I thought my husband and I would be together forever. But a secret he never meant to share was exposed—by our four-year-old daughter.Mark and I were married for seven years. I was 34, a freelance graphic designer. We were the couple everyone admired—connected, affectionate, seemingly perfect. After years of trying, we had our miracle daughter, Sophie. Life felt whole.

Then came his promotion party.Sophie and I joined him at the celebration. While chatting with another guest, Sophie tugged on my sleeve and said loudly, “Look, Mommy! That’s the lady with the worms!” I was confused until she added, “In her house. I saw them on her bed. Daddy said not to tell you—you’d be upset.”

She was pointing at Tina, a woman from Mark’s office I’d always been suspicious of.Later, I confronted Mark. He claimed Sophie saw hair curlers and that the visit was innocent. But why keep it a secret? Why was our daughter anywhere near Tina’s bedroom?His shaky answers only confirmed my fears.

The next day, I met Tina under a false pretense. When I brought up Sophie’s visit, she smiled and said, “I was wondering when you’d figure it out. He said once you were gone, we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.”I looked at her and said, “He’s all yours.”

I quietly filed for divorce. Mark didn’t fight it. He moved in with Tina soon after. Now, Sophie refuses to visit when Tina’s around, and Mark looks miserable during drop-offs.As for me? I sleep soundly. I’ve picked up painting again, redecorated Sophie’s room, and reclaimed peace.One night, Sophie asked, “Why doesn’t Daddy live with us?”I answered, “Because he lied about the worms.”She hugged me tightly and whispered, “I’m glad we have no worms.”Me too, baby. Me too.”