I thought I had left the past behind. After my husband John left me for my best friend Lisa, I focused on rebuilding my life with my twin daughters, Emma and Lily. We moved to a new town, and for a while, things seemed to be getting better.

But then, the twins began coming home from school unusually quiet. Their usual laughter was replaced with sullen silence. I brushed it off until their teacher, Mrs. Turner, called to inform me they had been arriving late to school every day.

I was alarmed. How could they be late when I saw them get on the bus? Determined to find out, I followed the bus one morning. To my shock, it didn’t stop at the school but continued to an abandoned parking lot. Lisa was there, waiting for them.

Emma and Lisa coming home from school with serious faces | Source: Midjourney

When I confronted her, Lisa revealed John was dying and had begged to see his daughters one last time. Despite the anger and betrayal, I couldn’t deny the truth. Lisa and John’s actions had been deceitful, but they were driven by desperation.

I told Lisa that any future visits would be on my terms. I agreed to let the girls see their father but demanded transparency from then on. I reassured Emma and Lily that we’d face this together, but the sadness of the past and the new betrayal lingered heavily in my heart.

As I watched Lisa drive away with my daughters, I felt a mix of relief and sorrow. The truth was out, but the scars of betrayal were still fresh. Forgiveness might come someday, but for now, the wounds were too deep.