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I Caught My Wife Cheating… Through the Baby Monitor 👶📱 | TRUE STORY
Sep 12, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories I Caught My Wife Cheating… Through the Baby Monitor 👶📱 | TRUE STORY 📱 The baby monitor was supposed to keep our daughter safe — not reveal my wife's darkest secret. I was working late one night when I accidentally overheard something through the monitor app… a whisper that shattered my entire reality. What followed was betrayal, heartbreak, and a custody battle that changed everything. In this video, I tell the true story of how I discovered my wife’s 8-month affair — not through suspicion or snooping — but through the very device meant to protect our family. 💔 If you’ve ever experienced betrayal or been blindsided by the one you trusted most, this story is for you. 👶 Through it all, my daughter was my reason to keep going. And today, I’m not just surviving. I’m rebuilding. 👉 Like, subscribe, and turn on notifications for more real-life stories about love, betrayal, healing, and strength. 💬 Share your thoughts or your own story in the comments below — you're not alone. #CheatingWife #CaughtCheating #BabyMonitor #InfidelityStory #RealLifeStory #DivorceDiaries #Betrayal #CustodyBattle #Fatherhood #Storytime
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The nursery was down the hall, and our
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little girl, Iris, was sleeping, or at
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least I hoped she was.
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New parenthood had been a brutal,
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beautiful blur of sleepless nights and
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soft-skinned moments. My wife, Cordelia,
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and I were running on fumes, but we were
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a team. I was working from home in tech
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support, and she was on maternity leave.
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The fancy baby monitor, a gift from her
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sister, was our lifeline. It had a video
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feed and a microphone, and the app was
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on both our phones. For months, it had
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been a window into our little world, a
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way to peek at Iris during a quick work
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break, to watch Cordelia hum lullabies,
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to feel connected even when we were in
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different rooms. Those were the good
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days, the days when our life felt
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sacred. That all changed on a Tuesday
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night. I was burning the midnight oil in
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my home office, trying to fix a client's
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server issues. It was almost 11 p.m. and
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Cordelia had gone to bed early, claiming
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exhaustion.
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I decided to check on Iris before
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calling it a night. I opened the app on
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my phone and that's when I heard it, a
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sound that wasn't coming from the
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nursery. The audio was broadcasting a
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conversation from our bedroom right next
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door. My initial thought was that she
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was on the phone with her mom or sister,
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a late night call to unwind.
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But then I heard a laugh. A soft,
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intimate sound I hadn't heard in months.
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A cold dread seeped into my bones. "I
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wish you were here right now," she
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whispered. My own name, Marcus, felt
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like a stranger on her tongue. I froze,
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staring at the screen. The green audio
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bars pulsed like a frantic heartbeat. I
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told myself it was nothing, a moment of
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confusion. But then a man's voice, faint
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but clear, replied, "Soon, babe.
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Tomorrow when he's at that client
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meeting." My world tilted on its axis.
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My hands trembled, my grip on the phone
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going slack. "I can't wait to touch you
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again," Cordelia whispered. "It's been
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too long," the voice replied. "3 days,"
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she corrected. "But who's counting?" I
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reeled back, trying to make sense of the
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words. 3 days. That was the day I had
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been working late on an emergency server
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issue. I hadn't gotten home until nearly
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midnight.
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The pieces started to click into place
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with a sickening finality. I wanted to
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burst into the bedroom to rage and
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demand answers, but a different, colder
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instinct took over. I needed to know the
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full extent of the betrayal. I stayed in
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my office listening to my wife of four
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years plan an affair in the very room
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where we had conceived our daughter. The
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man's name was Derek, a client from her
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firm. Divorced, no kids, the opposite of
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everything I was and apparently
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everything she wanted. "Marcus knows
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something's different," she said after a
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pause. "He's been asking more questions
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about where I go during the day, who I
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text. I think he found the receipt from
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that restaurant.
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The receipt?
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I had found it a week earlier in her
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purse when she had asked me to grab her
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charger. It was for dinner for two at a
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place across town. When I asked her
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about it, she said it was a friend from
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college.
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Another lie. Maybe we should cool it for
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a while. Derek suggested.
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No. Cordelia's voice was firm. I'm not
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going back to that life. Pretending to
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be happy. pretending he's enough. Those
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words, pretending he's enough, cut
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deeper than any knife. We had been
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building something together, or so I
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thought. We were saving up for a bigger
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house, planning trips, navigating the
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chaos of new parenthood.
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All this time, she had been faking it.
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The conversation went on for another 20
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minutes. They talked about hotels, the
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lies they'd told, and how long it had
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been going on.
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eight months. It had started when she
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was four months pregnant. While I was
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assembling the crib and painting the
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nursery, she was falling in love with
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someone else.
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I sat in my office until 3:00 a.m.
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staring at the wall. Every memory from
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the last 8 months, every I love you,
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every kiss, every intimate moment was
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now tainted. All of it a lie. The next
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morning, Cordelia was a master of
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deception. She made coffee, fed Iris,
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and kissed me goodbye before I left for
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my client meeting, the very one Derek
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knew about. I couldn't focus. All I
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could do was check the baby monitor app
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on my phone.
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Around 2 p.m., I saw movement in our
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bedroom. Two figures on the small
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screen. I watched as my wife betrayed
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our family in real time. It was the
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moment I stopped hoping for a different
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ending and called a lawyer. Her name was
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Patricia Winters, a family law
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specialist. I found her through a
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colleague who had been through a messy
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divorce. She saw me that same afternoon.
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"How long has this been going on?" she
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asked. "8 months that I know of, maybe
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longer." "And you have recordings?"
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I nodded. I had started screen recording
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the baby monitor app as soon as I heard
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the first conversation. 3 days of solid
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evidence.
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This is good, Patricia said. In cases
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involving infidelity, especially with a
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child, evidence like this can
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significantly impact custody
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arrangements and asset division.
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The recordings from your own baby
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monitor in your own home are admissible.
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I hadn't even thought about custody. My
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mind was still stuck on the betrayal.
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What are my options? We file for
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divorce, citing irreconcilable
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differences and adultery. With this
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evidence, we push for primary custody of
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your daughter and a favorable asset
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split. What about Cordelia when she
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finds out? Patricia leaned back in her
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chair, a slight smile on her face.
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That's when things get interesting.
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She'll have to explain to a judge why
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she was conducting an affair in the
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family home, discussing it on devices
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meant to protect your child. I filed the
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papers that Friday. Cordelia found out
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on Monday when the process server showed
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up at our door. I was at work, but I
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watched it all unfold through the baby
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monitor app. The irony was not lost on
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me. She called me 17 times that day. I
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didn't answer. She texted, begged, and
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tried to explain, but there was nothing
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to explain. I had heard everything.
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The divorce proceedings began 2 weeks
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later. Patricia was right. The
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recordings changed everything.
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The judge was not sympathetic to a
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spouse who had used family resources to
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conduct an affair while their partner
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worked to support them. Cordelia tried
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to claim the recordings were obtained
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illegally, but the law was clear. The
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baby monitor was community property in
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our shared home. I had every right to
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access it. Derek was a ghost as soon as
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the legal papers started flying. A messy
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divorce wasn't part of his plan.
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In the end, I got primary custody of
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Iris. Cordelia gets her every other
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weekend. The house is mine along with
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most of our shared assets. She has to
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pay child support, but the real victory
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wasn't financial.
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Last week, Iris took her first steps.
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She toddled across our living room and
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straight into my arms. For the first
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time since the nightmare began, I felt
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genuinely happy.
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Cordelia wasn't there to see it. She was
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probably somewhere else, telling a new
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friend how her life fell apart, how her
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husband found out about her affair
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through a baby monitor, and how she had
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to stand in front of a judge and explain
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why she thought our family home was the
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right place for her betrayal.
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I still use the baby monitor every
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night, but now it only picks up the
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sounds it's supposed to. Iris sleeping
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peacefully in her crib.
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Sometimes she babbles in her sleep.
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Little coups that make me smile.