Melissa squeezed my hand.

Before I could reply, the woman added with a mocking laugh, “How pathetic.”

I was searching for the right response when her son tugged her sleeve.

“Mom,” the boy said loudly.

“Not now,” she snapped.

“But Mom,” he continued, pointing at Melissa’s dress. “It looks just like the silk handkerchiefs Dad buys for Miss Tammy when you’re not home.”

The room froze.

Parents exchanged shocked looks.

The woman slowly turned toward her husband.

“Why,” she asked quietly, “are you buying expensive handkerchiefs for the nanny?”

Gasps rippled through the gym.

Just then a young woman stepped inside the building.

Brian pointed excitedly. “There’s Miss Tammy!”

The boy’s mother walked toward her.

“Tammy,” she demanded, “have you been accepting gifts from my husband?”

Tammy hesitated, then lifted her chin.

“Yes,” she admitted calmly. “For months.”

Whispers spread across the room.

The father looked like all the color had drained from his face.

“You said you loved me,” Tammy added.

The woman removed her sunglasses slowly.

“You’ve been cheating on me?” she asked her husband coldly.

Chaos erupted in the gym.

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