The Sugar Daddy
Fable TalkWinning Back the HusbandTragic LovePlot TwistsFamily EmotionsDevotionMiddle-AgedCheating
I finally managed to score a dream tutoring gig that paid an incredible $500 an hour.
Nevertheless, looking at the family portrait sitting in my employer’s house, I saw my own supposedly honest, simple mother.
In the photograph, she was leaning affectionately against a wealthy, tailor-suited sugar daddy, who was holding a 5 or 6-year-old boy in his arms. Her smile was even warmer and more tender than the day she sent me off to college.
My mind went entirely blank. I whipped out my phone, ready to start a video call with my dad to catch her in the act.
Suddenly, a rough hand firmly clamped down on mine.
It was my mom. She dragged me into a blind spot out of sight, lowering her voice to a desperate plea.
"Sweetheart, please don't tell your dad! His dialysis treatments can't be interrupted! This man is loaded, and he's more than willing to give me cash. I'm just bleeding him dry to pay for your tuition and keep your dad alive!"
The corner of my mouth twitched into a bitter smirk as I set the family portrait right back where it belonged.
"Mom, do you actually believe your own lies?"
Her face turned deathly pale in an instant.
I didn't press her any further, though. Instead, I reached out and thoughtfully wiped a speck of dust off the glass frame.
"Fine. Make sure you do a good job then."