My job keeps me so busy that I often return home after dinner, exhausted. My husband, Mark, once had a great career, but that changed when he lost his job. I didn’t mind—until I noticed the distance growing between us.
I planned our annual vacation, hoping we’d reconnect. Our son, Eric, asked to bring his girlfriend, Jessica. She was stunning, and Mark seemed particularly attentive—too attentive.
As the trip progressed, Jessica appeared uninterested in Eric’s passions, forgetting even his major. Suspicious, I searched Eric’s suitcase and found a diamond necklace. That evening, I casually mentioned it, and Eric looked startled.
On our last morning, I glanced at Eric’s phone and froze. A message from Mark read: “+$500 to our deal. Thanks for covering up for me with the necklace.”
Jessica wasn’t Eric’s girlfriend—she was Mark’s mistress. Furious but composed, I confronted them. The next day, I flew home alone and filed for divorce. Jessica left Mark when she realized he was broke. Now, Eric and I are rebuilding our bond. He made a mistake, but he’s still my son.
