I Discovered My Father Is Che😳ting On My Stepmom – Just like He Che😳ted On My Late Mom

“Mia, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me.

What are you doing here?” she said, her voice trembling. “Where’s your father?”

I pointed to the elevator, my hand shaking. “Room 512,” I choked out.

“He’s up there. With her.”

Her face went pale. “Who?

What are you saying?”

“You’ll know what I’m saying. Go to room 512.”

Her hands dropped to her sides, and for a moment, she just stared at me, her lips parted in disbelief. Without another word, she stood and marched to the elevator, her shoulders squared.

I followed a few paces behind, my legs feeling like lead.

When we reached the door, Diana pounded on it so hard the sound echoed down the hallway.

The door swung open, and there he was. Dad. Shirtless, messy, and utterly stunned.

His face went white when he saw us.

“D-DIANA?! MIA?!” he stammered. “What are you —”

“Save it,” Diana snapped, her voice cold and sharp.

“What are YOU doing here? And who is… SHE??”

His mistress appeared behind him, her lipstick smeared and her hair slightly disheveled. Diana’s eyes flicked to her, and for a moment, her expression crumbled.

Her lips trembled, her breathing quickened, but she didn’t let the tears fall.

“Mia told me everything,” she said, her voice trembling with both anger and pain. “How could you do this to me? After everything I’ve done for you?

For us?”

“Diana, I can explain,” he started, but she held up a hand.

“I don’t want to hear it,” she hissed. “You’ve already said and done enough. I trusted you.

But you broke more than my trust today, David.”

It’s been a week since that night.

Diana and I moved out the next day. I offered to stay with a friend so she could have some space, but she wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re the only person I can trust right now, Mia,” she’d said.

She’s been incredibly kind to me, even thanking me for telling her the truth.

“It must’ve been so hard for you,” she said one night, tears brimming in her eyes. “But you did the right thing. I’ll never forget that.”

My dad’s been calling and texting nonstop after Diana sent him the divorce papers.

Every message is the same: “I’m sorry. Please talk to me. Let me explain.

I made a mistake. :(”

But I haven’t responded. Some mistakes are so unforgivable and devastating that you can never take them back… or forget them.

Source: amomama