While Cleaning the Car, My Son Asked, ‘Why Don’t We Just Take the Secret Car Daddy Drives?’

When my son innocently revealed that my husband was secretly driving a shinier car with a woman I knew nothing about, I thought his secret would break us apart. But then I did my investigation and discovered a truth I never anticipated.

I’ll admit it: our car was a disaster zone. Sharing it with my husband, Ben, who works in construction, meant it constantly smelled of sawdust and sweat.

The floors were a graveyard of mud from his boots, crumpled fast-food wrappers, dust-covered tools, and the occasional rogue nail or screw! But when I tried to clean it, our son, Liam, told me something that changed our lives forever.

A dirty car | Source: Midjourney

A dirty car | Source: Midjourney

While my husband trashed the front of our old car, the backseat was Liam’s domain. It was a scattered mess of broken crayons, half-eaten snacks, and sticky juice boxes!

Between driving our five-year-old to preschool, running errands, and visiting my mother — who had been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a battle I was constantly losing, but giving up wasn’t an option because I also used it.

A woman looking at a dirty car | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at a dirty car | Source: Midjourney

But this Saturday morning was different. Ben’s coworker, Mike, offered to pick him up for an early shift, giving me a rare slice of free time and access to the car. I glanced at the wreck that was our car and decided it was time to wage war against the mess.

“Liam, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no.

His eyes lit up. “Can I use the sponge?”

“You bet.”

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An excited child | Source: Midjourney

Liam looked so cute as he marched outside, clutching a tiny sponge like a sword. For the first 30 minutes, we made a good team. He scrubbed the rims with the focus of a tiny soldier, and I tackled the front seats, pulling out old receipts and sticky candy wrappers.

But it wasn’t long before my son plopped down on the curb, puffing out his cheeks.

“Mom, why don’t we just take the secret car Daddy drives?”

I froze. My hands, gripping a dust rag and a sponge, went still.

“Secret car?” I repeated slowly, keeping my voice light.

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A confused woman | Source: Midjourney

We were only halfway through cleaning, and I really didn’t need this distraction, but I just had to know what Liam was talking about.

He nodded, casually picking at a dried leaf.

“Yeah, the shiny black one. The lady always lets Daddy drive.”

My pulse quickened.

“What lady, sweetheart?”

My son shrugged, completely unbothered.

“The pretty one with curly hair. They were laughing, and then she gave Daddy the keys. I saw them when Jenna was watching me. You were at Grandma’s house.”

The sponge slipped from my hand.

A woman washing a car | Source: Midjourney

A woman washing a car | Source: Midjourney

I forced a chuckle and pretended to brush it off, though my stomach twisted into knots and my hands were shaking.

“Oh, that’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about it later.”

But my mind was racing. Ben never mentioned anything about a fancy car or another woman. Why would Liam say that? And why had this happened when I wasn’t home?

Later that afternoon, when my son was down for his nap, I sat in the kitchen after showering, staring at the counter but seeing nothing. The more I thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t fit. Ben had been distant lately, brushing off conversations and spending more time away from home. But a secret car? A woman?

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A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney

I quickly made up my mind, deciding not to ask my husband anything yet. I needed to find answers on my own. So, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend Sarah.

Me: “Hey. Can I borrow your car tonight? It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.”

Her response was instant.

Sarah: “Uh, YES. Spill!”

I sighed. This wasn’t how I imagined spending my Saturday night.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

That evening, I enacted my plan by casually telling Ben I was dropping off groceries at my mom’s, but Sarah was picking me up because we wanted to go out for drinks afterward. I told my husband not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game he was watching.

“Drive safe,” he mumbled.

Jenna, our regular babysitter and Liam’s older best friend who watched and kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up.

“Can I leave, or do you need me to stay late?”

“Maybe. Ask Ben,” I said, forcing a smile.

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A woman on her way out | Source: Midjourney

When I got out, Sarah’s car was parked in our driveway. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Alright, what’s going on?” she asked when I got in and shut the door.

“I think Ben’s hiding something.”

Sarah’s eyebrows shot up.

“Like… hiding what? Illegal substances? Another woman?”

I winced.

“I don’t know. Liam saw him with some woman in a black car. He said she let Ben drive it.”

“Oh.” Sarah leaned back. “Wow, that sucks… so, what’s the plan?”

“We follow him.”

Two women sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Two women sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Sarah gave me a long look before grinning.

“I’m so in! Ben’s going down!”

We parked away from the house but close enough to see if there was any movement in the front yard. Not ten minutes later, as anticipated, my husband left the house, carrying a small box under his arm. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind meant for something expensive. My heart squeezed as I wondered if it was a gift for her.

“What’s in the box?” Sarah whispered for some reason.

“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”

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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A sleek black car rolled up. A woman with dark curly hair stepped out, smiling as she handed Ben the keys. Then, she slid into the passenger seat while my husband took the wheel. Ben didn’t leave with Jenna, so I assumed she was staying to look after Liam while he was out.

“That’s her,” I said, my voice low. “Follow them. But stay back.”

Sarah nodded, her expression serious for once.

We followed them through the winding streets, staying two cars behind. They weaved through downtown before pulling into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.

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A car driving around | Source: Midjourney

Ben and the woman got out. She adjusted her blazer, and my husband carefully cradled the box.

“I’m going in,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.

Sarah grabbed my arm. “Wait, wait. Are you crazy?”

“Probably. But I have to see what’s going on. I have to know.”

Sarah nodded and said, “I’ll be right here waiting no matter what happens. If you need me, just call, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Sar,” I said, grasping her hand affectionately before leaving her car.

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

Inside, I followed them quietly, my heart hammering in my chest. They disappeared behind a door labeled Private Meeting Room. Peeking through the narrow glass panel, I saw the woman open a laptop.

Ben carefully lifted the box’s lid, revealing a delicate necklace with intricate gold filigree and a small ruby at its center. It looked old. Expensive.

He looked somber as he handed the box over to her. She looked at the necklace, nodded, and began typing furiously. I backed away, my mind spinning. Was he giving her jewelry? Was he cheating?!

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A confused woman | Source: Midjourney

Confused and shaken by what I was seeing, I stepped away from the door. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait any longer. But Ben suddenly opened the door, and I stepped in front of him.

“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He froze. His eyes went wide.

“What are you doing here?!” he asked in shock.

“I could ask you the same thing. Who is she? Why do you have that necklace?”

He looked over his shoulder nervously.

“Let’s talk outside.”

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

Back in Sarah’s car, Ben let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his temples. We’d asked my friend for privacy, and she went inside the building, saying, “I’ll just browse around a bit and keep an eye on that other woman.”

“It’s not what you think,” he started.

“Oh, it never is. So explain.”

“That necklace was my mom’s. One of the last things I have of hers.”

“Then why are you giving it to her?”

“I’m not. I was going to sell it.”

I blinked. “Sell it? Why?”

My husband’s shoulders slumped.

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A defeated man | Source: Midjourney

“It’s your mom. When her medical bills started piling up a few years ago, I took out a personal loan to help. I didn’t want you to stress over it, so I kept it quiet. I thought I could handle it, but with interest, it spiraled out of control. The woman you saw — Marissa — is a financial consultant. She’s helping me figure out how to pay it off.”

My anger dissolved instantly, replaced by guilt, as I finally realized why she was so formal-looking. The typing also finally made sense.

“Ben… why didn’t you tell me?”

He stared at the steering wheel.

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A man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

“Because it’s my job to protect this family. You’ve been under so much stress with Liam and your mom. I thought I could handle it.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. “Ben, we’re a team. You don’t have to do this alone.”

His voice cracked. “I thought selling the necklace was the only way.”

I shook my head. “No. We’ll figure this out together.”

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A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

Over the next few weeks, we worked together to find a viable solution and made changes. I insisted on picking up extra shifts at my part-time job. We cut back on unnecessary expenses.

And to my surprise, Marissa was kind and understanding, helping us restructure the loan so we could make realistic payments.

Oh, and the driving thing — Marissa explained it to me too. She frequently used the travel time to review documents or prepare notes for their meetings.

Letting Ben drive allowed her to focus on her work uninterrupted, maximizing their time and ensuring they were prepared for discussions.

A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney

A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney

And Ben got to keep the necklace. I told him to save it for Liam — a piece of our family’s history that he could pass down as a reminder of the love and sacrifices that shaped our family.

Looking back, it’s funny how a child’s innocent question about a “secret car” could have torn us apart. But it brought us closer instead. Our life isn’t perfect, but we have each other. And that’s more than enough.

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A happy family | Source: Midjourney

Sadly, Ben’s wife isn’t the only woman who thought her husband was cheating. After meeting their son’s fiancée, Lily’s husband met up with the young woman in secret. Livid, I confronted them, but the truth was far from what I’d imagined.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

I Created a Tinder Profile for My Lonely Mother, but Regretted It When I Saw Who Was Messaging Her — Story of the Day

My mom gave up everything to raise me. After my dad bailed, she was always there for me, the only one. All I wanted was to do something nice for her. So, I figured it wasn’t too late for her to find love on a dating app. But Lord, what I definitely DIDN’T EXPECT was finding out who she was going on a date with!

My name is Lucy, and I’m 23 years old. Like I usually do on weekends, I went to visit my mother, Phoebe, one weekend.

I am her only daughter, and she has no one else. My father left the family when I was very young, and since then, my mother has always been alone.

I was her main priority, and with all the care she gave me, she never had time for her personal life. My mother is 56, and finding a partner at her age is not easy, but I stayed optimistic about helping her.

We were at her house, and I was standing there with my phone, taking pictures of her and showing her how to pose.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the living room. The room was cozy, filled with family photos and mementos of my childhood.

“Mom, stand by the window,” I instructed, trying to capture the best light. “No, not like that, more gracefully, like a cat.”

“A cat? Lucy, at my age?” Mom replied shyly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“It’s never too late to feel like a woman. Listen to what I say. And don’t look at the camera. Pretend you’re gazing mysteriously out the window…”

Phoebe hesitated but complied, standing by the window with a slight tilt to her head, looking out with a soft, pensive expression.

“Oh… Hold still… Got it!” I exclaimed, snapping the picture. I showed it to her with a big smile. “See? You look amazing, Mom!”

She looked at the photo, and a small smile crept onto her face. “You think so?”

“Absolutely! This is perfect for your Tinder profile,” I said, editing the photo a bit before uploading it.

“Sweetheart, are you sure this is a good idea? I’m not young anymore; who would want me there…” she trailed off, doubt evident in her voice.

“Mom! Don’t say that about yourself. Life doesn’t end at fifty! Love knows no age!” I said firmly, looking into her eyes to emphasize my words. “You deserve to find happiness too.”

Together, we worked on adding a description for her profile. We laughed as we brainstormed the right words to describe her warm heart, love for gardening, and passion for cooking.

“How about this: ‘Loving mother and avid gardener looking for someone to share laughs and good meals with. Believes love is timeless and life is full of surprises.’ What do you think?” I asked.

Phoebe chuckled softly. “It sounds lovely, Lucy. Thank you for doing this for me.”

“Of course, Mom. You deserve to find someone special,” I said, giving her a hug. “Now, let me show you how to use the app.”

After a quick tutorial on swiping left and right, I felt confident that she was ready to dive into the world of online dating.

We shared one last laugh over the absurdity of it all before I said goodbye and headed back home, feeling hopeful about what the future might hold for her.

The next day, I arrived at the office, and as usual, my workday began with coffee and gossip with my office friend, Natalie.

The office kitchen buzzed with early morning chatter as we grabbed our coffees and settled at a table in the corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a comforting start to the day.

Natalie immediately leaned in, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “You won’t believe this, Lucy. Michael, our boss, has been looking at his phone all day and smiling like a kid.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Michael? Smiling? What’s going on with him?”

Natalie grinned, her excitement palpable. “A woman. I’m sure he has someone. I mean, it’s the only explanation. Michael is always so focused on work and never distracted. But today, he’s been glued to his phone, smiling like a teenager in love.”

The thought of Michael, our workaholic boss, being smitten was amusing. We had never seen him with a woman, let alone acting like this.

“We have to find out who it is!” I declared, my curiosity piqued.

At that moment, we devised a plan. Natalie approached Michael, carrying a stack of documents. “Michael, could you take a look? I can’t seem to find last week’s report,” she said, feigning confusion.

Michael sighed, setting his phone aside reluctantly. “Natalie, you’ve worked here for years. Let me see,” he replied, taking the documents from her.

While Michael was distracted by Natalie, I quietly took his phone from the desk. My heart raced as I opened it, not knowing what to expect. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.

It was my mother! He was messaging my mom! Their conversation had been going on since last night. My mind raced as I scrolled through the messages.

They had already arranged a date for that evening; Mom had invited him to dinner at her place. Panic set in. “No, no, this can’t be! Not this,” I thought frantically. How could this be real?

Why him, Mom? I couldn’t imagine how awkward it would be to work with my boss as my future stepfather. No! I couldn’t let it happen. I had to stop it.

When Natalie and I reconvened, she immediately began asking, “So, who is it? Do you know her?”

I forced a smile and lied, “Oh, just some girl. Nothing special.” Inside, I was panicking. I needed to come up with a plan to prevent Michael from going on that date. If he went, it would ruin everything. My mind raced with possible solutions.

The workday was coming to an end, and I saw Michael hurrying to finish his work. It was so unusual because Michael was always the last to leave.

But I knew where he was rushing to, and it was crucial to ensure he didn’t make it. Seeing Michael packing up, I approached him with my laptop.

“Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite my racing heart.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry… But sure, what do you need?” he replied, glancing at the clock.

“I can’t get this report right. Could you please check if everything is correct?” I handed him my laptop, hoping he wouldn’t notice the deliberate errors I had planted.

Michael sighed and took the laptop from me. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said, opening the file and starting to review the report.

As he went through the report, pointing out mistakes and explaining corrections, I couldn’t help but notice his project on his computer screen.

It was a project he had been diligently working on all day to complete before his date. My heart pounded as I realized he would finish in no time.

“Lucy, I didn’t expect these kinds of mistakes from you; you usually do great work. What’s going on?” he asked, looking up at me with concern.

“Sorry, I’m not feeling well,” I mumbled, trying to hide my anxiety.

Michael finished reviewing the report much faster than I had anticipated. “It’s done. Now, please don’t distract me; I need to finish a few things,” he said, quickly pushing my laptop aside and reopening his project file.

Panic surged through me. Fearful he would finish in time, I did something horrible. Next to Michael’s laptop was a cup of coffee. I knocked it over, pretending it was an accident, and it spilled all over his laptop.

“No! Lucy, what have you done!?” Michael shouted, grabbing the laptop and trying to save it. But it was too late. The laptop wouldn’t start.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” I stammered, guilt washing over me.

Michael looked at the laptop in disappointment, then checked the time on his phone and sighed sadly. He typed something on his phone and slowly took off his coat, sitting back at his desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay… I’ll have to redo the project on another computer. Don’t worry about it,” he said, clearly frustrated.

I felt terrible. Until I saw the result of my actions, I hadn’t realized what I had done. But it was done, and nothing could change it. Mom probably wouldn’t be too upset; she would find a better match. That’s what I told myself to feel better.

Returning to my desk, I felt even worse. I was a terrible daughter, colleague, and person. I called my mom and heard her quiet, sad voice.

“Maybe this isn’t for me, sweetheart. I think I’ll stop using the app; it’s too hard for me,” she said softly.

“Mom, don’t worry, I’ll come over tonight,” I replied, my heart breaking.

I knew I had to fix things. So I went to Michael’s office once more. “Michael, do you have a minute?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“There is one more thing I want to ask you…” I needed to make things right.

That evening, I knocked on my mom’s door. My heart raced as I waited, knowing I had to come clean. The door opened, and there stood my mother, looking shocked as she saw me standing with Michael.

“Lucy? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise.

Michael looked equally bewildered. “Why did you bring me here, Lucy?” he asked. He had been kind enough to give me a ride after work, not knowing I had a bigger plan in mind.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “Mom, Michael, I need to confess something. I tried to sabotage your date,” I blurted out, feeling a mix of guilt and relief.

Phoebe’s eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about, sweetheart?”

Michael frowned, looking between me and my mom. “Lucy, what do you mean?”

I felt the weight of my actions pressing down on me. “Phoebe is my mom. When I found out you were going on a date, I panicked and only thought about myself. I worried about how it would affect me and focused only on my feelings. In my selfishness, I forgot how this would impact you,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

Phoebe’s expression softened as she stepped closer. “Lucy, why would you do that? You know I haven’t dated in so long.”

“I know, Mom. And that’s why I feel so terrible,” I said, my eyes filling with tears. “I was scared and selfish. I didn’t think about how happy this could make you. I was only thinking about myself and how awkward it would be to have my boss as my stepfather.”

Michael looked thoughtful, his initial shock giving way to understanding. “Lucy, I had no idea Phoebe was your mother. But I appreciate your honesty. It takes courage to admit you were wrong.”

I nodded, wiping away a tear. “I’m really sorry. Now, I realize that you two might be perfect for each other. Maybe fate brought you together because you’ve both had such a hard time finding someone.”

Phoebe smiled gently. “Sweetheart, I understand why you felt that way. But you need to know that my happiness means the world to me, and if Michael can bring that happiness, then we should give it a chance.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “Lucy, your mom is a wonderful woman. I would be honored to get to know her better.”

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. “Now that you know the truth, I just want to say one thing. No matter what happens, if you’re happy, then I’m happier. I hope I can fix my mistake.”

Phoebe gave me a warm hug. “You already have, sweetheart. Thank you for being honest.”

She then turned to Michael and invited him inside. “Come on in, Michael. Let’s have that dinner.”

Michael smiled and stepped inside. “Thank you, Phoebe.”

My mom looked at me and extended the invitation. “Would you like to join us, Lucy?”

I shook my head with a smile. “No, Mom. This evening should be yours. Enjoy it.”

As the door closed behind them, I felt a surge of joy. I got into my car and drove home, feeling lighter and happier. After all, I was right—love knows no age.

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