My first instinct was immediate and fierce: divorce. End it. Protect myself before the betrayal cut any deeper. I was sobbing so hard I could barely form sentences when my dad knocked softly on my bedroom door.

He didn’t rush in. He didn’t raise his voice. He just sat beside me and waited for my breathing to slow.

“You should stay,” he said gently. “At least for now. For the baby.”

I stared at him, stunned.

Then he added something I never expected to hear.

“I cheated on your mom when she was pregnant,” he said quietly. “It’s… male physiology. It doesn’t mean anything.”