I truly believed nothing could surprise me anymore, until the Goddess herself proved just how wrong I was.“Thwis is thwe Alpha,” my cute little daughter said in her adorable little voice as she introduced me to her friend. “And he’s mwy Dwad.”Kelly and I looked at each other, lost for words. At the same time, we are both unsure where Lylia had learned to call me her Dad. I had grown attached to the sound of Lylia calling me Phalpha, a name that, in my heart, only meant Papa. It wasn’t just a word. Because for me, it was a bond I had with my daughter, even though she doesn’t know it. The word was meant for me. It was mine. A connection that no one knew that we had.So when I heard her call Mateo the same thing, it hit me like lightning. A shock that had tightened my chest and made my blood boil. That name, that connection that was supposed to be mine, was no longer mine alone.In that moment, I wasn’t just hurt. I was furious. Betrayed by a word I thought belonged only to me. Stil
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