I Caught My Dad With His Mistress In A Restaurant. Instead Of Telling My Mom, I Did Something Way Worse

I was sipping my soda at the café when I saw him—my dad, holding hands with a woman who wasn’t my mother. I felt sick as I watched him lean in close to her, laughing like he didn’t have a family waiting at home. 'Should I call Mom?' I thought, but then an idea struck me. One that would make him regret every sneaky move he’d made...

Walking into the café, I tried to act normal as I slipped into a booth in the corner to get a better view of him. There was my dad, sitting across from a woman who definitely wasn’t my mom. The lady, with her bright smile and a hand raised in silent laughter, seemed pretty comfortable. She was beautiful... I watched them silently, wondering if anyone else would notice the obvious lie forming right in front of me.