Searching for Answers
I called everyone—her friends, her parents, her coworkers.
No one had seen her.
“Kevin, she told us she needed space,” her mother said, sounding neutral.
Space? She had a family.
Then, I learned something even more unsettling.
“She quit two weeks ago,” one of her coworkers admitted.
Two weeks.
While we planned movie nights. While she kissed Alice goodnight. While she smiled at me over breakfast.
She had been planning to leave us.
That night, Alice clung to my side, unwilling to let go.
“Daddy, Mom’s coming back, right?”
I forced a smile. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But I promise I’ll always be here for you.”
A Shocking Discovery
The next morning, I checked our bank account. Her portion? Nearly wiped clean.
Her social media? Deleted.
I even went to the authorities, but there wasn’t much they could do.
“She’s an adult, sir. She left voluntarily,” the officer explained.
“She left her child,” I argued.
“She ensured her daughter was safe. That’s not considered abandonment.”
I walked out feeling overwhelmed with questions.
And then, exactly seven days after she left—
I turned on the TV.
And my world changed.
The Woman on the Screen
Alice and I were having dinner on the couch, the television playing in the background. I wasn’t paying attention—until Alice grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels.
Then, suddenly, there she was.
Bright stage lights. A microphone in hand.
Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders.
Laurel.
My wife.
The mother of my child.
Alice gasped. “Mommy?”
The announcer’s voice rang out:
“Next up, we have a woman who put her dreams on hold for years! But tonight, she’s finally taking her shot. Give it up for Laurel!”
The audience erupted in applause.
And then—she began to sing.
Her voice was raw. Powerful. Full of emotion.
The judges looked impressed. The crowd cheered.
And all I could do was sit there, stunned, as realization hit me.
Laurel had never truly been ours.
She had played the role—wife, mother, homemaker. But deep down, she had always wanted something else.
And I had never even known.
“Why Didn’t You Just Tell Me?”
The performance ended. One of the judges leaned forward.
“Laurel, what made you decide to pursue this now?”
She hesitated, then smiled.
“Because I realized if I didn’t chase my dreams now, I never would. It’s one thing to be a wife and mom. But it’s another thing to let your dreams slip away. I couldn’t do it anymore.”
I turned off the TV.
Alice looked up at me, confused. “Daddy? Why did Mommy leave?”
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t tell her the full truth—not yet.
So I kissed her forehead. “Because Mommy wanted to follow her dreams.”
Letting Go
That night, after tucking Alice in, my phone buzzed.
A text.
I know you saw it.
Laurel.
I stared at the message, then typed back:
Why didn’t you just tell me?
Her response was almost instant.
Because I knew you’d try to stop me.
At that moment, I understood.
I could have argued. I could have pleaded.
But for the first time, I saw the truth.
Laurel had never wanted the life we had built. She wanted something different.
And I was never going to be enough.
So, I did the one thing she never expected.
I let her go.
Blocked her number. Filed for sole custody.
And we moved forward.
The Only Thing That Mattered
The next morning, Alice sat on the counter, kicking her feet as I made waffles.
“Daddy?” she asked softly. “Mommy’s not coming back, is she?”
I stilled. Then, I exhaled.
“No, sweetheart. She’s not.”
Her little fingers traced patterns in the flour dusted on the counter.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Never.”
“Do you still love Mommy?”
I hesitated.
“I do. But I love you more.”
She smiled. “Can we have extra chocolate sauce?”
I grinned. “With extra ice cream.”
And just like that, the kitchen felt full again.
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