Later that day, when I had a quiet moment with Lucas, he told me the truth. Travis had asked him to pretend his name was “Jamie” to make Jenna happy — because she had lost her own son, and “Jamie” had been his name. The realization hit me like a wave: my husband wasn’t just betraying me; he was involving our son in his lies.
That night, I drove to Travis’s mother’s house and laid everything out — the affair, the deception, and the manipulation. I told her plainly that I was done. In the days that followed, I made my decisions quickly and firmly. I kept the house, secured full custody of Lucas, and reclaimed my dignity.