Both husbands and daughters love cheating. I filed for divorce after seeing it clearly, but they all regretted it.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I joyfully prepared a table full of my husband's favorite dishes.

But he brought his first love back home.

Our five-year-old daughter clung to her hand, nestling close.

"Aunt Hazel, you're so wonderful! My mom only stays home to wash clothes and cook. You're like a fairy who can do anything."

"Aunt Hazel, can you be my mom?"

My heart wrenched, and I staggered backward, shocked by my daughter’s words.

My husband didn’t correct her; he just smiled at them.