I thought I knew the man I married—calm, dependable, steady. But everything shattered the day I came home early and learned Travis had kicked my 17-year-old son, Caleb, out of the house while I was gone.
That betrayal cut deeper than I ever imagined.
Caleb’s father passed away years ago, and trusting Travis wasn’t easy at first. He was always polite but distant with Caleb, as if unsure of his place in our lives. Still, I believed we were building something stable.
Instead, while I was away, Travis threw my son out and ignored his suffering — then spent the evening partying with friends as if nothing had happened.
I was furious.
Determined to make him understand the pain he caused, I called an old friend for help. Together, we staged a fake arrest and demanded $15,000 for bail. Travis panicked and paid the money, completely fooled.
The next day, I filed for divorce to protect my son and myself.
Now Caleb and I live quietly in a small apartment, rebuilding trust and hope. I gave him the money as compensation for everything he lost.
When he told me, “Thanks for finding me,” I knew one thing for sure — a mother’s love will always fight for her child, no matter what.
