Motherhood prepares you for many things – but not for the day you find evidence your son is blackmailing your husband.
It started with an ordinary cleaning day. In Jake’s closet, I found a piggy bank I’d never seen before. When it slipped from my hands, the truth came spilling out – literally. Wads of cash and photos of David’s affairs scattered across the floor.
The hardest part? Learning my 14-year-old had become a blackmailer. He’d followed David, taken the photos, and demanded payment to keep quiet. My husband paid. My son profited. And I? I was the last to know.
When the divorce papers were signed, Jake chose to live with his father. The house is quieter now. The wounds are fresh. But I’m discovering something surprising – sometimes things need to break completely before you can rebuild them right.
