My Daughter Helped My Husband Cheat
Daisy Swift · Completed · 7.1k Words
Introduction
When my ten-year-old daughter said this with tears in her eyes, I thought she was expressing her love for me.
I was wrong.
In our Paris hotel, I accidentally overheard the phone call that changed everything—
"Don't worry, Lily will find a way to extend the trip. I promised to buy her that concert-grade piano."
"Having sex in your marital bed is so thrilling, much better than at my apartment."
"That little girl Lily cooperates perfectly, always managing to lead Sarah away."
In that moment, my world completely shattered.
I thought I was only being betrayed by my husband, but discovered that even the daughter I carried for ten months was their carefully orchestrated pawn.
The child I raised with my own hands was actually helping her father's mistress occupy my home and sleep in my bed.
When a mother discovers she's been deceived by those she loves most, her revenge will make everyone pay a devastating price.
Two years later, when I saw that once-successful man wearing a shabby suit, accompanied by his malnourished daughter at my charity auction, I only said coldly:
"She can come with me, but you—never deserve it."
Chapter 1
My usually obedient daughter suddenly insisted on going to Europe with me.
"Just the two of us. Dad can't come."
Michael didn't even blink—booked our tickets the same day.
I thought he was the perfect dad, giving Lily and me quality mother-daughter time.
Until that goddamn phone call.
.....
I was in the hotel room, updating Michael on our trip.
I thought I'd hung up. Was about to toss my phone on the bed when I heard a woman's voice.
Emma.
"You sure Sarah won't come back early?" She was panting.
Michael's voice came through: "Relax. Lily's got it handled. Kid wants that piano bad enough."
"God, Michael..." Emma moaned. "Fucking you in your bed is such a rush. Look, how do I look in Sarah's nightgown?"
The sound of bodies colliding, mixed with Michael's suppressed groans.
Emma continued, "So much better than my place. You know what gets me off? Lying here, imagining Sarah's face when she finds out."
Michael laughed—a guttural, animalistic sound.
Emma's voice grew bolder. "Admit it, Michael. Fucking me in the bed you share with Sarah—it's incredible, isn't it?"
Then harder, more violent sounds.
"Fuck yes." Michael was breathing hard. "But Lily—she's perfect. Kid can distract Sarah like a goddamn pro."
Bile rose in my throat.
My hands started shaking. I could barely hold the phone.
Michael and his mistress were fucking in my bed.
And the person covering for them was my daughter.
Emma's tone turned sharp: "Why are you so scared of her knowing? She finds out, you divorce her, and we can have our own life."
Michael went quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was deadly serious.
"I told you from the start—no divorce. Sarah is my wife, my safe harbor, the most important person in my life. But you..."
"You make me feel alive again. Like I'm conquering something. That thrill, that forbidden rush—I can't get that with Sarah."
"Emma, you're wild, you're dirty, you scream my name in her bed. That's what I want."
Their sounds grew more intense.
Emma's sharp cry as she climaxed.
Michael's low cursing.
Finally, the satisfied breathing of two people.
I sat in that hotel room, pale as the sheets, barely able to breathe.
We never thought Michael would cheat.
We were each other's first love.
High school sweethearts—classic love story, right?
Sophomore year of college, Michael showed up at my dorm, eyes red.
His dad got caught cheating. His mom packed up and left.
Michael collapsed in my arms, sobbing.
"I hate cheaters. I'll never be like him. Never."
His tears soaked through my shirt.
"I swear, Sarah, I'll never put you through what my mom went through."
I held him, stroking his hair. "I believe you, Michael. We're different."
He held me tighter.
Back then, I really thought we were different.
With trembling hands, I ended the call and began to search for Emma's social media account.
I clicked on her photo gallery, and my world completely shattered.
Last Thanksgiving—the photo showed Emma, Michael, and Lily at an amusement park.
I remembered that day—I was in bed with a high fever. Lily looked so worried: "Mom, you rest. I'm so bored, can Dad take me to the amusement park?"
I was too weak to do anything but nod.
Last month—in the photo, the three of them at a beach resort. Lily in a new swimsuit, sitting on Emma's lap, Michael's arms around both of them.
That was the weekend I went to a party. Michael said he was taking Lily to his parents' house. Lily even called to sweet-talk me: "Mom, can Dad and I stay overnight at Grandma's?"
I said of course, and reminded her to behave.
Every single photo.
Every lie my daughter told.
My tears fell on the screen.
The comments were full of well-wishes.
"You guys are such a happy family!"
I covered my mouth, fighting the urge to vomit.
When I gave birth to Lily, I almost died—massive hemorrhaging. Michael broke down outside the operating room.
When I woke up, he was gripping my hand, tears streaming down his face.
"One child is enough. I don't want to risk losing you again."
From that moment on—we were a happy family of three. Stable, happy, perfect.
But now, the daughter I nearly died giving birth to was helping her father cheat.
I felt like someone was crushing my chest, squeezing my heart in their fist.
Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
I don't know how long I sat there before my phone lit up.
Jason's name on the screen.
"Sarah, I busted my ass to get you this opportunity. Three years. You can start your own firm. I know family's important to you, but your talent shouldn't be wasted. Don't you want to fight for your career one more time?"
Three years into our marriage, Michael's company took off.
"Sarah, you handle the home, I'll build our future. It's the perfect arrangement."
"You don't need to work anymore. I'll give you everything."
I agreed.
From architect to full-time housewife.
I never thought "housewife" was a dirty word.
Until today.
I lowered my head and stared at the message from Jason.
If I hadn't accidentally overheard Michael's phone conversation with his mistress, perhaps I would have even gone through with my plan to officially decline the opportunity after returning home, just to continue protecting what I thought was our happy little family.
But reality had slapped me hard in the face.
I clicked on Jason's message.
I replied: "Jason, when can I start?"
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I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"
The Family Sacrifice
I simply said one word: "Okay."
My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.
Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.
Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."
Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."
Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"
What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.
As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:
If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?
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When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.
I Died While They Threw Her a Party
Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.
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My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"
"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."
They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.
I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.
But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.
Bury Me in His Regret
The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"
Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.
He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.
Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.
When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.
"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."
The Kidney That Killed Me
A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.
When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.
When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.
My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.
Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."
But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.
Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.
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On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
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Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
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He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
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**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Alpha Nicholas's Little Mate
What? No—wait… oh Moon Goddess, no.
Please tell me you're joking, Lex.
But she's not. I can feel her excitement bubbling under my skin, while all I feel is dread.
We turn the corner, and the scent hits me like a punch to the chest—cinnamon and something impossibly warm. My eyes scan the room until they land on him. Tall. Commanding. Beautiful.
And then, just as quickly… he sees me.
His expression twists.
"Fuck no."
He turns—and runs.
My mate sees me and runs.
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Alpha Nicholas is 28, mateless, and has no plans to change that. It's his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball this year and the last thing he expects is to find his mate. What he expects even less is for his mate to be 10 years younger than him and how his body reacts to her. While he tries to refuse to acknowledge that he has met his mate his world is turned upside down after guards catch two she-wolves running through his lands.
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