He Cheated On Me With My Mother

Chapter 1

"Hey, babe." It was the first message that appeared on Dave's phone while I sat on our bed. I was waiting for him to finish his shower. Dave's phone was lighting up on the nightstand, and I calmly smiled at it, knowing it was nothing to worry about. I've seen it all before; it was probably a work thing. A client needing the usual attention.

The screen lit up again, which was quickly followed by another message. It was a lot. A follow-up on status, I guess. I picked up the phone to see which client was blowing him up before the first client was even off work. If a client was actually blowing him up during work, this status would be even funnier. "Hey, babe. Let's hang out. Please come over tonight," the message read. I put the phone back down and continued my thoughts.

I turned my head towards the bathroom and yelled Dave, over to him. "Hey, Dave. You should come and check your phone. It might be work." He should've quickly gotten the point and come out. Instead, during the still water line, he shot back with, "Babe, I'll be out in a sec. Please don't touch it." His lieing tone was obviously, and meant to be, casual. I still laughed. "Why do you turn this into a lady's shower?" I asked.

He laughed from inside the bathroom, and for a moment, I thought I was the one overreacting. Three years of marriage, and I thought I knew my husband. I thought I knew the good and the bad. I thought I knew the sad and the happy. For the first three years of our marriage, I thought I knew the absence of suspicion. It was a weird feeling, but I did my best to suppress it.

Then his phone vibrated again. It vibrated louder only because the silence of the room had become unnerving. I looked down, and I was not even thinking. I was expecting another benign message, but a message preview popped up. I need you to go harder. I want to reach o****m for you, baby. I was unable to think. I didn't twitch a muscle. I was frozen.

There was a loud thump in my eardrum, and my heart raced as the feeling spread to my extremities. I was ten additional seconds from losing my mind and accepting that what I was seeing on the phone was a sick joke. It had to be a joke.

My hand was shaking as I held his phone with my thumb on my unlock button. It felt as if shaking, trembling, and violent twisting were about to cause his phone to become a handheld projectile. I opened it. I was right to be scared. I was sick to my stomach and disgusted at the numerous messages.

I continued my search for the truth, hoping something factual could be found beneath the fabrications. Nothing. Each new missive only hurt more than the last. These messages contained the expectation of future meetings, the recall of previous nights spent together, the craving for what would come next. It was as if each word dealt me a vengeful slap.

“Grab me a towel!” Dave shouted with impatience from the bathroom. I couldn’t help him. I was a statue on the bed with my thoughts. The voice felt like the sound of another house. I couldn’t answer. The shock in my mind had sealed my throat. My body was locked in place.

He shouted my name again, louder this time, but again I didn’t respond. I didn’t hear anything except my heartbeat. My trust, my marriage, my husband, all of it was collapsing quietly, while he stood behind the door.

After repeating himself a few times, the door swung open. Dave walked out, completely naked. Steam flowed behind him. One hand was covering his manhood, but the other hand wiped the water from his eyes. Unaware, he had casually begun the next chapter of his life as he walked to the wardrobe.

He grabbed the towel, dried his face, and wrapped it around his waist. When he turned his head toward the bed, his life came crashing down. The moment his eyes landed on me sitting stiffly with his phone in my trembling hands, the color drained from his face.

The confidence in the posture he had was now gone. His lips parted slightly, but there was nothing vocal to come out. He looked at the phone, then at my face. He had come to the conclusion, he knew exactly what I saw. He knew nothing he said would be enough to excuse this.

“Who is she?" I quietly asked. My voice was low but oddly calm, but it expressed more pain than any scream could. I had loved this man completely, and now I was looking at someone I did not know at all.

“Elena, listen to me,” he said, taking another careful step forward. “It’s not what you think.” His voice shook with panic. I bitterly laughed at how stupid those words were. Men always said the same thing when they were caught in the act of their own betrayal.

"Who is she?” I said again, this time louder. I could feel my tears beginning to burn, but I wouldn’t let him see me cry. He quickly swallowed and said, “My partner, my business partner.” He quickly realized how stupid that sounded.

"Your business partner?” I asked. I was breaking the smile I wasn’t quite able to keep. “So your business partner begs you to make her c*m?” He opened his mouth to speak again, but I stopped him by glaring at him.

I stormed to the wardrobe, eager to grab my suitcase. My anger rushed through me, and I quickly threw clothes in. He rushed towards me to grab the suitcase, but I stepped away to keep him from touching me. “Don’t you dare put your hands on me.”

“Elena, please calm down,” he begged, standing helplessly nearby. “We can talk about this.” I laughed again, this time through tears. “Talk about what exactly? How long have you been cheating? How stupid you thought I was? Or how you planned to keep lying forever?”

I kept packing while tears finally rolled down my cheeks. Three years of marriage flashed through my mind in painful fragments — our wedding day, our promises, the nights I supported him when money was tight, the future children we talked about having. Every memory now felt poisoned.

When the suitcase was full, I zipped it closed and dragged it toward the door. Dave stood in front of me, desperate and ashamed. “I love you,” he whispered. I looked straight into his eyes and felt nothing except heartbreak. “If you loved me, you would not have done this.”

He slowly moved aside, defeated. I walked out of the bedroom, out of the house, and into the cold night air without looking back once. The world outside felt unfamiliar, as if everything I knew had changed in a single hour.

My hands shook as I took out my phone and called my best friend, Mia. She answered quickly, cheerful at first. “Hey girl, what’s up?” The moment I heard her voice, my strength cracked completely. “I’m getting a divorce,” I said through tears.

There was silence on the line for several seconds before she finally spoke. “What? Elena, what happened? Why would you say that?” I wiped my face angrily and forced the words out. “He cheated on me,” I said. “Dave cheated on me.”

Mia gasped loudly. “No… are you sure? Dave loves you.” Her words only deepened the wound. “I saw the messages with my own eyes,” I replied coldly. “There is nothing left to misunderstand.” My voice sounded empty, like someone else speaking through me.

Her tone changed immediately. The shock disappeared, and concern replaced it. “Come to my place now,” she said firmly. “Don’t stay alone tonight. Just come.” I closed my eyes, tightened my grip on the suitcase handle, and whispered, “I’m already on my way.”