Christmas morning stopped cold when my five-year-old opened a gift and yelled that his “other mom” had kept her promise. My husband went pale. He knew exactly who she was — and the longer he hesitated, the more I realized this wasn’t a misunderstanding.
My husband and I had been together for six years. We had one child, a five-year-old boy named Simon.
Life wasn’t perfect, but it felt stable and predictable.
There had been small cracks, of course. Every marriage has them.
There were moments when my husband seemed distracted, distant, but I didn’t think they were red flags… I was wrong.
There were moments when
my husband seemed distant.
I really should’ve paid more attention after the babysitter fiasco from earlier that year.
See, we’d been drifting for a while, so we started having weekly date nights to reignite our spark.
One of Mike’s colleagues recommended a babysitter, a young woman in college, and everything was great at first. We enjoyed our dates, and Simon liked the babysitter.
Then Mike told me we needed to fire her.
Mike told me we
needed to fire her.
“I think she has a crush on me,” he told me. “Whenever we’re alone in a room together, she says things…”
“What ‘things?'”
Mike had shrugged. “She likes my suit, or the scent of my cologne… nothing crazy, but it’s a little weird.”
So, we let her go.
“Whenever we’re alone in a room
together, she says things…”
At the time, I appreciated the fact that he came to me and raised his concerns. It felt reassuring, like proof we were still a team, still paying attention.
I ignored the little voice in the back of my head that whispered he hadn’t told me the full story.
I figured it was just jealousy speaking. That I was being paranoid.
I know now that I was being a fool.
I ignored the little voice
in the back of my head.
I thought the hard parts were behind us.
I got comfortable and stopped checking over my shoulder. I thought routine meant safety.
Christmas morning proved me wrong.
It started out like normal: wrapping paper everywhere, coffee getting cold on the side table, and Simon bouncing around with that kind of excitement that only comes once a year.
All the gifts under the tree were ones we’d planned together… or so I thought.
I thought the hard parts
were behind us.
My husband handed our son a medium-sized box and said, “This one’s from Santa.”
I smiled. We always saved one special gift for the Santa reveal. It was tradition.
Our son tore into it and froze for a second.
Then his face lit up like someone had plugged him into an electrical socket.
Inside was an expensive, collector-style model car. Simon had wanted one for ages, but Mike and I had agreed it wasn’t worth spending money on a gift like that for a five-year-old.
My husband handed our son
a medium-sized box.
Simon gasped, hugged it to his chest, and shouted, joyful and loud: “YES! The other mom kept her promise! I knew it!”
My Christmas joy died right there.
“The… other mom?”
I forced myself to smile at Simon.
My son nodded, still grinning. “Yeah! She said if I was really good, she’d make sure I got it for Christmas.”
“The other mom
kept her promise!”
I slowly turned toward my husband.
He wasn’t smiling.
His face had gone pale. He refused to meet my gaze.
“Who is the other mom?”
My son looked between us, suddenly unsure. The joy was draining from his face now. He could feel the shift in the room.
“Who is the other mom?”
“Dad knows her,” he said. “She comes sometimes. She told me not to worry.”
Not to worry… Those words repeated in my thoughts like a toxic mantra. Worry about what?
“Mike? Care to explain?”
Mike stared at me with fear in his eyes. His lips moved, but no words came out.
“She said we’d go on a trip soon. Me, her, and Daddy.” Simon frowned. “You will have to work, Mommy, that’s what she said.”
Mike stared at me with fear in his eyes.
“A trip?” It was getting harder to keep a smile on my face and a light tone of voice, but I was determined not to blow up in front of Simon.
Simon nodded.
That’s when my husband finally spoke.
“Let’s talk in the kitchen.”
I nodded. We walked to the kitchen. The moment the door shut, I turned to face him.
The moment the door shut,
I turned to face him.
“Start talking, Mike. Who’s this ‘other mom’ and why is she giving our son expensive gifts?”
“It’s… Megan.”
“Megan? The babysitter we fired because you felt she was behaving inappropriately?”
“Yes, but it’s not what you think, I swear!”
“So, you’re not having an affair with her? Because that’s what this sounds like.”
“I know, but it’s not! I just… oh, God. I’ve been such a fool.”
“Who’s this ‘other mom’
and why is she giving
our son expensive gifts?”
Mike rubbed his hands together, the way he does when he’s nervous.
“I should start at the beginning. After we let her go… Megan started messaging me. She apologized and said she didn’t mean to make me uncomfortable. That she was just being friendly.”
“Real friendly.” I crossed my arms.
“I started thinking I might’ve misunderstood. I told her it was fine, but we would continue using our new babysitter. Then she asked me something…”
“I started thinking I
might’ve misunderstood.”
“She wanted to see Simon. She said she missed him, and she just wanted to stop by to say hi.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“The babysitter we fired asked to see our son, and you agreed? And never thought to discuss it with me?”
“I was going to,” he said quickly. “I just… I thought you’d say I was being stupid for even considering it. She sounded sincere, and you know how sad Simon was when we told him Megan wouldn’t be babysitting him anymore. I thought one visit wouldn’t hurt.”
“I thought you’d say I was being
stupid for even considering it.”
“This doesn’t sound like it was just one visit, Mike.”
He shook his head. “It wasn’t. It really did seem harmless at first. She’d come by when you were at work, sit with him, play for a bit, then leave.”
“And then?” I asked.
He hesitated.
That pause told me everything.
“This doesn’t sound like
it was just one visit, Mike.”
“Then I overheard her one day telling him to call her his ‘other mom.’ Telling our son to keep their visits secret and not worry about you because I said it was okay. I felt sick. I realized then that it had gone too far. I told her to stop coming. That she was crossing a line.”
“And?”
He shook his head slowly. “I made a huge mistake.”
“I made a huge mistake.”
“She cried. She… said she’d fallen in love with me. I told her she should never come back, but…” He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “I see now that it was the wrong thing to say because that gift Simon opened… I didn’t put it under the tree.”
“What are you talking about, Mike?”
“When I picked it up, I thought it was one of ours.”
The full weight of it hit me then: Megan had been in our house without us knowing.
“That gift Simon opened…
I didn’t put it under the tree.”
While we were sleeping, she’d walked through our rooms, touched our things, and placed that gift under our tree like she had every right to be part of our family.
What else might she have done while she was in our house?
Simon entered the room then. One look at his face told me he’d been listening to us from the other side of the door.
“Mom, is the other mom bad?”
“Mom, is the other mom bad?”
I kneeled in front of him. “She’s… confused, sweetie.”
What else could I say? How do you explain to a five-year-old that someone he trusted was dangerous?
He frowned.
“She came to see me at school. She told me she needed a key to our house for Christmas, so she could surprise us for Christmas dinner.”
Mike and I looked at each other in horror.
Mike and I looked at each other in horror.
A key… That’s how she’d gotten into our house! She’d asked for a key, and Simon had given it to her.
And that wasn’t all.
She’d told him she planned to surprise us for Christmas dinner… what the heck did that mean? I turned to look at the fridge, where everything was prepped and ready to cook.
She’d been in our house last night… could she have done something to our food?
She’d been in our house last night.
I kissed Simon’s forehead.
“Honey, why don’t you go and choose another gift from under the tree and open it? I need to finish talking to your dad, okay?”
He glanced between us uncertainly, then he nodded and walked back to the living room.
I didn’t shut the door behind him… I wanted to ensure he didn’t creep back and overhear what I said next.
“I need to finish talking
to your dad, okay?”
“You need to screenshot every message Megan sent to you, okay?”
Mike nodded.
“But before you do that, call the cops. I need them to meet me at Megan’s apartment.”
“What?” Mike shook his head. “You can’t go over there.”
“I need to end this, Mike! She was in our house. She left a gift for our son and planned some kind of ‘surprise’ for our Christmas dinner. I have no idea what that means, but I don’t feel safe eating anything in our fridge, do you?”
“I need to end this, Mike!”
The drive felt unreal.
Christmas decorations blurred past my windshield as my mind replayed Simon’s words over and over.
A key. A surprise dinner.
Megan lived in a small apartment complex just ten minutes away.
I knocked once. When she opened the door, I finally understood what sort of surprise she’d been planning.
I finally understood what sort of
surprise she’d been planning.
Megan froze when she saw me.
She was wearing an apron, and over her shoulder, I saw a row of foil-covered dishes lined up on her kitchen counter.
“What are you doing here?” She glared at me with a level of hatred I’d never seen before.
“I’m here because you broke into my house and manipulated both my son and my husband.”
Her eyebrows arched. “Is that what Mike told you? And you believed him?”
She glared at me with a level
of hatred I’d never seen before.
Doubt slammed into me.
Had Mike lied? Were he and Megan… no. The fear in his eyes had been real.
Megan smirked.
“Mike and I are in love. I’ve been in the kitchen all morning making a special Christmas dinner for my boys — I just needed to get you out of the picture.”
She stepped closer.
I realized then that coming here alone had been a very bad idea.
Coming here alone
had been a very bad idea.
Luckily, my backup arrived then.
Two police officers appeared at the end of the hallway just as Megan lunged for me.
I ran toward them.
The officers arrested Megan. She kept repeating that she’d done nothing wrong, that she and Mike were in love, and Simon had asked her to be his ‘other mom.’
She was sentenced to probation with mandatory psychiatric treatment. There’s a restraining order in place now — one that doesn’t expire for another three years.
Luckily, my backup arrived then.
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