The next few days passed in a haze of training and pleasure, but something felt… different.
Daddy was busier than usual. More phone calls behind closed doors. More late nights in his office. When I asked him about it, he simply kissed my forehead and said, “Business, babygirl. Nothing for you to worry about.”
But I worried.
One afternoon, while he was in a long meeting, I couldn’t resist. I quietly opened his laptop (he had forgotten to lock it) and went through his recent messages.
My heart stopped.
There were messages from a woman named Sophia elegant, 32 years old, a successful lawyer from a good family. Photos attached. Dinner plans. “Looking forward to seeing you again soon,” she had written. And Daddy had replied: “I am too. It’s time I start thinking about settling down properl
