He continued, his voice firm, filled with conviction.
“I heard what your mother said. I stayed silent because I needed to think. But now I know one thing—my daughter will not sacrifice her happiness for a man who broke his vows. You are not staying with a cheater. Not while I’m alive.”
My eyes filled with tears—the kind that come when someone finally sees your pain.
With my father’s help, I filed for divorce. He attended every meeting, every court date, sitting beside me like a shield I never knew I needed. My mother eventually apologized, and though it took time, she too began to support my decision.
Now, we live in that same apartment—my son and I. It’s small, but every corner is filled with peace. Every morning feels lighter. Every night feels safe.
I am happier than I’ve been in years.
Thank you, Dad. You didn’t just save me. You reminded me I was worth saving.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
