My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the warm, picture-perfect atmosphere of the classroom like a sharp ice pick."Excuse me. I'm also Emma's father. You haven't had a parent-teacher meeting with me yet."For a moment, the air froze.Dozens of eyes—carrying shock, curiosity, scrutiny, contempt—pierced into me like countless needles.On the stage, Emily's smiling face shattered. The color drained from her cheeks, her lips, even her ears, visibly fast, leaving behind nothing but a deathly pallor.Beside her, Noah's reaction was even more extreme. He jerked like a startled rabbit, eyes wide, instinctively letting go of Emily's arm. His face betrayed nothing but guilt and fear.Well, of course. A homewrecker caught face-to-face with the real husband—how could he not be afraid?Only my daughter, Emma, after a brief moment of being stunned, spoke out of what seemed like muscle memory, "Daddy?"That "Daddy"—so clear, so childlike—landed like a sledgehammer on Emily and Noah's hear
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