My Husband's Mistress is Our Son's Teacher - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Ryan announced this weekend was "father-son bonding time" - his words, complete with air quotes. He made a point of saying it was just for the two of them. Translation: I wasn't invited.
Like the perfect little Stepford wife, I smiled and waved as they left. The second their car turned the corner, I threw on jeans and followed them.
Of course, I caught them red-handed halfway across town when they stopped to pick up Annie Jo.
My nails dug into my palms as I fought to keep my rage in check. A bitter laugh escaped me. As if my son could be bought with cheap tricks and ice cream.
James might be young, but he's nobody's fool. Kids these days? They know everything. The internet makes sure of that. Even if we don't spell it out, they piece things together.
At least, that's what I kept telling myself.
I was dead wrong.
James didn't bat an eye when Annie climbed into the car. Instead, he lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Aunt Annie! This is gonna be the best day ever!" His squeal of delight practically shattered the windows.
Inside, I was screaming. That's not your sweet teacher anymore, baby - that's the woman trying to steal your father and replace me!
But my son couldn't hear me.
The happy trio spent the day at the amusement park, all laughter and cotton candy. I trailed behind, watching my family slip through my fingers. Later, they cozied up in some quaint mom-and-pop diner, then hit the mall where Ryan and Annie spoiled James rotten with clothes and toys.
The knife twisted deeper when I heard James tell Annie, "You get me way better than Mom. She always says no to everything fun."
Then the gut punch: "Sometimes I wish you were my mom. You're way cooler - Mom's always yelling about rules."
Ryan smirked. "What if Aunt Annie really became your mom?"
James actually paused to consider it. "Hmm... maybe?"
The world tilted. I gripped a railing, suddenly dizzy. I'd made peace with Ryan's cheating, but this? Losing my son's love? That I never saw coming.
I always believed I was a good mother.
No junk food? Because he'd eat nothing but candy if I let him. Those "cool" clothes? Cheap fabric gives him rashes. Every decision, every rule - made with his best interests at heart.
Yes, we have a nanny, but James is my child. My flesh and blood. No hired help could ever care for him like I do.
Am I perfect? Hell no. I lose my temper. I nag. But I never imagined my love would feel like chains to him. Never dreamed he'd see trading me in as an upgrade.
A stranger stopped. "Ma'am? You okay?"
Up ahead, Ryan suddenly turned, scanning the crowd. Even heartbroken, my reflexes kicked in - I ducked behind a display before he spotted me.
Somehow, when they came home laden with shopping bags, I greeted them with my usual smile. "Wow! Someone had fun today!"
"Dad got me all the stuff my friends have!" James chirped, the perfect little liar.
The truth hit me like a freight train. My sweet, innocent boy? Not so innocent after all.
The signs had been there for months. Ryan's sudden interest in school events. James' new "Aunt Annie" obsession. I'd just refused to see it.
Now I see clearly. In this house, I'm the ghost. They're all just waiting for the new woman to take my place.
I used to think being James' mother was everything. Now I know how little that title means.
Game over.
It's time to fight for what's mine.
Like the perfect little Stepford wife, I smiled and waved as they left. The second their car turned the corner, I threw on jeans and followed them.
Of course, I caught them red-handed halfway across town when they stopped to pick up Annie Jo.
My nails dug into my palms as I fought to keep my rage in check. A bitter laugh escaped me. As if my son could be bought with cheap tricks and ice cream.
James might be young, but he's nobody's fool. Kids these days? They know everything. The internet makes sure of that. Even if we don't spell it out, they piece things together.
At least, that's what I kept telling myself.
I was dead wrong.
James didn't bat an eye when Annie climbed into the car. Instead, he lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Aunt Annie! This is gonna be the best day ever!" His squeal of delight practically shattered the windows.
Inside, I was screaming. That's not your sweet teacher anymore, baby - that's the woman trying to steal your father and replace me!
But my son couldn't hear me.
The happy trio spent the day at the amusement park, all laughter and cotton candy. I trailed behind, watching my family slip through my fingers. Later, they cozied up in some quaint mom-and-pop diner, then hit the mall where Ryan and Annie spoiled James rotten with clothes and toys.
The knife twisted deeper when I heard James tell Annie, "You get me way better than Mom. She always says no to everything fun."
Then the gut punch: "Sometimes I wish you were my mom. You're way cooler - Mom's always yelling about rules."
Ryan smirked. "What if Aunt Annie really became your mom?"
James actually paused to consider it. "Hmm... maybe?"
The world tilted. I gripped a railing, suddenly dizzy. I'd made peace with Ryan's cheating, but this? Losing my son's love? That I never saw coming.
I always believed I was a good mother.
No junk food? Because he'd eat nothing but candy if I let him. Those "cool" clothes? Cheap fabric gives him rashes. Every decision, every rule - made with his best interests at heart.
Yes, we have a nanny, but James is my child. My flesh and blood. No hired help could ever care for him like I do.
Am I perfect? Hell no. I lose my temper. I nag. But I never imagined my love would feel like chains to him. Never dreamed he'd see trading me in as an upgrade.
A stranger stopped. "Ma'am? You okay?"
Up ahead, Ryan suddenly turned, scanning the crowd. Even heartbroken, my reflexes kicked in - I ducked behind a display before he spotted me.
Somehow, when they came home laden with shopping bags, I greeted them with my usual smile. "Wow! Someone had fun today!"
"Dad got me all the stuff my friends have!" James chirped, the perfect little liar.
The truth hit me like a freight train. My sweet, innocent boy? Not so innocent after all.
The signs had been there for months. Ryan's sudden interest in school events. James' new "Aunt Annie" obsession. I'd just refused to see it.
Now I see clearly. In this house, I'm the ghost. They're all just waiting for the new woman to take my place.
I used to think being James' mother was everything. Now I know how little that title means.
Game over.
It's time to fight for what's mine.
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