I was only 15 years old when I discovered my father’s true face. It all began when his phone accidentally ended up in my hands… But when he came out of the shower and saw what I was reading, his face turned pale, and he began begging me not to tell my mother. That night, I was forced to make the hardest decision of my life…

My father spoke to my mother less. During dinner, he often sat silently, his eyes fixed on his phone. When my mother told him about her day, he nodded, but it felt like he was not really listening. When a call came in, he would leave the room.

My mother did not pay attention to it. She trusted him the way someone trusts the person they have tied their whole life to.

But I felt there was something hidden inside that silence.

One evening, my mother spent the whole day cooking my father’s favorite meal. She had even done her hair beautifully. When my father came home, he simply gave her a quick smile, kissed her on the forehead, and sat down with his phone.

I saw my mother’s smile freeze for a moment. Then she pretended nothing had happened.

Something hurt inside me at that moment.

From that day on, I started paying closer attention. I did not want to think badly of my father, but something would not leave me in peace.