My son, Joey Parker, looked up at me, his face full of confusion. "Daddy, Mr. Hayes gets to wear the million-dollar watch Mommy bought him, but you don't have anything like that. She even buys him silk suits, while you're always wearing those old, worn-out shirts."If being a homewrecker is so wrong, why does Mr. Hayes get so many nice things?"Joey spoke with such innocent bewilderment that it was clear he genuinely couldn't understand what was wrong with it. "All my classmates wanted to be homewreckers, too, after I told them about Mr. Hayes!" I swallowed my anger, struggling to find the words to explain that things weren't as simple as he thought. It wasn't that I couldn't divorce his mother, Amelia Brooks, or that I depended on her financially to survive. I'd stayed because I wanted our son to grow up in a complete family, with both parents by his side. I'd never imagined that my sacrifice would lead him to see things so differently. Noticing the look on my face, Joey
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