Alice’s son has always been a happy child, but lately, he’s been shrinking as soon as her new husband, Sam, enters the room. At first, she didn’t think much of it. But then her son said something about Sam that made her shudder.
Being a single mother was never part of my plans.
When I married my first husband, Daniel, I dreamed of building a life with him and raising our child in a loving home.
But fate had other ideas.
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Jeremy was barely a few weeks old when I woke up one morning and found Daniel was gone.
At first, I thought he’d gone for a walk or gone out for coffee. But then I noticed his closet was empty and his suitcase was gone.
His toothbrush was also missing.
I panicked and immediately called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail.
Then I called his best friend, Chris.
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“Hey, Chris, have you heard from Daniel? He’s not home.”
Silence. Then a sigh.
“Alice, I… I think you should sit down before I tell you what’s going on.”
That’s when I learned the truth.
Daniel hadn’t just left me. He’d run off to another country with another woman.
A woman he’d been seeing behind my back for months.
I spent weeks in a daze after learning where my husband was. I was unable to eat, sleep, or function properly.
And the worst part was, I blamed myself for everything. Wasn’t I enough? Did I do something wrong? Why did he leave us like this?
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But when I finally mustered the courage to face the truth, I realized it had nothing to do with me. He was the one who was selfish. He was the one who betrayed our family.
And I refused to let his betrayal define me.
I quickly threw myself into work, determined to give Jeremy the best life possible. My mother took care of Jeremy while I juggled my job.
Slowly, the pain faded, and I began to find happiness in the small moments. I found myself laughing at Jeremy’s laughter and loving the way he called me “Mom.”
Over time, I realized that we were doing very well.
Then I met Sam.
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It was a busy afternoon at my favorite coffee shop. Jeremy was at daycare, and I had just finished a long morning of work.
I rummaged in my bag to pay, but realized my card wasn’t working.
“Oh, come on,” I mumbled, trying again.
Still nothing.
The cashier gave me a polite but tired look, and I felt the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. As I was about to put my coffee down, a deep voice spoke up behind me.
“Let me sort this out.”
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I turned to see a tall man with warm brown eyes. He took out his card and tapped it against the machine.
“Oh no, you don’t have to…”
“Really, it’s good,” he said with a charming smile. “It’s just a coffee.”
I hesitated before sighing. “Okay. But give me your number so I can reimburse you.”
He chuckled. “Deal.”
That’s how it all began. A simple act of kindness. A number exchanged. A text here and there.
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Over time, I learned that Sam was an insurance broker. He was two years older than me and didn’t mind me being the mother of a little boy.
I still remember the day I told him about Jeremy.
“Alice, this is wonderful!” he enthused. “I love children.”
For the first time in years, I felt hope blossom within me. Maybe love wasn’t out of the question after all.
We dated for a year before getting married, and Sam was everything I could have asked for. He was attentive and patient and never made me feel like I was “in the way.”
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The best part was that Jeremy bonded with him instantly, giggling at his silly jokes and reaching out to him whenever we walked together.
That’s when I let my guard down for the first time in a long time. That’s when I thought we were finally a family.
But then… my life took an unexpected turn. I never thought I’d experience something like this.
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It all started the day my mother took me aside. She had a worried look on her face.
“Alice,” she began quietly. “Can’t you see he’s always complaining around Sam?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Just watch him. Every time Sam is around, Jeremy looks different.”
At first, I thought my mother was being overprotective. She had always been wary of men after what Daniel had done to me.
But later that evening, I started to pay attention.
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Jeremy was always so cheerful when we were together. He laughed, played, and chatted endlessly about his day at daycare. But as soon as Sam walked into the room, something changed.
His shoulders would stiffen, his voice would quiet down, and sometimes he would start crying for no apparent reason.
This made me realize that I needed to talk to Sam about it.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” I said to him later that evening.
He looked up from his phone. “Sure.”
“Have you noticed how Jeremy acts around you?”
“What do you mean?”
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I hesitated. “He… he gets quiet. Sometimes he even cries.”
“Alice, I love this child,” he said. “I treat him like he’s my own. Why would he want to…”
“I know,” I interrupted, unsure if I’d offended him. “I just… I don’t know.”
He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Maybe he’s adjusting. This is a big change for him, isn’t it? A new father figure. It’s a lot for a five-year-old.”
I nodded, wanting to believe him. He sounded so sincere. But deep down, something didn’t add up.
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A few days later, I picked Jeremy up from daycare, and on the way home, we stopped for ice cream. He sat on the bench next to me, licking his cone.
“Hey, kid,” I said kindly. “Can I ask you something?”
He nodded as he enjoyed his ice cream.
“Why do you get angry around Sam?”
His smile faded and he turned the other way.
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“You can tell me anything, darling,” I said, turning him back to me. “I won’t be angry.”
“I heard Dad talking on the phone…” He looked at me. “And he said I was trouble.”
I couldn’t understand.
“Are you sure, darling?”
Jeremy shook his head.
“Yes. He said, ‘Little Jeremy is trouble.’ I didn’t hear the rest because I ran to my room.” He hesitated before asking in a small voice, “Mom, is he going to leave like my first dad?”
Tears welled up in her big brown eyes. I couldn’t bear it.
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I pulled him into my arms, stroking his hair. “Oh, darling, no. I’ll never let anyone leave you, okay?”
That evening, I confronted Sam.
As soon as Jeremy fell asleep, I stood in front of him. “Did you call Jeremy a problem?”
Sam looked up from the couch. “What?”
“Jeremy heard you on the phone. He said you called him a problem.”
For a split second, something flickered in his expression. Something dark.
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But then his face quickly cleared.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alice, come on. He must have misunderstood. I was talking about a guy at work. His name is Jeremy. You know, we were dealing with a bunch of paperwork, and I probably said something out of frustration.”
I studied his face, looking for any sign of lying. “So you weren’t talking about my son?”
“Of course not. I would never say something like that about him. I love that child.”
I let out a shaky breath and nodded. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe Jeremy had really misheard.
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“I’ll talk to him in the morning,” Sam promises. “I’ll clear everything up.”
And that’s what 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 him. “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 colleagues?”
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I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came. The truth was, I hadn’t. I’d never been to his office, and I’d never met any of his colleagues.
“Alice, something’s wrong,” Mom said. “You need to check.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “Mom, you’re paranoid.”
“Really?” she retorted. “Or are you ignoring the signs?”
The next morning, as I was preparing Jeremy’s lunch, my phone rang. It was my mother. Her voice was urgent.
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“Alice, I checked,” she said. “The 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.
“Do you remember Mrs. Parker? She works there,” my mother replied. “She confirmed it, Alice. Sam doesn’t work there.”
At that moment, I was sure Sam was hiding something from me. And I had to find out what it was.
That evening, I told Sam I had to visit my mother because she wasn’t feeling well. I told him I would stay there for a few days with Jeremy.
As I expected, he didn’t mind. He told me we could stay there as long as my mother needed.
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Once at my mother’s house, I closed the door behind me and sank onto the sofa. I needed to know the truth.
Hiring a private investigator wasn’t something I’d ever imagined doing, but desperation drove me to action.
I needed facts. I needed real, undeniable proof of Sam’s identity.
Three days later, I got my answer.
“It’s worse than you think,” the investigator said, handing me a file.
My hands shook when I opened it. Inside were phone records, financial statements, and a detailed report on Sam’s past.
His whole life was a lie.
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The office address he’d given me? It was fake. There was no insurance company or colleague named Jeremy.
The investigator had tapped Sam’s phone and discovered everything. It turned out Sam had been talking to his mother that night, not a colleague.
The investigator told me that they were scammers and that it was their game.
“He planned to trap you with your job,” the investigator continued. “Your job gives you access to financial accounts, doesn’t it? He set everything up so that if anything goes wrong, you’ll be the one to pay. Once you’re arrested, he has access to your assets, including your savings and your home.”
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I grabbed the file as I began to realize what a problem Jeremy was for Sam and his mother. If I went to prison, Sam would either have to take care of him or place him in state custody.
He didn’t just swindle me. He planned to completely erase me from the equation.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “What do I do now?”
“Go to the police, Alice,” the investigator said firmly. “As soon as possible.”
I didn’t hesitate.
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Armed with the investigator’s conclusions, I went directly to the authorities. The evidence was overwhelming.
I discovered that Sam and his mother had a long history of con artists. They had moved from state to state under different identities.
But this time, he went further by marrying me. And I guess it was because I had something precious.
Once I told the police everything I knew about Sam, they assured me they wouldn’t let him get away with it. All they needed was a few days to make sure they had enough evidence to arrest him.
I wasn’t there when they took him away, but I heard he didn’t go quietly. He screamed, denied everything, and claimed it was a setup.
But the evidence spoke for itself.
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I’ll never forget the look on his face when the police officers led him into the courtroom. It was as if he was trying to tell me he would come back.
But instead of being afraid, I straightened my back and smiled as I looked into his eyes.
After the trial, I took Jeremy out for ice cream because he was the one who saved me from losing everything. If he hadn’t told me about Sam’s conversation with his mother, I wouldn’t be here writing this story for all of you.
I will always be grateful to fate for giving me a boy as intelligent as Jeremy.
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