My husband, Daniel, started working late every Friday, always with vague “school duties.”

Our cozy nights vanished. Then one evening, his phone buzzed—and the name “Jessie” flashed on the screen.

A photo of a pretty woman in a school shirt confirmed it: Jason’s teacher.

I panicked. My best friend, Lana, had a wild idea—pretend to be a school janitor and get the truth firsthand. One party wig, a fake badge,

and a borrowed mop later, I was Kacey the cleaner.

. Nerves wrecked me, but I made it through the day… until I saw Daniel entering Jessie’s classroom.

I crept closer, ready for heartbreak. Then I heard a child’s voice—Jason’s! He had forgotten something, and in the chaos, my wig slipped. Jason stared. “Mom?!”

Caught. Daniel froze. I grabbed Jason’s hand and walked out, holding back tears. But the twist?

When I got home, ready to pack Daniel’s bags, a young girl appeared at the door—Sofia.

And behind her, Daniel. “She’s my daughter,” he admitted. “Jessie and I were together before you. She left, and now she’s back. She just wants Sofia to know her dad.

” I was furious—but I also saw the truth. He hadn’t,

betrayed me—he was just scared. Scared to tell me. Scared to shake our life We talked.

We cried. We agreed Jason deserved to know Sofia—not through secrets, but love. And Daniel?

He’s on suitcase duty for now. It’s the least he can carry.