I never imagined that trailing my ten-year-old son would lead me to uncover my husband’s secret life.
That day, I had just returned from a work trip and finally had a day off. I spent it catching up on chores, happy to be home.
Then, my 10-year-old son came home from school, barely looked at me, mumbled a quick “hello,” and went straight to his room.
I was a little hurt. Didn’t he care that I was back?
But then… I heard something that made my heart stop.
While I was cleaning near his room, I heard him talking on the phone. His voice was warm and excited, nothing like how he used to talk to me.
But… he wasn’t talking to me. He was speaking to someone else. Another woman he called “Mom.”
“Hi, Mom! Yes, school went well today. I’ll tell you about my grades tomorrow. I’ll visit you tomorrow instead of going to school, okay? See you tomorrow.”
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I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs.
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Who was he talking to?
I didn’t say anything to my husband. I didn’t confront my son. I needed to see him for myself.
Confused and disturbed, I followed him the next morning as he walked right past his school, weaving through unfamiliar neighborhoods, until he stopped at a quaint blue house.
A young woman opened the door and wrapped him in a warm hug before inviting him inside.
I stood there, stunned. Who was she? And why was my son calling her Mom?
I knocked. She answered, and her smile vanished the moment she saw me.
“You’re Paula,” she said, as if I was the stranger.
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Inside, my son looked shocked. “Mom? Why are you here?”
I turned to him, my voice shaking. “Who is she, Liam? What’s going on?”
Her name was Melissa.