My Son Lied, Stole, and Left Me Behind—He Didn’t Expect What I Did Next (3 of 4)

I nearly dropped the phone.

That one innocent moment cracked everything open.

I flew to Denver unannounced. What I saw shocked me: a sparkling new BMW in the driveway, fresh landscaping, and a catered party underway. So much for financial ruin.

I knocked. Rebecca sounded annoyed from inside. Marcus opened the door with a forced smile. “Mom? What are you doing here?”

“I came to surprise the kids.”

“They’re… not home.”

Yeah, right.

That night, I dug. Turns out, Rebecca never lost her job—she got promoted. That BMW? Bought two months before they called me. They didn’t need saving. They needed a sucker.

And I had played the role too well.

Days later, Marcus had the audacity to suggest I move in with them—to “save money” and “be close to the kids.” Translation: be their unpaid cook, maid, and babysitter.

Oh, and maybe forget the loan.