Wife Uncovers Husband's Affair

Sarah's ballet teacher shared a photo of the children's performance on Instagram. "Our little Aliya shone with her swan dance today. Give it some love!" My eyes were drawn to the girl in the center. Her ballet shoes looked uncannily similar to the pair I'd had custom-made for my daughter. But why wasn't Sarah in this performance?

I called my husband, Jameson, to discuss it, but he brushed off my concerns. "It's common for things to look similar. As for Sarah not performing, she was just in a mood and didn't want to go."

Later, I noticed that things mysteriously missing from our home often appeared with the dance teacher and her daughter. Something odd was definitely going on!

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After wrapping up a shoot, I finally had time to check my family's messages. Jameson had left a note saying Sarah had been very well-behaved in her dance class and was asleep from exhaustion. Relieved, I opened Instagram to catch up on everyone else's lives. That's when I saw a post from Sarah's dance teacher. The girl highlighted with star effects wore an outfit that made me raise an eyebrow.

I immediately called Jameson to discuss it. He sounded groggy, his tone dismissive. "You're a star, so of course, you've got an eye for good stuff. But other people might just have similar taste. You can't corner the market on styles for our daughter."

He wasn't entirely off base, so I shifted gears. "Then why didn't Sarah perform? She'd been prepping for it for two weeks, after all."

Jameson's voice was tired and resigned. "Her moves weren't sharp enough. The teacher tried to help, but she threw a fit and insisted on leaving. If she stayed, she would've disrupted the other kids, so I had to bring her back. And Sarah said she doesn't like the clothes and shoes you got her. She asked you not to buy her anything next time."

I wanted to dig deeper, but my agent, Everett, came over to talk about the next day's schedule, so I had to end the call. After work, I reopened Instagram to find the dance teacher had deleted her post and set her profile to private.

Feeling more intrigued, I called her. "Chelsea, calling so late—what's up with Sarah's dance class? She's training hard, quite sharp, and very flexible."

I got straight to the point. "Gwen, there's something I want to ask you. In the ballet photo you posted, the girl in the center had a beautiful costume and shoes. Where did you get them? I'd like to buy a set for Sarah."

Gwen was evasive, saying the quality of both items wasn't great. "Aliya didn't like them at all. She just threw them away out of frustration," she said, adding that her daughter found them ugly and deleted the picture herself.

Who would buy such a flimsy excuse? Could the clothes and shoes have just appeared today without any prior fitting? If she truly disliked them, knowing kids these days, there's no way she'd wear them. Besides, Sarah mentioned the performance was at the Royal Opera House and would be on TV.

As the performance director, Gwen would have meticulously planned the event. Would she really let her own daughter wear a subpar outfit? Her story was full of holes.