Occasionally, I noticed an unfamiliar woman’s perfume on his shirt.
One evening, I found a small pink hair clip beneath the passenger seat of his car.
“Whose is this?” I asked.
Robert hesitated.
“Probably Emily’s.”
But my daughter had never worn anything like it. I began to suspect my husband was having an affair.
What I couldn’t understand was why our daughter seemed to be involved in his secret.
Last Sunday, Emily unexpectedly walked into my bedroom. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
“Mom, I can’t keep quiet anymore.”
She sat beside me and handed me her phone.
A bank account was open on the screen.
$183,450.
I stared at the number in disbelief.
“Emily, where did you get all this money?”
She lowered her head.
“Dad has been transferring it to me. For five years.”
My heart began pounding.
“What for?”
My daughter burst into tears.