My 5-Year-Old Started Wearing My Wife’s Heels and Lipstick — But Her Innocent Game Exposed the Lie She’d Been Hiding

I dropped the phone.

Suddenly, Lily’s words made horrible sense.
The “other house.”
“The man there doesn’t know about me.”

I felt my legs give out as I sank to the floor. Julia hadn’t been cheating — not in the way I’d feared. But she had been lying, hiding a truth so big it made my stomach churn.

When she came home that night, I was waiting for her in the living room, the adoption documents printed out on the table.

She stopped cold when she saw them. “Where did you get those?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I said quietly. “You have another child, Julia. Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “I wanted to. I tried. But every time I thought about it, I panicked. I didn’t want you to see me differently.”

“Differently?” I snapped. “You hid a child from me!”

She sat down, trembling. “Before I met you, I was twenty-three, broke, and completely alone. I got pregnant after a short relationship. The father left, and I couldn’t do it on my own. My parents convinced me to put the baby up for adoption. It broke me. I thought I’d never recover.”Continue reading…