everything will be ruined.”
I pulled my hand away.
“You’ve been lying to me for three months! You’ve made $18,000 disappear, and now I find you dressed like this! What is going on?”
My husband suddenly dropped to his knees.
For the first time in my life, I watched that proud, rough man break down and cry like a child.
“Mary, I’m begging you, don’t tell the children anything. If they find out what I’ve been doing, they’ll never want to call me their father again.”
I snatched the black handbag from his hands and opened it.
Inside were bundles of cash, a pink ribbon, and a photograph of a little girl.
On the back of the photograph, someone had written:
“To my dear Daddy. Please don’t leave me alone again this time.”
I stared at my husband in horror.
“John, whose child is this? Have you been
