It was an ordinary workday until my son Ethan called me in a trembling voice, begging me to come home. In the background, I heard my wife Claire warning him not to tell me something. Panic hit me instantly. I rushed out of the office, terrified for my son and confused by Claire’s strange behavior.

On the drive, memories flooded my mind. After losing my first wife during childbirth, Ethan became my whole world. Years later, Claire entered our lives with warmth and kindness, becoming a loving stepmom — or so I thought. Recently she’d become distant, snapping at Ethan and hiding things. Still, nothing prepared me for what I was about to discover.

When I arrived, Ethan led me upstairs and quietly pointed to our bedroom. I opened the door and found Claire with another man. She tried to make excuses, but it was too late — Ethan had seen everything and even recorded it because he wanted me to know the truth. Seeing my son’s pain hurt more than the betrayal itself.

I filed for divorce and focused on protecting Ethan. The months that followed were painful, but we got through them together. When the divorce was finalized, Ethan squeezed my hand and said, “We’ve got each other.” In that moment, I knew that no matter what happens next, we’ll be okay — because we still have our bond, and that’s stronger than any betrayal.