Chapter 1
My Son Saw His Father With Another Woman—Then Watched Him Hit Me When I Asked the Truth
My ten-year-old son was supposed to be asleep when he saw his father kissing another woman in our kitchen.
I had come downstairs after hearing voices.
My husband, Ethan, was standing beside a woman I had never seen before.
Her hand was resting on his chest.
“Who is she?” I asked.
Ethan immediately stepped away from her.
“Sarah, keep your voice down.”
The woman grabbed her purse.
“I should go.”
“No,” I said. “I want to know why you’re in my house.”
Ethan moved between us.
“You’re making this bigger than it is.”
Then I noticed a key in the woman’s hand.
It was our spare house key.
“How long has she had that?”
Ethan said nothing.
Neither of us noticed our son, Noah, standing halfway down the stairs.
The woman whispered, “Ethan, you promised she already knew.”
My stomach dropped.
“Knew what?”
Ethan grabbed my arm.
“Stop.”
I pulled away.
“Don’t touch me.”
Then I asked the woman, “How long have you been sleeping with my husband?”
Ethan suddenly slapped me across the face.
I stumbled against the kitchen counter.
And behind us, Noah screamed.
“Dad!”
Ethan froze.
Noah ran downstairs and stood in front of me.
“You hit Mom!”
“Go upstairs,” Ethan ordered.
“No!”
I put my arms around my son.
Then Noah looked at the other woman and started crying.
“I know who you are.”
The woman’s face changed.
I stared at him.
“Noah… what do you mean?”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his tablet.
“I saw Dad with her before.”
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Ethan rushed toward him.
But Noah backed away and said, “I recorded what Dad told her about you.”
