I Thought My Dad Was Cheating on My Mom After My Graduation – but What He Was Really Hiding Left Me Speechless

He rang the bell, and within seconds, she opened it. Melissa. She was wearing jeans and a soft pink sweater, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

She smiled when she saw him and immediately hugged him.

It didn’t seem like a friendly hug. It was a close one, the kind that lasts a beat too long. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his hand rested on her back.

At that point, tears blurred my vision so badly I could barely see.

How could he?

How could he do this to Mom? To us?

I drove home before he could see me, my mind racing with anger and confusion.

When I got back, I went straight to my room and locked the door. I couldn’t face Mom.

I couldn’t pretend everything was okay when it so clearly wasn’t.

He came back the following evening like everything was normal. I heard him in the kitchen, telling Mom that he was tired after attending the conference.

I just wanted to run downstairs and tell Mom everything. But what would I even say?

That I followed him? That I spied on him like some paranoid detective?

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