I Found Out My Dad Was Secretly Selling My Mom's Jewelry — I Followed Him to Discover What He Used the Money For

I never thought I'd be the one to uncover my dad's dirty little secret, but sometimes life throws you a curveball. When I caught him red-handed, packing my mom's jewelry into a bag, my gut told me to follow him. It turned out he was planning to sell it, but the reason why shattered my world and changed my family forever.

So, my mom was at work the day that changed everything. I was home with my dad. My best friend, Luna, just had a baby brother, and I was so excited to meet him!

I had already left to help her take care of him while her mom was not home, but halfway to her house, I realized I had forgotten my wallet!

How was I supposed to stop for ice cream on the way back without any cash? And also, I needed my driver's license! I couldn't keep driving without it.

When I got back, the house was unusually quiet, although I knew my dad was still there. I called out, "Dad, I'm home!" but there was no answer.

I figured he was probably lost in some DIY project in the garage, as usual. But then, I heard some noises coming from my parents' bedroom. It was a muffled shuffling sound, like someone was rummaging through stuff.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed towards the door, which was slightly ajar. What I saw made my heart drop to my stomach.

My dad was kneeling in front of my mom's dresser with his back to me. He had her jewelry box open, and he was carefully selecting pieces and putting them into some bag.

I could recognize my mom's favorite pearl necklace and her diamond earrings. What was he doing?

His phone rang then, and he answered it in a huff as if someone was bothering him in the middle of stealing my mom's jewelry.

"I’LL BRING THE MONEY TODAY, I PROMISE!" he yelled before lowering his urgent voice. "I know, I know, I'm sorry... but I'll make it right. Just give me a few more hours."

He hung up and let out a stressed and anxious grunt. Was he in trouble? Who was he talking to? And why was he taking my mom's jewelry?

I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't just let this go, so I decided to follow him. It was a decision that would alter my life, but at that moment, all I wanted was to find out the truth.

***

After grabbing my wallet, I managed to slip out the front door before my dad could notice me. He seemed too preoccupied to be paying attention to anything else anyway.

He even got into his car and drove off, somehow not seeing that mine was parked nearby.

I ran and hopped into my own vehicle, my sweet sixteen present, hoping he wouldn't get too far away.

As I caught up with my dad, I kept a safe distance. He didn't even look in the rearview mirror!

Dad drove to a small café downtown, which I recognized easily. I parked a block away and watched as he went inside.

After a few minutes, I gathered my courage and followed. The place was pretty crowded, but I saw him quickly, sitting at a table in the back, hunched over with his back to me.

And across from him? My jaw dropped. It was Mrs. Thompson, my best friend's mom!

What the hell was going on?

I needed to know, so I found a table behind them, close enough to hear their conversation without being noticed. I felt like a spy, but this situation made them both look like villains, so this was necessary.

"You promised me you'd bring the money for the baby today," Mrs. Thompson said sharply.

My dad sighed. "I know, Sarah, I know. But it's not that easy. I had to sell some of... my wife's jewelry."

Mrs. Thompson scoffed. "You mean the jewelry you should've been giving me for years?"

I gasped but quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

My dad was fidgeting with his napkin, avoiding eye contact. "Look, I'm doing the best I can. Take a few pieces for now. I'll get you some cash soon, I swear."

"You better," Mrs. Thompson hissed. "Or else everyone will know about us and your son."

That was when my head started spinning. Son? Her new baby was my dad's son?

This was too much to process. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Please, Sarah, don't threaten me," my dad pleaded. "You know I care about you... and him."

Mrs. Thompson leaned forward, and I saw her narrowed eyes. "Do you, Robert, or do you care about appearances?"

He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "Of course, I care about you both! He's my son, too."

"Then act like it," she retorted, pulling her hand away. "Or, I'll start wearing this jewelry more often. Perhaps your own daughter will notice when she comes over."

Dad's face paled. "Don't threaten me!"

Mrs. Thompson lifted her chin and stood up defiantly. "You're running out of time, Robert. Don't make me do something you'll regret."

As she walked away, I caught a glimpse of the hurt and anger in my dad's eyes. He looked like a broken man. Meanwhile, I bit my nails, worried.

Did Luna know? Was Luna also my sister? It didn't seem like it, but...

And as I sat there and watched my father leave without noticing me again, I realized that I couldn't let them get away with this. I had to protect my mom and expose them.

***

I drove to my best friend's house after I left that café. I plastered a fake smile on my face as I greeted Luna and her adorable baby brother, who, based on the developments, was also my brother.

It was so hard to act normal, knowing what I knew now. But I had to play along, at least for a little while.

Luna and I chatted about school and boys, and I even helped her change a diaper or two. But all the while, my eyes were scanning the room, searching for any sign of my mom's jewelry.

When Mrs. Thompson finally arrived home, I feigned surprise. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Thompson! I was just helping out with the little guy."

She gave me a tight smile. "Thank you, dear. You're such a good friend."

My stomach knotted, but I nodded as I saw her going into her room. I knew then she would have to put the newly stolen jewelry there, and I waited, thinking about my options.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Thompson came out of her room, still dressed, and said she had to run some errands.

Luna asked me to watch the baby for a second because she had to check something on her laptop. I nodded. This was my chance.

I checked that the baby was still napping peacefully in his crib in the nursery and that Luna was fully distracted by her laptop before slipping into Mrs. Thompson's bedroom.

I started searching, and it didn't take long before I found her jewelry box. It was tucked under a pile of clothes in her closet.

I opened it with trembling hands, and there they were: my mom's pearl necklace, her diamond earrings, and her antique brooch.

I quickly stuffed them into my pockets, feeling vindicated. This wasn't stealing. I was just taking it back. But the victory was short-lived.

As I left the house, the reality of this situation set in. My dad had betrayed my mom. My family would be altered as soon as I told her.

Still, I knew this wasn't my fault. I had to do the right thing.

When I got home, my mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She turned, smiled, and asked me how the baby was.

And without any other words, I burst into tears, shocking her.

"Mom, I have something to tell you," I blubbered. "I saw Dad today... with Mrs. Thompson." I took a shaky breath. "He was giving her your jewelry, the pearl necklace, the diamond earrings... He's been selling them to give her money."

My mom's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What? Why?"

"She's his mistress," I sobbed. "And the baby... it's his."

The words hung in the air for a whole minute before Mom's face crumpled, and she began to cry silently. After that, we sat at the kitchen table and wept together, knowing that our lives were changing forever.

After a while, she sniffed roughly and dried her eyes before holding onto my hands.

"Thank you for telling me," she croaked. "You did the right thing, and I need you to know this isn't your fault or mine."

I nodded and squeezed her hand, relieved by her assurance. "What are we going to do now?"

She looked to the window, sighed, and looked back at me with a teary smile. "Well, we'll start by getting a good lawyer," she said, grinning wider. "And you and I will get through this together."

Despite myself, I laughed through my cries. What a strong woman!

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