As we waited for our flight, my 5-year-old son suddenly went missing. Panic set in as I frantically called his father, who rushed over to help search. After two agonizing hours, a woman in her thirties found him at the airport.
Two decades later, while reminiscing about the kind stranger with a friend, my son interrupted with a revelation that sent chills down my spine.
“She wasn’t a stranger. Dad knew her.”
I froze as he continued, “I wasn’t actually lost that day. Dad took me. She was waiting for him at the airport with two suitcases—one for her, one for him. They were planning to leave together… and take me with them.”
I was stunned. My husband and I had been struggling in our marriage back then, but I never imagined it had gone this far.
When I asked my son why he never told me, he admitted he hadn’t wanted to disrupt our family—especially since, in the end, we worked things out. But as he grew older, he recognized the truth. He had even seen them kiss.
When I confronted my husband, he broke down, admitting everything. He had been ready to leave with her and take our son, but at the last moment, she panicked and returned him to me.
Now, I can’t stop wondering—was my entire marriage built on a lie? My world has shattered, and I don’t know how to move forward.