Ashton’s face went pale as he pointed toward the yard. “Is that your mom?” he asked, nervously.
I chuckled, trying to ease the tension. “Yes, that’s her. Don’t be nervous; they’ll love you.”
Ashton took a deep breath. “Savannah, I have to tell you something. Before we were together, I had an affair with your mom.”
My heart dropped. “What?” I asked, unable to process the words.
Ashton’s expression was grave. “I didn’t know she was your mom when we started dating. I swear, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Mom was outside, blissfully watering plants, unaware of the turmoil unfolding. I needed answers. “I need to talk to her,” I said, trembling..
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Ashton tried to hold me back. “Let’s think this through. Maybe there’s a better way to handle it.”
But I felt a surge of anger and betrayal. I insisted on confronting Mom alone. Ashton reluctantly agreed and waited in the car while I approached the house.
In the living room, I confronted Mom. “Ashton said you had an affair with him. Is that true?”
Mom’s face crumpled with guilt. “Savannah, it was a terrible mistake. I never meant to hurt anyone.”
“A mistake?” I shouted. “You’ve shattered everything!”
Mom tried to explain, but I was overwhelmed. “How could you do this to Dad? To us?”
Mom’s voice was shaky. “Your dad doesn’t know. I was feeling so lonely… I made a terrible choice.”
I was devastated. The woman I had admired had betrayed us. I told Mom I didn’t know if I could forgive her, and I walked away to the kitchen.
Ashton followed me, his frustration evident. “So you’re just going to lie to him? That’s not fair.”
“I don’t know what to do!” I cried. “I can’t destroy my family.”
Ashton’s response was cold. “If you can’t be honest with your father, I don’t know if I can be with you.”
Desperate, I begged Ashton not to leave, but he walked out. Alone, I felt like my world was collapsing.
A week later, I received a message from Dad: “I’m leaving. Ashton told me everything about your mom’s affair. I need time to heal. Take care of yourself.”
Heartbroken, I called Ashton. “Why did you tell my dad?” I demanded.
“He deserved to know the truth,” Ashton said. “I couldn’t let him live in the dark.”
“You should have talked to me first!” I yelled. “You’ve hurt everyone!”
Ashton replied, “I can’t be with someone who hides the truth. I don’t trust you anymore.”
I was left feeling abandoned by everyone I loved. Mom and I were distant, and now Ashton was gone too. A month later, I’m still reeling and have started therapy to help me cope. Could I have done anything differently? I’m seeking advice on how to move forward.
