My Stepfather Cheated on My Mom, and She Stayed Silent – I Made Him Regret It

Jacob made us scrambled eggs with toast and orange juice, like he used to when I was little. We didn’t talk much over breakfast. I think we were both just trying to wrap our heads around what came next.

After I finished eating, he set his fork down and asked, “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded.

“He thinks silence means he’s safe. I want to show him it doesn’t.”

He gave a small smile, not wide but proud. “Alright. But we’re going to do this smartly.”

For the next hour, Jacob helped me come up with a plan. Not revenge, exactly. Just the truth, wrapped in something Mike couldn’t ignore or twist.

I showed him the photos I’d secretly taken on my phone over the last few weeks. One showed lipstick on Mike’s collar. Another captured his hand without a wedding ring. I also had a video of him coming home at midnight while Mom waited up, pretending not to cry.

“Solid,” Jacob said, flipping through them.

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