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My buddy sent me a few short videos.  After a while, he said, "Bro, try to look on the bright side."  With a sinking feeling, I opened the videos and saw my wife and her first love going at it like rabbits.  The necklace bouncing on her collarbone was the one I had just given her last week.  After my heart shattered into a million pieces, I shared that video.  1 The sun beat down mercilessly on the bustling city streets as I sat at my desk, immersed in the daily grind. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a message from

The Daughters Were Actually From My Wife's First Love

Only the sleeping younger daughter Serenity and the nanny were in the house.


I sat in the living room, dialing Dashiell's number over and over again, but she never picked up.


More than half an hour after the last call ended, Dashiell sent me a text:


[Are you crazy? Calling like your life depends on it.]


[If you have something to say, text me. I'm getting a massage with my girlfriends.]


[Olyvia's about to get out of school. Go pick her up.]


Serenity woke up at that moment, toddling out of the bedroom towards me.


"People say girls take after their dads, so how come your two daughters don't look anything like you?"


As Serenity came closer, I couldn't find a single trace of Dashiell in her features.


I scooped Serenity up in one swift motion, carried her down to the parking lot, and plopped her into the car.


Then I drove with Serenity to pick up Olyvia from school, and took both of them to the hospital.


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