I came home early from a trip expecting a happy surprise, but the house was eerily quiet. My husband’s car was there, but our son was gone. When I called him, my husband—sounding drunk at a party—claimed our son was “staying with a friend to get space,” which didn’t add up. After hours of searching, I finally found our son in a park, gaunt and terrified. He told me my husband had kicked him out weeks earlier, called him a burden, and threatened him if he told me. He had been living on the streets.
When my husband returned, partying and dismissive, I told him to leave. I vowed revenge and contacted an old friend to “ruin him.” But three days later, that friend revealed the truth: our son hadn’t just been abandoned—he’d racked up massive gambling debt, drained our savings, and forged my signature. My husband had known, and instead of protecting our son or telling me, he tried to handle it alone. In the end, I realized I’d lost everything—not just to cruelty, but to betrayal from both the people I loved.