My 5-Year-Old Was Always Whining Around My New Husband — When I Asked Why, He Whispered, ‘He Said I’m a Problem’

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alice, come on.

He must’ve misunderstood. I was talking about a guy at work. His name is Jeremy.

You know, we’ve been dealing with a mess of paperwork, and I probably said something in frustration.”

I studied his face, searching for any sign of a lie. “So, you weren’t talking about my son?”

“Of course not. I’d never say something like that about him.

I love that kid.”

I let out a shaky breath, nodding. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe Jeremy really had misheard.

“I’ll talk to him in the morning,” Sam promised.

“I’ll clear everything up.”

And he did.

The next morning, he sat Jeremy down and reassured him that it was all a misunderstanding. My little boy nodded as Sam explained everything. I was relieved to see Jeremy smile.

But when I told my mother about it, she frowned.

“Have you ever been to his office? Do you know anyone he works with?”

“I know where he works,” I told her. “I have the address.”

“That’s not what I asked,” she said.

“Do you know anyone he actually works with? Have you met any of his coworkers?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came. The truth was, I hadn’t.

I had never been to his office or met any of his colleagues.

“Alice, something isn’t right,” Mom said. “You need to check.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Mom, you’re being paranoid.”

“Am I?” she shot back.

“Or are you ignoring the signs?”

The next morning, as I packed Jeremy’s lunch, my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was urgent.

“Alice, I checked,” she said.

“That address he gave you? There’s no record of him working there. No one’s ever heard of him.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

“How do you know that?” I asked in a trembling voice.

“Remember Mrs.

Parker? She works there,” my mom replied. “She confirmed, Alice.

Sam doesn’t work there.”

At that point, I was sure Sam was hiding something from me. And I had to find out what that was.

That evening, I told Sam I had to visit my mother because she wasn’t feeling well. I told him I’d stay there for a few days with Jeremy.

As expected, he didn’t mind.

He told me we could stay there as long as my mom needed.

Once we were at my mother’s house, I locked the door behind me and sank onto the couch. I needed to know the truth.

Hiring a private investigator wasn’t something I had ever imagined doing, but desperation pushed me into action.

I needed facts. I needed real, undeniable proof of who Sam was.

Three days later, I got my answer.

“It’s worse than you think,” the investigator said as he handed me a folder.

My hands trembled as I opened it.

Inside were phone records, financial statements, and a detailed report of Sam’s past.

His entire life was a lie.Continue reading…