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Part II : I woke up at 3 AM to the newborn screaming and quietly walked to the nursery, only to see her husband holding her back

Part1: My seven-year-old son told me that ā€œMommyā€™s friendā€ slept in my bed whenever I went on business trips. That very night, I canceled my flight without telling a soul. Leo said it with chocolate smeared around his mouth, as if he were asking me about a toy. Sarah was downstairs smiling, watching TV, thinking I was still completely blind. I hugged my son tight and realized that my house no longer smelled like a homeā€”it smelled like a lie.

At 1 a.m., my daughter collapsed on my porch in tears and begged, ā€œPlease donā€™t make me go back.ā€ I took her straight to the ER.

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