My Husband's Mistress is Our Son's Teacher - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I'd always been the one showing up at parent-teacher conferences. Ryan? Too "swamped with work" to bother.
But something shifted after James begged him to come to Sports Day. To my shock, Ryan actually showed up—cheering from the sidelines like some doting dad. After that, he started making time to pick James up from school regularly.
When I asked about the sudden change, he shrugged it off. "James' teacher cornered me. Gave me some speech about 'absentee parenting.' Said I couldn't just check out of my kid's life." He smirked. "So here I am—Father of the Year."
Watching James light up at his dad's attention warmed my heart... but something felt off. Ryan didn't take orders from anyone, least some elementary school teacher.
Call it gut instinct, but I listened in on one of his calls. That's when I discovered his little affair with Annie Jo—James' sweet-as-pie English teacher.
"Maybe you could teach me a few things too, Ms. Jo," Ryan purred, his voice slick with innuendo.
Annie's giggle made my skin crawl. "Patience, Mr. Prescott. With you? I'd make time. Not just an afternoon—try a lifetime."
Bile rose in my throat.
Annie was that fresh-faced intern everyone adored—soft-spoken, always clutching her lesson plans like a security blanket. James raved about her. I'd even complimented her cardigans in the pickup line.
And this was how she repaid me?
White-hot fury licked through my veins. I wanted to burst in and claw Ryan's smug face off. Cheating was one thing, but our son's teacher? Had he no shame?
As for Annie—pretty, young, with her whole damn life ahead of her—was she really this pathetic?
I gnawed my lip raw listening to their nauseating banter. But exposing them now would wreck James. They might not care about collateral damage, but I did.
Ryan's betrayal brought me to the edge, but James anchored me. Still—I wasn't about to play the victim. These two deserved karma with teeth.
First step: evidence.
Tailing Ryan was disgustingly easy. Dinner dates. Shopping sprees. Stolen kisses by her apartment door. With his usual flings, Ryan operated on a cash-for-companionship basis. But Annie? He lingered. Laughed at her dumb jokes.
Funny how you can measure a man's interest by how much time he's willing to waste.
One evening, I watched from the shadows as Ryan tried to kiss her goodbye. She turned her cheek last second.
"I know this is wrong," Annie whispered, doe eyes glistening, "but when you call... I just can't say no."
Ryan pulled her close. "My marriage died years ago. Once I divorce her, we'll be together properly."
"And James?"
"He adores you," Ryan said without missing a beat.
My manicure snapped as my fists clenched. They weren't just betraying me—they were planning to steal my son.
As if James would ever accept this. Whenever Ryan and I fought, my boy would plant himself between us like a tiny knight. "Dad," he'd scold, "you don't treat ladies like that."
This time would be no different.
But something shifted after James begged him to come to Sports Day. To my shock, Ryan actually showed up—cheering from the sidelines like some doting dad. After that, he started making time to pick James up from school regularly.
When I asked about the sudden change, he shrugged it off. "James' teacher cornered me. Gave me some speech about 'absentee parenting.' Said I couldn't just check out of my kid's life." He smirked. "So here I am—Father of the Year."
Watching James light up at his dad's attention warmed my heart... but something felt off. Ryan didn't take orders from anyone, least some elementary school teacher.
Call it gut instinct, but I listened in on one of his calls. That's when I discovered his little affair with Annie Jo—James' sweet-as-pie English teacher.
"Maybe you could teach me a few things too, Ms. Jo," Ryan purred, his voice slick with innuendo.
Annie's giggle made my skin crawl. "Patience, Mr. Prescott. With you? I'd make time. Not just an afternoon—try a lifetime."
Bile rose in my throat.
Annie was that fresh-faced intern everyone adored—soft-spoken, always clutching her lesson plans like a security blanket. James raved about her. I'd even complimented her cardigans in the pickup line.
And this was how she repaid me?
White-hot fury licked through my veins. I wanted to burst in and claw Ryan's smug face off. Cheating was one thing, but our son's teacher? Had he no shame?
As for Annie—pretty, young, with her whole damn life ahead of her—was she really this pathetic?
I gnawed my lip raw listening to their nauseating banter. But exposing them now would wreck James. They might not care about collateral damage, but I did.
Ryan's betrayal brought me to the edge, but James anchored me. Still—I wasn't about to play the victim. These two deserved karma with teeth.
First step: evidence.
Tailing Ryan was disgustingly easy. Dinner dates. Shopping sprees. Stolen kisses by her apartment door. With his usual flings, Ryan operated on a cash-for-companionship basis. But Annie? He lingered. Laughed at her dumb jokes.
Funny how you can measure a man's interest by how much time he's willing to waste.
One evening, I watched from the shadows as Ryan tried to kiss her goodbye. She turned her cheek last second.
"I know this is wrong," Annie whispered, doe eyes glistening, "but when you call... I just can't say no."
Ryan pulled her close. "My marriage died years ago. Once I divorce her, we'll be together properly."
"And James?"
"He adores you," Ryan said without missing a beat.
My manicure snapped as my fists clenched. They weren't just betraying me—they were planning to steal my son.
As if James would ever accept this. Whenever Ryan and I fought, my boy would plant himself between us like a tiny knight. "Dad," he'd scold, "you don't treat ladies like that."
This time would be no different.
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