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For ten years you believed your life was perfect. Simon was the husband anyone would dream of having. Loving. Attentive. Always there. You never argued. He never gave you any reason to distrust him. And together you had built the most important thing in your lives: Yaneth.

That's why you never checked his phone. You never needed to.

The afternoon passes peacefully. You're sitting next to Simon on the sofa while Yaneth plays on her phone a few steps away. Everything seems normal.

Until you hear his voice.

"Mom." You look up.

The little girl runs towards you, holding the phone in her small hands. "Who is this lady?"

Simon stiffens. Just for a moment. But you notice it.

"Come here, princess. Let me see."

You try to take the phone, but Yaneth shakes her head and moves closer to you. "Look."

You pick up your phone. Messages. Photos. Hearts. Your stomach sinks.

"It's not what it looks like," Simon says too quickly.

But Yaneth speaks again before you can answer. "Dad tells her 'I love you'."

Silence fills the room. "And there are many messages."

"Yaneth..." Simon warns.

The girl frowns, confused. "Why are you angry?" Then she points to a photograph. An unfamiliar woman. Two children. And Simon smiling beside them. "Why do those children call you Dad too?"

For ten years you believed your life was perfect. Simon was the husband anyone would dream of having. Loving. Attentive. Always there. You never argued. He never gave you any reason to distrust him. And together you had built the most important thing in your lives: Yaneth.

That's why you never checked his phone. You never needed to.

The afternoon passes peacefully. You're sitting next to Simon on the sofa while Yaneth plays on her phone a few steps away. Everything seems normal.

Until you hear his voice.

"Mom." You look up.

The little girl runs towards you, holding the phone in her small hands. "Who is this lady?"

Simon stiffens. Just for a moment. But you notice it.

"Come here, princess. Let me see."

You try to take the phone, but Yaneth shakes her head and moves closer to you. "Look."

You pick up your phone. Messages. Photos. Hearts. Your stomach sinks.

"It's not what it looks like," Simon says too quickly.

But Yaneth speaks again before you can answer. "Dad tells her 'I love you'."

Silence fills the room. "And there are many messages."

"Yaneth..." Simon warns.

The girl frowns, confused. "Why are you angry?" Then she points to a photograph. An unfamiliar woman. Two children. And Simon smiling beside them. "Why do those children call you Dad too?"