I never thought I’d uncover my dad’s secret, but life throws curveballs. One day, I caught him packing my mom’s jewelry into a bag. My gut told me to follow him. He drove to a café and met Mrs. Thompson, my best friend’s mom. Hidden nearby, I overheard their conversation.
“You promised me the money today,” Mrs. Thompson demanded. “I need it for the baby.”
“I’m trying, Sarah,” my dad replied, looking stressed. “I had to sell some of my wife’s jewelry.”
Mrs. Thompson scoffed. “You should’ve been giving me jewelry for years. Get the money, or everyone will know about our son.”
My head spun. My dad had a son with Mrs. Thompson? My best friend’s baby brother?
Determined to protect my mom, I left unnoticed. Back home, I burst into tears and told my mom everything. She listened, stunned, as I explained my dad’s betrayal. Her face shifted from shock to determination.
“Thank you for telling me,” she said, holding my hand. “We’ll get through this together. We’ll start by getting a good lawyer.”
Her strength gave me hope. Despite the upheaval, we faced the future together, knowing we could overcome anything.
