She looked surprised, then sad. “I’m his daughter,” she said. My brain couldn’t process it. She explained that her mother had dated my husband before we met, and she hadn’t known about the pregnancy until recently. She just wanted to meet her father and his grandchildren, nothing more.

My anger dissolved into confusion and sadness. Just then, my husband walked in, pale, as he saw us together. I didn’t yell; only questions filled my mind.Now, I’m left with mixed emotions—relieved it wasn’t an affair, but still processing this unexpected revelation. Life never stops surprising me, even at my age.