I never imagined a simple cleaning accident would expose my family’s darkest secrets.
The piggy bank felt heavy in my hands as I dusted Jake’s closet. When it shattered, so did my illusion of a happy marriage. The cash was shocking enough – but the photos of David with other women? Those destroyed me.
Jake’s tearful confession was worse. He’d played private investigator, then extortionist, blackmailing his own father. My husband’s infidelity was devastating, but my son’s betrayal cut deeper.
Now I sit in a half-empty house, wondering how we got here. The divorce is final. Jake lives with David. And me? I’m learning that some falls break more than ceramic – they break your heart wide open. But even broken things can become something new.
