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On my wedding night, I caught my good friend Judson and my wife Doman in bed together. Crying, they claimed they were drunk and confused. They knelt at my door for three days and three nights. When they saw I was determined to divorce, Doman slit her wrists, and Judson got a vasectomy. Under the repeated persuasion of friends and family, I eventually softened. For seven years, she was gentle and considerate. Everyone praised her for knowing her mistake and reforming. Until my father-in-law Andrew's birthday, when my six-year-old sister-in-law hugged Doman's leg and asked: "Where's my daddy?" I smiled and pointed at Andrew behind me: "Jones, your dad is right there, isn't he?" Jones turned her head and said crisply: "I'm talking about my real daddy." I froze and looked awkwardly at Doman. Her expression remained calm as she looked up at me and said: "Samuel, there's something I never told you. Actually, Jones isn't my parents' child. She's mine and Judson's daughter." I heard her words and froze in place. My brain felt like someone had