My Stepfather Cheated on My Mom, and She Stayed Silent – I Made Him Regret It

People say silence is peaceful. Calming. But the silence in our house could choke you.

My name’s Mia, and I’m 13. My dad, George, died seven years ago when I was only six.

It happened suddenly, in a car accident on a rainy Friday.

He had promised to bring home strawberry milk and a coloring book, but instead, an officer showed up at our front door, and I heard my mom scream like something inside her had been torn out.

After that, our home didn’t just feel emptier; it truly was. Mom tried her best. I know she did. She smiled for me, packed my lunches with little notes, and hugged me a little too tightly before bed. But I also saw her cry in the kitchen when she thought I wasn’t watching.

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