I made a mistake, and I want to fix it.”
My chest tightened. Lily had stopped asking about her dad weeks ago. That quiet… it scared me more than the tears ever did.
“Are you serious about this, Leo?” I asked. “Because if you hurt her again, I swear—”
“I’m serious,” he interrupted. “This is about her.
Not us.”
I hesitated… but then I said yes. Not for him. For Lily.
Every child deserves the chance to know that their dad loves them—if he truly does. So, I packed her little unicorn backpack—pajamas, her favorite snacks, her teddy bear named Mr. Snuggles, and her pink dress she loved spinning in.
She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Really, Mommy? Daddy wants to be with me?”
“Really, baby girl,” I said, kissing her soft forehead.
“He wants to spend the whole weekend with you.”
We agreed—Sunday, 5 p.m. sharp. That was the deal.
As I watched them drive off, I told myself I’d done the right thing. On Saturday, Leo sent pictures. Lily was smiling—on a carousel, watching a puppet show, holding cotton candy.
She looked happy. Maybe—just maybe he finally understood what he’d lost. But then came Sunday.
I cleaned the house, made Lily’s favorite pasta, and waited. 4 p.m. No message.
4:30. Nothing. 5:00.
Silence. Then my phone rang. It was my sister.
“Stacey… how could you allow this?” she said. “Allow what?” I asked, confused. “Leo said he was taking her to the amusement park.
Ice cream. Just a daddy-daughter weekend.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “You don’t know.”
“Know what?”
“I just saw Leo’s Instagram.”
My stomach dropped.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sending you a photo now.”
My phone buzzed. One screenshot. That was all it took to make my blood boil.
Leo. Dressed in a tuxedo. Rachel beside him in a white wedding dress.
And between them? Lily. Holding a bouquet.
Wearing a frilly white dress I didn’t recognize. My little girl. They had made her the flower girl.
Without telling me. Without asking me. The caption?
#OurDay #FamilyComplete #MyPrincess #FlowerGirl #BlessedFamily
I was shaking. Furious. I called him immediately.
Straight to voicemail. Again. No answer.
I stared at the photo again. The background—an elegant estate. I knew it.
It was the estate with the huge glass gazebo I’d passed so many times. I grabbed my keys. My hands trembling.
That twenty-minute drive felt like forever. How could he lie like this? How could he use her like that?
When I arrived, I spotted them at the reception. Laughter. Champagne.
Perfect smiles for the cameras. But all I saw was betrayal. I marched through the crowd.
Ignoring the whispers. Ignoring the gasps. And there—on a bench—was Lily.
Still in her flower girl dress. Hugging Mr. Snuggles.
Looking small and lost. When she saw me, she lit up. “Mommy,” she whispered.
“Can we go home now?”
I rushed to her, scooped her into my arms, and held her close. “Yes, baby. We’re going home right now.”
That’s when Rachel came running up, fake smile still plastered on her face.
“Wait!” she said. “We didn’t get the family photo yet!”
Family photo? My jaw clenched.
“You used my daughter as a prop for your Instagram wedding,” I said, voice shaking. “She’s not your flower girl. She’s a child.
She didn’t even know what was going on.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Well, she looked cute. I needed a little girl for the pictures.
It’s not like we have one of our own… yet.”
I was about to lose it. But someone beat me to it. A bridesmaid—Sarah—stepped forward.
“She planned this,” Sarah said, clearly disgusted. “Rachel told us she needed a flower girl for the photos and said Leo would ‘borrow his kid.’ She literally said, ‘Her mom will fall for it. Just tell her it’s a daddy-daughter weekend.’”
Gasps spread like wildfire.
Rachel laughed nervously. “Oh, Sarah’s just jealous. She’s trying to ruin my day.”
But it was too late.
Guests were already turning, staring, whispering. Leo’s own cousin came up to me. “I’m so sorry, Stacey.
I didn’t know. This… this isn’t right.”
I nodded. I had no more words left.
I held Lily tighter and walked out of there. I didn’t look back. I didn’t want Lily to see me cry.
The next day, half the bride’s side unfollowed Rachel on Instagram. She quietly deleted the wedding photos. Good.
Because when you use a child to complete your fairytale, the fairytale crashes hard. Looking back, I thank God my sister called me that day. If she hadn’t, I don’t know when I would’ve learned the truth.
As for Leo? He won’t be near Lily again. Not until he learns what being a father really means.
She deserves better. And now, she’ll get better—with me.