My Father Lied About Everything Just To Be With His Mistress – But I Found Out the Truth in the Most Shocking Way
When I was just eight years old, my life changed forever.
One day, my mom got really sick and had to go to the hospital. My dad would take me to visit her sometimes, and I remember always being scared seeing her in that bed. Then one evening, Dad came home looking really serious. He sat me down and said with a heavy sigh, “I’m sorry, Josh… your mother is gone.”
I cried so hard that night I thought my heart would explode. I couldn’t believe it. My sweet, kind mom was… gone.
After a while, Dad came into my room and said, “Josh, we need to pack. We can’t stay here anymore. There are too many memories of your mother. We need a fresh start if we ever want to move on.”
Tears streaming down my face, I helped him pack. A few hours later, we got into the car and drove off into the night.
It felt like we drove forever. Finally, we pulled up to a new house. It wasn’t too different from our old one, but it didn’t feel like home. Dad smiled at me and said, “You’ll love it here. You’ll make tons of new friends in no time.”
At first, I tried to believe him. But just a few days after we moved in, a strange woman started showing up at our house all the time.
One evening, Dad introduced her, “Josh, this is Erika, a great friend.”
I smiled politely and said, “Nice to meet you, Erika.”
But she barely even looked at me. She just turned to my dad and said, “Ah, yes, sure. So Owen, what are we having for dinner?” She didn’t care about me at all.
I didn’t really understand what was happening, but Dad looked happy, and after losing Mom, I just wanted him to smile again.
But that happiness didn’t last long—it turned into something ugly. Just a few months after Mom’s “death,” Dad married Erika. She moved in and immediately made it clear: she couldn’t stand me.
She yelled at me constantly, no matter what I did. Every little thing became a reason to scream at me or give me extra chores.
One day, while I was trying to clean the living room perfectly, she screamed, “God! You’re useless just like your mother!”
My heart stopped. Rage bubbled up inside me.
“Don’t talk about my mother! Did you even know her?!” I shouted back.
She sneered and said, “Of course, I knew her! Her sickness was dragging your father down. He had to leave to save himself!”
Before I could say anything else, my father stormed in, looking furious.
“Josh! What are you doing upsetting your new mother?!” he demanded.
“She started talking about Mom!” I protested, my voice shaking with anger.
But Dad didn’t care. He whispered something to Erika that I couldn’t hear, then pointed at me.
“Don’t talk back! Go to your room and finish your homework. NOW!” he barked.
“Fine!” I snapped and stomped away, slamming the door behind me.
Years passed like that. Erika always treated me like dirt. As soon as I was old enough to stay home alone, they started going on long vacations without me. Honestly, I didn’t even care anymore. I hated her, and my father had become a stranger.
But then, one day, when I was 17, she went too far.
I came home from school and found her in my bedroom, rummaging through my stuff.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked, glaring at her.
She shrugged and said coldly, “Cleaning up this pigsty. And this picture”—she waved a photo of my mom in the air—“has to go. I won’t have another woman’s face in my house. It’s been years. You need to move on.”
I saw red.
“Don’t you DARE touch that picture!” I shouted.
She laughed cruelly. “I’ll do whatever I want. This is MY house! You’re just a brat! I can’t wait until you’re gone for good!”
“Good! I can’t wait either! I won’t miss you, you witch!” I screamed.
At that moment, Dad rushed into the room.
“What is going on here?!” he yelled.
Erika put on a fake sad face and said sweetly, “Your son insulted me again. He’s always causing trouble.”
“Josh! How many times do I have to tell you to RESPECT your mother!” Dad thundered.
That was it. I snapped.
“She’s NOT my mother! She’s a monster! I hate her!” I screamed, tears filling my eyes.
Dad raised his hand like he might hit me, but I was faster. I grabbed my mom’s photo out of Erika’s claws and ran out of the house.
I didn’t even know where I was going. I just knew I had to get away.
I ended up at a bus stop and got on the first bus that came. Without even realizing it, I rode all the way back to my old hometown.
The streets looked different, but somehow familiar too. I wandered around until I found our old house. But strangers lived there now. Their kids played happily in the front yard, laughing and running around.
Seeing them hurt more than anything. It reminded me of everything I had lost.
I kept walking through town, not knowing where to go. That’s when I saw her.
A homeless woman sitting on a bench. She was wrapped in old blankets, her hair a mess—but those eyes. I knew those eyes.
I walked up to her slowly and said, “Hello, ma’am.”
She looked up and said, “What can I do for you, young man?”
My heart raced. She looked so much like my mom it hurt.
“Are you… Emma Fraser?” I asked, my voice shaking.
Her eyes widened. She stared at me, searching my face.
“Do you… do you know me?” she whispered.
“I’m Josh,” I said.
For a second, it was like time stopped.
Then she cried out, “Josh! Oh my God, Josh! It’s really you!” and pulled me into the tightest hug of my life.
We both cried, clinging to each other like we’d never let go.
After a while, when we could finally breathe again, I asked, “Mom, what happened? Dad said you were dead!”
Her face twisted in pain.
“That evil man! He LIED to you! I was sick, yes, but I got better. When I was ready to leave the hospital, I couldn’t find you. Owen never answered my calls. He disappeared with you,” she said.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
“He moved us away,” I said bitterly.
Mom nodded. “I tried everything. When I got out, I found he had taken all our savings, filed for divorce, and got full custody. I had no way to reach you. The lawyers handled everything. I even had to sell our house to pay for private detectives to search for you. But they never found you.”
Tears streamed down my face. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t know. I thought you were gone…”
She grabbed my hands and said firmly, “None of this is your fault. You were just a child. I should’ve tried harder, but I had nothing left. I was homeless. No one wants to help a woman with nothing. But it doesn’t matter now—we’re back together.”
I hugged her again.
“Don’t worry, Mom. You’ll never be homeless again,” I promised.
I had saved for years to escape that hellhole. I couldn’t rent a place alone because I was only 17, but Mom was an adult. Together, we found a little apartment and started rebuilding our lives.
I graduated, got a job, and started taking night classes to build a future. My mom, finally healthy, went back to her career too. She had given up everything for me once, and now I could finally give something back to her.
One of the first things I did was go to the courthouse and legally change my last name to “Fraser”—my mother’s maiden name.
Owen didn’t deserve to call me his son. I was no longer part of his family, and I never would be again.
What Can We Learn From This Story?
- The truth always finds a way to come out. No matter how much evil people lie, good will eventually win.
- Blood doesn’t make you family. Josh’s father cared only about his name, but true family is about love, not blood. That’s why Josh chose to proudly carry his mother’s name instead.
