Father’s Day was supposed to be my day — until my five-year-old, Lily, asked to invite her “real dad” to dinner. Her innocent words shattered my world. She explained he visits when I’m at work, brings her treats, and even eats my wife’s dinners.
Heartbroken but calm, I made a plan. I told Lily to secretly invite him for Father’s Day. When the day came, my so-called best friend Adam showed up — the man I trusted most. My wife Jessica froze when she saw me home early.
At dinner, Lily proudly called Adam her “real daddy.” The truth spilled out: Jess and Adam had betrayed me for years. I calmly told them to leave my house immediately. They packed and left in silence.
The next day, I filed for divorce and blocked Adam forever. A paternity test didn’t matter to me — Lily is mine, always has been. That night, she crawled into my bed and whispered, “Are you still my real daddy?” I held her close and said, “I always will be.”
