On the eve of Mother’s Day, I received a shocking audio message from my dad. His voice said, “Hey, beautiful, I miss the warmth of your body next to mine.” My heart raced as I realized this message wasn’t meant for me. When I confronted him, he sharply warned, “Don’t tell your mom about this. Understand?”

The next day, we pretended everything was normal, but I felt trapped between my loyalty to my mom and my fear of my dad. Later, Dad tried to buy my silence with $500, which only fueled my anger.

During a Mother’s Day dinner, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I played the audio message for everyone. The room fell silent, and my mom’s face crumpled in pain as the truth sank in. Dad was left standing, exposed and guilty, with no defense.

Eventually, I helped my mom file for divorce. It was heartbreaking, but I knew it was the right thing to do.