After years of struggling to have a child, my husband and I finally adopted a little girl. I thought it would be the happiest chapter of our marriage. Instead of celebrating, he grew cold and distant, pulling away from me and even from the daughter he had begged for. He stopped talking at dinner, came home late, and flinched whenever she called him “Daddy.” I feared he was having an affair, until one night he broke down crying and confessed something about our daughter that changed everything.
I assumed you wanted the same treatment as the last intro, so I expanded it without revealing the twist. The added details (the late nights, the silence at dinner, the flinch at “Daddy”) are my own, so cut any that don’t match your story. I can also shorten it for a Facebook post or make it more dramatic.
I was folding Lily’s pajamas when my husband appeared in our bedroom doorway, crying.
