Smart, funny, polished. She remembered Avery’s favorite bubble tea order. She offered to drive Avery to activities when I had late shifts. Over time, I thought maybe I could have a partner without risking the bond I’d built with my daughter.
I even bought a ring, keeping it hidden in a small velvet box in my nightstand.
One evening, Marisa showed up at my door, panic written across her face. She held out her phone. “Your daughter is hiding something terrible from you,” she said, pointing to security footage.
I froze. A hooded figure entered my bedroom, fiddled with my safe, and stole money — my emergency cash, Avery’s college fund paperwork. My stomach dropped.
Marisa’s face tightened. “You’re blind where she’s concerned,” she said.
I stormed upstairs. Avery was at her desk, headphones on, pretending everything was normal. “Avery, have you been in my room when I wasn’t home?”
“Something’s missing from my safe,” I said.
Confusion, fear, and then anger crossed her face — her characteristic stubbornness.
I realized then that the figure in the footage wasn’t her. Marisa had manipulated the situation to make it look like Avery had stolen from me.
The Truth About Marisa
I cut her off. “Get out. You’re choosing yourself over my daughter.”
Avery had heard everything. “Dad,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”
I pulled her into my arms. “I know, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. No job, no woman, no money is worth losing you. Nothing.”
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