The Trap That Caught the Wrong Prey

I caught my teenage son chatting online with an older woman. Alarmed, I told my wife, but she brushed it off: “Boys do weird things.” I tracked the woman down and confronted her. Inside her place, I saw a corkboard with photos of me, my wife, and my daughter. My blood ran cold.

She calmly revealed she was a private investigator—hired by my wife. Suspecting me of cheating, my wife had used our son’s account to bait me. I never bit, but my son did. Her plan backfired, crossing a line to trap me for something I didn’t do.