After three years of silence, my ex-husband, Leo, suddenly said he wanted to reconnect with our daughter, Lily. He claimed he regretted leaving and wanted to spend the weekend with her to “make things right.” I was hesitant, but I agreed — for Lily’s sake. She missed him deeply. The weekend seemed perfect. He sent pictures of her smiling at the park, laughing at a show — like the dad she always dreamed of.
Then came Sunday. My sister called, furious: “Did you see what he did with Lily?” I hadn’t — until she sent me a photo from Instagram. There was Leo… getting married to his mistress. And in the middle, dressed as a flower girl? My daughter. He never told me. Never asked permission. He lied and used her as a prop for his Instagram-perfect wedding. I drove straight to the venue. Lily saw me and ran into my arms, whispering, “Can we go home now?” One of the bridesmaids exposed everything: it was all planned. They tricked me into letting him take her. I left with Lily. No screaming. No more chances. Just the truth in full view — and the door closing behind us. Leo won’t see his daughter again until he learns what being a father really means.