Tom, my father-in-law, greeted me warmly. As we browsed the racks, Janet joined us and handed me a few sweaters to try on. That’s when I heard it—soft voices from the next fitting room. A whisper: “I love you.” It was Janet. And the other voice… was my father’s.
The Discovery
Heart pounding, I knocked. Janet opened the door, flushed, holding a coat to her chest. Behind her stood my dad. Neither said a word. I stumbled out, shaken. My perfect, peaceful morning was over.
Confrontation and Confession
Tom later sat me down and admitted he and Janet had redefined their marriage years ago, seeking emotional and physical connection beyond each other. “We didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said. Soon after, my father echoed similar sentiments. He’d found comfort in Janet’s presence after losing my mother. What began as
