When My Husband Cheated and My Kids Turned Against Me, I Faced an Impossible Choice (Part 1) — Story of the Day

I stood at the stove, stirring soup, watching it bubble but feeling far away. The house was quiet, just like every evening. Then, Jack came through the front door.

No “Hi,” no “How’s your day?” My husband didn’t even glance my way. He tossed his jacket onto a chair and began talking about work.

“There’s another event next week,” he said, not missing a beat. “You’re coming.”

“I don’t want to go,” I replied softly, knowing it didn’t matter what I said.

Jack kept talking, ignoring my answer like always. His life was all about work, the people he could impress, and how he looked to them.

I was just another accessory he expected to show up with.

We sat down for dinner soon after. Lucas, our 17 y/o son, was already glued to his phone. He looked up for a second, barely meeting my eyes, then went back to texting.

“You know, you could help set the table,” I said, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah, maybe later,” he muttered, not looking up.

Jack glanced at Lucas and smiled, but didn’t say anything. He’d always been the easy parent, giving Lucas everything he wanted. A car, money, and no rules.

Lucas saw Jack as the cool one, while I was just the nagging mom who made him eat his vegetables and study.

Across from me, Mia, our 14 y/o daughter, sat with her head down, texting just like her brother. WeI barely talked anymore. Like Lucas, she looked up to Jack. He let her go to parties, didn’t question her friends, didn’t tell her no.

“I’m going to Katie’s after dinner,” Mia said suddenly.

“No, Mia, you can’t…” I began, but Jack cut me off with a quick nod.

“Sure, it’s fine,” he said, not even looking at me.

“Jack, we need to talk about…” I tried again.

“Not now,” he said, brushing me off. “We’ll deal with it later.”

That’s how it always was. I was the one left to say NO, to worry about things. Jack, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the tension around the table.

He glanced at his watch and looked at me.

“Be ready by six,” he said. “We’re going to the party tonight. And please, smile. I need to make a good impression on my partners.”

I stared at my plate, feeling small. A stranger in my own home. A ghost at my own table. And no one seemed to notice.

***

The party was the same as always—lavish, loud, and exhausting. I stood off to the side while Jack entertained his business partners, shaking hands, exchanging jokes, completely forgetting I existed. That was his world. I was just part of the scenery.

I watched from a distance, trying to blend into the wallpaper. Then I saw her. Claire. Again. She was always there, always too close to Jack.

I noticed how she leaned in when he talked, how her smile lingered just a second too long. It wasn’t a coincidence. I had seen it too many times before. My stomach churned.

I needed air. Without a word, I slipped out onto the balcony, hoping to escape the weight of the evening. The cool breeze hit my face, I could breathe again.

But then I saw him.

“Emily?”

There was Daniel, my first love. He looked almost the same with his kind eyes and sincere smile. It was as if no time had passed.

“Daniel… I can’t believe it’s you.”

He stepped closer. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

We started talking, and it felt so easy, so natural. Like slipping back into an old, favorite sweater.

Memories of a simpler time flooded my mind when I was just Emily, not Jack’s wife or Lucas and Mia’s mom. That time I had dreams and wasn’t defined by anyone else. For the first time in years, I felt… alive.

“You seem tired,” Daniel said, worrying. “Are you okay?”

I smiled weakly, not sure how to answer. “Life… it’s just been a lot lately.”

“I get it. Maybe we should meet again, just to catch up. It’s good to talk sometimes.”

“I’m married now, Daniel.”

“I know,” he said gently. “But I’m only offering a conversation.”

Before he left, Daniel handed me a card.

“I won’t be in town long, but if you ever need someone to talk to… don’t hesitate.”

I stared at the card. As he walked away, I realized something had changed in me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hope, maybe?

But before the feeling could take root, I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away.

No, this isn’t who I am. I am married, I have a family. I need to focus on that.

I turned to find Jack. I wanted to go home, to wrap my arms around him and pretend everything was fine.

But when I stepped back into the party, Claire was already by his side. Jack didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Ready to go?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Jack raised an eyebrow, glanced at his watch, and shook his head.

“I called you a taxi. You’re clearly ready to leave.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I knew you’d want to rush home,” he said with a casual shrug. “That’s just how you are. You never stay through these things. It’s fine. I’ll stay—it’s important.”

“Jack… why is she always with you?” I blurted, my eyes darting toward Claire, who was now pretending not to listen.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Emily, don’t start. Don’t turn this around on me. You’re the one running off, not me.”

It was always like this. No matter what I said, no matter what I felt, somehow, I was always to blame.

“Fine,” I whispered.

The taxi arrived moments later, and I climbed in, feeling more alone than ever.

***

The next morning, I woke up and reached out instinctively, but Jack’s side of the bed was empty, and cold. He hadn’t come home. My heart sank as I sat up, and my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

It was a text from Jack:

“Stayed at a friend’s. Late night talking.”

I stared at the message. There was no warmth, no real explanation. Just words that felt like a hollow excuse. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. Something deep inside me knew the truth.

Downstairs, I made breakfast, trying to keep things normal. But nothing felt normal anymore.Mia wandered into the kitchen, barely looking at me as she grabbed her phone from the counter.

“I’m staying at Olivia’s tonight after the party.”

“No, Mia,” I said, setting the plates on the table. “You’re staying home tonight.”

Her eyes flashed with anger, and she slammed her phone down onto the counter.

“Dad already said I could go!”

“Well, I’m saying you can’t. You’re fourteen, Mia. You can’t just do whatever you want.”

Mia pushed her plate away.

“You’re always making things harder! Dad lets me do what I want, but you…”

She stood up, her face red with frustration.

“No wonder he doesn’t love you anymore! You’re always ruining everything!”

Her words hit me hard. Before I could say anything, she stormed out of the room. Lucas, who had been sitting quietly at the table, finally spoke up.

“Mia’s right, you know.”

“What?”

“It’s obvious,” he continued. “Dad’s seeing someone else. It’s because of you.”

I blinked, unable to comprehend what I was hearing.

“What do you mean?”

Lucas shrugged, looking at me with disappointment.

“You’ve let yourself go. You’re always nagging him, always making things hard. No wonder he’s found someone else who understands him.”

My chest tightened as his words sank in. My own children saw me as the problem. I had lost them, just as I had lost Jack.

I walked over to the kitchen counter, where Daniel’s business card still sat.

***

Later that afternoon, I made the call to Daniel. I needed someone to listen.

When we met, I felt an immediate sense of relief, like a weight was lifting from my chest. For the first time in years, I allowed myself to speak openly.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I began.

“Jack… it’s like he’s been slipping away for years. At first, I thought it was me, that I wasn’t doing enough. But no matter how hard I tried, nothing changed.”

Daniel was sitting beside me, listening quietly, nodding now and then, but never interrupting.

“I gave up so much,” I continued, my words coming out faster now. “My dreams, my happiness. I let myself disappear for him. And now… now I feel like I’m nobody. Just lost and empty.”

“Emily, it sounds like you’ve been carrying a lot for a long time.”

“Yeah, I have.”

“You deserve better,” he said softly. “You really do.”

For years, I had convinced myself that this was normal, that my happiness didn’t matter. But now, sitting there with Daniel, hearing someone else say it, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

As we continued walking, something in the distance caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat. It was Jack. He was with Claire. And they kissed!

OMG! Is that a bad dream?

“What is it?” Daniel asked, following my gaze.

“That’s Jack… and Claire.”

Daniel and I stood still, watching them kissing. Jack didn’t see me.

Something inside me shifted at that moment. Something final. Whatever I had felt for him was gone.

Daniel carefully took my hand.

“It’s not my place to say, Emily. But, maybe, the kids need some time without you around to realize what they’re missing. Sometimes it takes distance for people to understand.”

I glanced up at him, unsure of what to say, but he wasn’t finished.

“I’m flying out to Florida tomorrow. I have a house there, plenty of space. You’re welcome to come with me. I’m not asking for anything, and I won’t pressure you. It’ll give you some time to clear your head, to think things over before you decide what you want.”

The idea of getting away, of escaping the heaviness of my life, was tempting. But I was scared of making the wrong choice, scared of what might happen if I left.

“I’ll send you the ticket tonight,” Daniel continued.

“You don’t have to make any decisions now. Just… think about it.”

“I should go,” I said suddenly, feeling the need to escape the conversation, the park, everything. Without waiting for a response, I hurried away.