"My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband"-Full Story
PART 1 — The Secret Bath Game
My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband.
At first, I thought nothing of it.
Mark was the kind of father everyone admired. He packed Sophie’s lunches, braided her curly hair when I was running late, and never missed a school event.
When he told me bath time was their special father-daughter routine, I believed him.
But then I started noticing the clock.
One hour.
Sometimes longer.
Every single night.
Whenever I knocked on the bathroom door, Mark answered in the same calm voice.
“We’re almost done.”
Yet when Sophie finally came out, she never looked happy.
She looked drained.
She would wrap herself tightly in a towel and avoid eye contact.
One evening, while folding laundry, I found a damp towel hidden behind the basket.
There was a strange white stain on it.
The smell was sweet. Almost medicinal.
My stomach twisted.
That night, after bath time ended, I sat beside Sophie on her bed.
“What do you and Daddy do in there for so long?”
Her little face immediately changed.
Tears filled her eyes.
She clutched her stuffed bunny and whispered something that made every hair on my body stand up.
“Daddy says I can’t tell anyone about the bathroom game.”
And then she started crying.
I barely slept that night.
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