And then, what about Mason? How long had my son been exposed to this?
When had Mason been forced to keep the secret of his father’s infidelity.
I felt sick to my stomach.
How many women had there been?
How much had Mason seen?
I knew that Victor was a good father — but how good could he have been if this was the life he led in front of his son?
I went back home and made dinner. Victor was stuck in the study, sitting behind his computer. He was fuming. I could feel it. But I knew that it was because he had gotten caught.
In the aftermath, as I recounted the ordeal to my family, their embrace was a sliver of comfort. My parents encouraged me to get Victor to move out.
“Let him leave,” my father said. “You and Mason need to stay comfortable.”
In the end, Victor moved his things out. But he still denied the affair — apparently I didn’t know what I had seen.
At least he didn’t contest the divorce.
“He’s trying to save whatever dignity he has left,” my mother said on the phone.
Reflecting on the secret conversation that had set everything in motion, I realized that the signs were always there. I had chosen to see only the best in Victor — constantly ignoring the whispers of doubt.
Now, armed with the bitter truth, I was determined to rebuild, not just for my sake, but for Mason’s.
I have to be stronger and smarter now.
Do you have any similar stories?