My husband brought home a fake-ass kid.

"This is not my child."

That was all I could think about.

My husband asked, "Wife?" "Is everything okay?"

"Who is this?" I said this while looking at the little girl in my house who was dressed like my daughter and whom I had never seen before. "Katty, where are you?"

My husband looked at me with worry, and the girl who wasn't Katty looked really scared.

My spouse said, "Explain what you mean." "Are you feeling okay?"

*Why did he avoid answering my question? How come he didn't just answer? I took a big breath in and tried to stay calm.

I said, "I'll be fine as soon as you tell me where my daughter is."

My husband glared, and the little girl's eyes got wet. My partner reached down and whispered in her ear while putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her safe.

He told her, "Go upstairs, honey." "Mom is not in good health."

The girl quickly did what he told her to do. She ran up the stairs quickly while clutching her schoolbooks close to her chest. I heard a bang in my daughter's room. My husband's face showed a mix of pity and anger that was under control.

He told you, "You haven't been taking your medication." "Don't try to hide it; it's evident in your eyes."

I waved my hand away in a rude way.