My Ex-Husband Took Our Daughter on ‘Father-Daughter’ Weekends, but What Fell from Her Backpack One Day Made Me Follow Them – Story of the Day
Zoey, pale and quiet, barely touched breakfast. She used to love “Father-Daughter” camping weekends with Jason post-divorce. Lately, she’d been distant. I asked if something happened on a trip; she snapped, “It’s fine!” and fled upstairs.
Jason arrived smiling. I mentioned Zoey’s odd behavior; he brushed it off. As he slung her backpack over his shoulder, a pregnancy test tumbled out—positive. They drove off before I could react. I grabbed my keys and followed.
Jason wasn’t headed to the state park. He pulled into a suburban craftsman house. Zoey dragged her feet; Jason steered her inside. I stormed in, brandishing the test. “Explain.”
Sara, barefoot in yoga pants, emerged. “It’s mine,” she beamed. Jason, stunned, learned he’d be a dad again. Zoey exploded: “You’re already a dad!” and bolted.
Sara grabbed Jason: “Let her mom handle it. Focus on us.” I fired back: “Pregnancy doesn’t erase your daughter.”
Outside, Zoey sobbed on the steps. Sara had threatened to move away, limit visits to “once a year if you’re good.” Zoey stole the test hoping to delay them, terrified no one would believe a kid over an adult.
Jason overheard, face crumpling. He knelt: “You’re irreplaceable. I’m not going anywhere.” He held her tight, promises mending.
