My Daughter and the Neighbor’s Daughter Look like Sisters – I Thought My Husband Was Cheating, but the Truth Was Much Worse

“Reminiscing…” he repeated, frowning slightly as he glanced over my shoulder at the photo album on my lap.

I could see the questions in his eyes. Questions he didn’t ask. Just like I didn’t ask about the growing distance between us, or why he always changed the subject when I mentioned our new neighbors.

Days turned into weeks, and my suspicions grew like weeds in a neglected garden. Every shared laugh between Jack and Lily, and every nervous glance when I mentioned the neighbors. It all fed the gnawing doubt in my gut.

One sleepless night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over in bed, facing Jack.

“Is Lily your daughter?” I blurted out.

The words hung in the air like smoke, acrid and suffocating. Jack’s body went rigid.

“What?” He turned slowly, his face a mask of shock. “Heather, what are you talking about? Where does this come from?”

“Don’t play dumb, Jack. The girls are identical. And you’ve been acting weird ever since Lily and her family moved in.” My voice cracked. “Just tell me the truth. Did you have an affair?”

Jack sat up, running a hand through his hair. “This is insane. Of course, I didn’t have an affair! I made a promise to you before God. How can you think I would break that?”

“Then why won’t you talk about them? Why do you clam up every time I mention Lily?”

He hung his head. His silence spoke volumes. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head, weighing truths and lies.

“I can’t… I can’t talk about this right now,” he finally muttered, swinging his legs off the bed.

“Jack, don’t you dare walk away from me!”

But he was already out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and fears.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and a note on the nightstand. “Gone to work early. We’ll talk tonight.”

Classic Jack, avoiding confrontation.

I spent the day in a fog, going through the motions of normalcy while my mind raced. By afternoon, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed answers, and I knew just where to get them.

“Emma, sweetie,” I called out. “Why don’t you go play with Lily for a bit?”

Emma eagerly ran off out the door. I waited an hour before I followed, my heart pounding. I knocked on the neighbor’s door, plastering on my best “neighborhood mom” smile.

Lily’s father answered, his easy grin faltering slightly when he saw me. “Hey, it’s Heather, right? It’s so good to finally meet you! Please, come in. I’m Ryan. Emma’s out back with Lily if you’re looking for her.”

“I am… could you call her, please?”