He Cheated On Me With My Mother

Chapter 3

From the bar, I decided to go back to my mom’s place because I needed someone who would understand me. She was the only person I trusted enough to talk to. I believed she would support me no matter what, especially after everything I had just discovered that night alone. I drove Mia home first, trying to act normal despite the storm inside me. “Goodbye, make sure you take care of yourself,” she said, waving gently. “I will,” I replied, forcing a weak smile. Then I drove off, my thoughts already drifting back to everything that had gone terribly wrong.

As I drove toward my mom’s place, the memories came rushing back all at once. The messages, the lies, the false promises repeated themselves in my mind. My chest tightened painfully, and tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t stop crying, no matter how hard I tried to hold everything inside anymore.

When I finally arrived, I sat in the car for a moment, staring at the house. It looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same anymore. Something felt off, like the warmth I once knew had disappeared. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out and walked slowly toward the door quietly.

Inside, the house was too silent. There was no television noise, no movement, nothing to show life. The quietness made my heart beat faster. I walked straight to my mom’s room, hoping to find comfort. I didn’t want to think anymore; I just needed her presence to calm me down somehow.

I was about to open the door when I heard a voice that made me freeze instantly. It sounded familiar, yet strange. “Mom, you are stronger than Elena, your daughter,” the voice said. My heart skipped. Then another voice followed, lower, filled with something that made me uncomfortable and uneasy.

“Call me mommy,” the second voice said, followed by a soft moan that sent chills through my body. I froze completely, my hand still on the door handle. That was my mom’s voice. I refused to believe it. I prayed silently that I was misunderstanding what I was hearing.

Instead of opening the door, I stepped back quietly, my heart racing uncontrollably. I gently removed my hand from the handle and moved toward the window. Every step felt heavy and unreal. I didn’t want to look, but something inside me forced me closer, demanding that I see the truth.

What I saw shattered everything inside me instantly. My mom, Celina Jackson, was on top of my husband, Dave. For a moment, my brain refused to process it. It felt unreal, like a nightmare. But it was real, painfully real, and happening right in front of my eyes.

The sounds, the movement, everything made me feel sick. I covered my mouth to stop myself from making any noise. My stomach twisted violently, and I felt like throwing up. This wasn’t just betrayal—it was something far worse, something that completely destroyed every piece of trust I ever had.

I slowly stepped back, trying to leave without being noticed, but suddenly I hit a vase. It fell and shattered loudly on the floor. The sound echoed through the house. My heart stopped. I didn’t think twice; I ran quickly and hid, praying they hadn’t seen me at all.

“Who’s there?” my mom’s voice called out sharply. I held my breath, pressing myself against the wall. After a moment, she laughed softly. “It must have been the breeze,” she said casually. Dave chuckled lightly. “The breeze?” he repeated, sounding amused and completely unaware of my presence.

“Yes,” she replied. “That girl, my daughter, is probably out there somewhere.” Her words cut deep into my chest. Then she muttered something worse under her breath, something that broke me completely. I covered my mouth, tears falling silently as I struggled to process everything happening around me.

“Come here, baby,” Dave said softly. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to listen anymore. Tears streamed down my face as I bit my hand to stay silent. My heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. I realized then that nothing was left for me to hold onto anymore.

After a while, I forced myself to move, even though my legs felt weak. I walked away slowly, trying not to make any noise. I didn’t go back inside or confront them. I couldn’t. At that moment, I knew everything had changed, and there was absolutely nothing left to save.

I kept walking, even when my body begged me to stop. Every step felt heavier than the last, like something was pulling me back. My chest ached deeply, and my head spun with everything I had just seen. I didn’t recognize my life anymore. It felt like I was trapped.

Outside, the air hit my face, but it didn’t help. I thought it would calm me down, maybe clear my thoughts, but nothing changed. I still felt suffocated. I leaned against my car, trying to breathe properly, but my hands kept shaking uncontrollably, refusing to stay still even for a moment.

I slid down slowly beside the car, sitting on the cold ground. Tears wouldn’t stop falling, and I didn’t bother wiping them anymore. What was the point? Everything I believed in was gone. My marriage, my trust, my own mother, everything had collapsed right in front of me without warning tonight.

Memories flooded my mind again, but this time they felt different. Every smile, every moment, every word now felt fake. I questioned everything. Had they been laughing behind my back all along? How long had this been happening without me knowing? The thought made my stomach twist painfully again inside.

Anger slowly replaced the pain, burning deep within me. I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my skin. This couldn’t be the end of my story. They didn’t get to destroy me and walk away like nothing happened. No, I refused to stay broken because of them anymore.

I stood up slowly, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. My breathing steadied, though my heart still hurt. I wasn’t weak, no matter how shattered I felt. If they thought I would disappear quietly, they were wrong. This wasn’t over. Not even close. It was just beginning.

I opened the car door and headed to Mia’s place, the only person I could trust at that moment. My hands still trembled on the steering wheel, but I forced myself to stay focused. I needed to get there safely. She had always been there for me, never judging, always listening patiently.