The following evening, Daddy came home earlier than usual. I was in the kitchen wearing only my collar and heels, preparing dinner as he liked. The moment he walked in, I could tell something had changed. His expression was darker, more intense.
He didn’t say a word at first. He simply walked up behind me, wrapped one arm around my waist, and pulled me back against his chest. His other hand slid between my legs, fingers finding me already wet.
“I ended it with Sophia today,” he said quietly, lips brushing my ear. “I told her I couldn’t see her anymore. That my heart wasn’t available.”
My breath caught. A rush of emotions hit me relief, guilt, joy, and a strange sadness for the woman who would never know the real reason.
“Did she ask why?” I whispered.
“She did.” Daddy’s fingers pushe
