A marriage thrives on love and trust, and one Christmas, I discovered
their true meaning.Shawn, my soulmate, claimed he had to travel to Boston
for work just before the holidays. Though disappointed, I trusted him and
prepared to spend Christmas without him. However, a suspicious late-night
call on Christmas Eve raised doubts. Hearing background noises inconsistent
with his story, I checked my fitness tracker, which revealed he was at a hotel nearby,
not Boston.Determined to uncover the truth, I went to the hotel. The receptionist
reluctantly gave me access to Shawn’s room. Bursting in, I expected betrayal but
instead found Shawn with an older man—my father, who had disappeared when I was five.
Shawn had secretly tracked down my dad to reunite us for Christmas, fulfilling a wish
I never thought possible. What I mistook for deceit turned out to be an act of deep
love. That Christmas, with my husband and father by my side, was the most magical of all.
