I never imagined my marriage would end like this. I had been on a work trip and decided to come home a day early to surprise my wife. Instead, I was the one surprised.
I walked into our bedroom and found her there, in our bed with her colleague. My world collapsed in an instant. I decided right then: I wanted a divorce.
We have a 5-year-old daughter, Sonya. She’s my entire world. But I was certain my wife would fight for full custody, and I knew the courts usually favor the mother, especially when she has no history of abuse or neglect.
No matter her infidelity, she was still considered a “good mom.” I told myself I’d probably only get visitation — weekends, maybe some holidays. She would live with her mother, and I’d just be the dad she visited sometimes. Still, I couldn’t give up without a fight.
I wanted Sonya to know I tried, that I wanted her with me. So, I filed for custody, fully expecting to lose. The trial moved quickly.
To the court, it was a straightforward case of infidelity. My wife’s lawyer painted her as a devoted mother, the stable parent, while portraying me as absent because of my frequent business trips. At one point, she even tried to blame me for her affair, saying it was my fault for “never being home,” as if my providing for the family had forced her into another man’s arms.
The judge listened, patient but stern. My wife submitted photos, glowing references from the kindergarten teacher, and statements from friends. On paper, she looked perfect.
And yes, during the affair, Sonya had been at daycare, not neglected. I sat there, sinking, thinking this was the end. Then, the judge did something unexpected.
He asked to hear from Sonya herself. They brought her in — my little girl in her favorite yellow dress, clutching the stuffed rabbit she takes everywhere. The judge leaned down gently and asked, “Sonya, who would you like to live with?”
She bit her lip, her big brown eyes darting between me and her mother.
The room went silent. My heart was breaking — I didn’t want her to feel like she had to choose. And then, in the smallest, trembling voice, she said something that stunned everyone in the courtroom.
“I don’t want to be second place.”
The words hit like thunder. “What do you mean, Sonya?” the judge asked. She hugged her rabbit tighter.
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