Miranda and Katie

I'd been seeing Brad for months. When my daughter Katie was born I didn't know if she was yours or his. I kept on seeing Brad after that sneaking out to be with him at every opportunity. One morning I was feeding Katie and you were making coffee in the kitchen. My phone buzzed on the worktop next to you. I asked you to see who it was. You came in looking sick and showed me the screen. The message read, "Is Katie mine? I need to know. If she's mine, you have to leave him. Love Brad." How could Brad ruin everything with such a foolish slip? You tell me to text Brad to say you know. We're getting DNA tests immediately. You love Katie so much that she's staying with you when you kick me out. The DNA test proves Katie is your daughter. You make me leave, but allow me to see Katie every weekend at your mum's house so you don't have to meet me. I expect Brad to join me, but now he knows Katie is not his he decides to patch things up with his wife and agrees never to see me again. He's not the man for me after all. I'm working in an office living in a bedsit and seeing Katie at weekends. One day, I come home from work to find divorce papers in the post already signed by you.