When my husband Nick started marathon training, I supported him—until a strange call from a school about “our daughter”
made me question everything. We don’t have kids. Suspecting a secret, I checked his call logs and followed him on a run.
What I saw shocked me—but not in the way I expected. The child belonged to his friend Jake, who had used Nick’s phone
during a divorce. It was all a misunderstanding. When I told Nick, we laughed, and it brought us closer.
Trust was shaken—but rebuilt stronger, with a side of Saturday coffee and inside jokes.
