At first, I thought it was a joke. Maybe she borrowed someone’s phone? Maybe I was misunderstanding something that had an innocent explanation.
But the next message shattered that illusion:
Aaron: “Of course. No one will ever know. ❤️”
I spent the rest of the night scrolling through their messages.
I felt my whole body go cold.
There were months of secret conversations—inside jokes, flirty banter, hotel bookings, pictures I didn’t want to see.
They were laughing about keeping it from me. About how I’d “never suspect.”
I remember reading the line: “She’s so trusting. Poor thing.” That was my mother. Talking about me.
It wasn’t just an affair. It was a betrayal by two of the people who were supposed to love me most.
When Aaron finally came home around 2 a.m., I was still awake, sitting on the couch.
