I could tell something was wrong when Ben walked through the door that Friday evening. He was dragging his feet, and the usual brightness in his eyes was nowhere to be found.
His hands were still wet, probably from wringing out the towels after washing another car, and he avoided eye contact as he dropped onto the couch.
A frustated little boy | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, bud, what’s going on?” I called from the kitchen.
I had planned on making him his favorite grilled chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner. I was going to have his plate ready the moment he walked in.
But looking at him now, I was worried. Ben was only 14 but recently got a taste of making money and wanted to be independent.
Plates of food | Source: Midjourney
“Come on,” I said, wiping my hands. “You can tell me anything!”
For a second, he didn’t answer but stared at the ground. My heart sank when I saw the frustration etched on his face.
It was like he was trying to find the words but didn’t know how to get them out.
A close up of a little boy | Source: Midjourney
“He… he didn’t pay me,” Ben finally muttered.
“What do you mean? Didn’t Mr. Peterson agree to pay you $50 each time you washed his car?” I asked, feeling my own brow furrow.
Ben let out a sigh that sounded far too heavy for a 14-year-old.
“Yeah, but today, after I finished washing the car for the fourth time this month, he said it wasn’t ‘spotless’ and that I wouldn’t get paid. At all! He said I should have done a better job if I wanted my money.”
An upset boy | Source: Midjourney
I felt my fists tighten. Mr. Peterson, that smug neighbor of ours who always had something slick to say. He strutted around in his suits, making sure everyone noticed the shine on his precious black Jeep.
“It’s a beautiful car, isn’t it?” he would ask, leaning out of his car. “Stunning!”
A few months ago, he became interested in Ben, especially after seeing Ben wash my car.
“Whoa! You’ve done a great job on your mom’s car, Ben! What do you say about washing my car every Friday? I’ll pay you, of course!”
A Jeep parked in a driveway | Source: Midjourney
Initially, I thought that it was a compliment, but now I could see it for what it really was:
A way to exploit cheap labor.
“You’ve been washing that car every week this month, haven’t you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
Ben nodded, sinking deeper into the couch.
A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
“Yeah, I’ve spent about three hours for the past four weeks, just making sure that it was clean. I even used the hand-vacuum under the seats and everything. But he said that I didn’t deserve to be paid.”
A flush of anger bloomed across my chest.
I knew Ben had done a great job. Whenever he did our car, I was always so impressed by him. And anyway, Mr. Peterson’s car gleamed like a showroom model when my son was done with it.
A frustrated boy | Source: Midjourney
This wasn’t about the car being clean. No, sir. It was about Mr. Peterson being a jerk.
And now?
Now, Ben was left feeling like his hard work wasn’t worth anything.
“How much does he owe you?” I asked.
Ben thought for a moment.
A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney
“Four washes, Mom. So, $200.”
I pulled out my wallet and counted $200 in crisp bills. I handed it to him, watching his eyes widen in surprise.
“Here, you earned this, sweetheart.”
“Mom, you don’t have to. It was Mr. Peterson’s job to pay me!” he exclaimed.
I shook my head, cutting him off.
A woman taking money out of her wallet | Source: Midjourney
“I’m not done with Mr. Peterson, honey. He doesn’t get to treat you like this and walk away.”
Ben looked uncertain, his eyes flicking from the money in his hand to me.
“But, Mom!”
“No ‘buts,’ Ben,” I said, putting my wallet away. “Trust me, I’m going to teach Mr. Peterson a lesson about what happens when you take advantage of someone’s hard work. Now, come on, let’s eat. I’m starving!”
Ben smiled and sat down at the table.
A smiling boy | Source: Midjourney
“Thanks, Mom,” he said, smiling.
The next morning, I woke up with a plan. Mr. Peterson had no idea what was coming. I glanced out the window and, sure enough, there he was, standing in his silk pajamas, meticulously polishing his Jeep like a man obsessed.
I smiled and headed outside, casually walking toward him in my yoga clothes.
“Good morning, Mr. Peterson!” I called out cheerfully.
A man standing next to a Jeep in pajamas | Source: Midjourney
He looked up from his car, his usual smug expression already in place.
“Morning, Irene,” he said. “What can I do for you? But make it quick, I have brunch with the family soon.”
I could have rolled my eyes.
“Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to check in about Ben’s payment for washing your car,” I said. “He mentioned you weren’t satisfied with his work yesterday.”
A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
Mr. Peterson straightened his back and crossed his arms.
“Yes, that’s right, Irene. The car wasn’t spotless, so I didn’t see the need to pay him. It’s a learning experience, you know? Anyway, he’s a young lad. The world has to humble him.”
The anger from the night before flared up again, but I kept my face neutral, even smiling a little.
“A learning experience, huh?” I said. “Interesting. Ben did tell me that you were a man of your word… and he mentioned that you agreed to pay him $50 per wash, regardless of how spotless it was. And wouldn’t you know it! I’ve got the pictures he took of the car after every wash.”
A man standing next to a Jeep | Source: Midjourney
The smugness in his expression cracked a little.
“Pictures?” Mr. Peterson asked.
“Yes, pictures. He enjoyed sending them to his grandfather after every wash. He is very proud of his work.”
Mr. Peterson grunted.
“And anyway, it seems to me like a verbal agreement was made. And breaking that? Well, that’s a breach of contract, isn’t it? Should I speak to my lawyer about this?”
A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney
The color drained from his face.
“There’s no need for all that!” he exclaimed.
I held up a hand.
“Oh, I think there is. See, Ben worked hard, and you’re trying to cheat him out of what he earned. So, here’s the deal. You pay my son the $200 today, or I’ll make sure everyone in this neighborhood knows how you treat kids who work for you.”
A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney
He just stared at me.
“And if that doesn’t convince you, I’m more than happy to take legal action,” I continued.
I could see the panic settle into his features now. The neighbor with the perfect lawn and the perfect Jeep was suddenly sweating bullets into his silk pajamas.
He opened the car door and fumbled for his wallet, quickly counting out the cash.
A man’s wallet | Source: Midjourney
“Here’s your money,” he muttered, handing over $200 in crumpled bills.
“Great. It’s been good doing business with you,” I said with a smile. “But please, understand that my son will not touch a car of yours again.”
He nodded grimly.
Inside, Ben looked up from the couch when I walked in. He had a bowl of cereal in his hands, and his eyes widened when I handed him the cash.
A boy holding a bowl of cereal | Source: Midjourney
“You actually did it!” he exclaimed.
I grinned, feeling a fierce sense of pride.
“No one messes with my son,” I said. “Especially when they think they can get away with not paying what’s owed. Next time, if someone tries to pull a stunt like that, you’ll know exactly how to handle it.”
“Does this mean that I have to give you the $200 back?” he grinned.
A smiling boy | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I laughed. “But I think you can take me out on a mother-son date for lunch today?”
“Deal, Mom,” he said.
Later, when we were sitting in a cute bistro, Ben leaned across his chair, squinting at the sign from the ice cream parlor across the road.
“Help wanted,” he read. “What do you think, Mom? A weekend job at an ice cream parlor?”
A mom and son duo at a bistro | Source: Midjourney
“Go for it,” I laughed, getting into my burger. “But if the boss is mean, you know who to call.”
My son smiled at me and nodded slowly before picking up a fry.
What would you have done?
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
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When Colin and his wife, Alice, end up working at the same company for business tyrant Mr. Taylor, they think that they’ve gotten a sweet deal while they branch out to their passions. But after one mistake at work, Alice is ridiculed in front of everyone, causing Colin to retaliate. As the couple lose their jobs, Colin is left fighting for revenge…
Working as a driver for the owner of a mid-sized company was never the dream, but it paid the bills. If I had to be honest, I would tell you that what I had always wanted to do was own my own construction company, but life often works in funny ways.
A smiling man dressed as a chauffer | Source: Midjourney
The silver lining to being a driver was that I got to go to fancy places and I got to work alongside my wife, Alice. We’d met years ago, long before either of us ended up working at the same place. But when Alice got the job as Mr. Taylor’s personal assistant, she dropped him my resume.
“It’s going to be okay, Colin,” she told me one evening when we were making pasta for dinner.
“He needs a personal driver, and you can do that. Neither of us have to stay there forever, but the pay is good enough for the moment. So, until something better comes along for us, we’ll have to make do.”
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
“I know,” I agreed.
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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
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
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.”
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.
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
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?
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.
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.
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
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.”
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.
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.
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?!
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.”
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.
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.
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.”
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
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.
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.
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