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....