I Visited My Sick MIL to Give My Tired Husband a Break — What I Discovered Left Me Speechless

“Carol, I haven’t seen Jacob in three months!” she said. My blood ran cold. He had been leaving every night, claiming to care for her.

That night, I followed him. Instead of her house, he drove to a quiet suburban home. A blonde woman answered the door, and behind her, a little boy—Jacob’s exact eyes staring back.

“You have a son?” I whispered. The woman nodded. Jacob had been living a double life.

I turned to her and smiled. “Keep him.” Then I walked away and never looked back. The next morning, I filed for divorce.