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

Mom didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She just made dinner like normal, pasta with garlic bread, Mike’s favorite.

He walked in around 9 p.m., tossed his jacket over the couch, and kissed her cheek like nothing was wrong. “Smells good. Long day.”

She smiled politely. “Dinner’s on the table.”

I watched from the hallway, nerves crawling up my spine. My mom looked calm. Too calm.

Halfway through his second helping, she laid the folder in front of him without a word.

Mike looked up, blinking.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

He flipped it open and went pale.

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