asked you not to tell anyone about me because I didn’t know how your mom would react. But none of that matters now. I love you, Sofia.

I want to be with you—both of you.”

Max pulled me close, his hand resting on my shoulder. “And I promise no more secrets, Lucy. Not ever.

I should have told you from the start.”

By the time we all sat back down to dinner, laughter filled the air again. The clinking of glasses and the joyful chatter returned, stronger than before. What had started as a chaotic storm of misunderstandings ended with love, honesty, and forgiveness.

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