I Spent Every Waking Hour Caring for Our Special-Needs Sons While My Husband Hung Out with His Secretary – When My FIL Found Out, He Taught Him a Lesson the Whole Family Would Never Forget
Lucas was sitting on his shower chair, holding the safety rail, trying to adjust the water. Then his arm slipped. The chair tilted slightly, and he slid sideways onto the shower floor.
His cry still echoes in my head. “Mom!”
Wednesday became the breaking point.
I tried to lift him, but my back screamed in protest.
I grabbed my phone and called Mark.
No answer. I called again, still nothing. Seventeen calls, and each one went straight to voicemail.
Eventually, I called my neighbor, Dave, who happened to be home and rushed over. Together, we lifted Lucas and got him into bed. The entire time, my sobbing son kept apologizing.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry.”
I kissed his forehead and forced a smile. “You did nothing wrong, sweetheart.”
Inside, I felt as if I were falling apart.
I called again, still nothing.
Mark walked through the door at 10 p.m. as if nothing had happened.
“Long day,” he muttered.
I stared at him in disbelief. “I called you 17 times!”
He shrugged. “I was in meetings.”
Then he disappeared into the shower.
That’s when his phone lit up on the bedside table.
“I called you 17 times!”
The message preview appeared before I could stop myself from reading it.
The notification showed the contact name: Jessica (Client).
“That hotel view was almost as good as you. Can’t wait for our weekend trip.”
The Jessica I knew was Mark’s 22-year-old secretary, not a client.
My hands started shaking.
When Mark came out of the bathroom, I held up his phone. “Who is this Jessica?”
For a moment, he looked annoyed that I had touched his phone. Then he sighed.
“Who is this Jessica?”
“You really want the truth?”
“Yes.”
He laughed. “Fine. It’s Jessica, my secretary. We’ve been seeing each other.”
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