My 5-Year-Old Asked to Invite ‘Her Real Dad’ to Our Father’s Day Dinner

She nodded slowly before climbing into my arms.

“Okay.”

I kissed her forehead, then looked back at Jessica and Adam.

“You heard me. Ten minutes.”

They left in complete silence. Adam muttered an apology on the way out. Jessica couldn’t even meet my eyes. I didn’t watch them leave—I just held Lily tightly.

The following day, I filed for divorce.