I didn’t think much the first time I noticed my daughter-in-law sneaking into the forest. But as days turned into weeks, her evening disappearances became more frequent. She’d tell us she was going to forage for mushrooms, only to return empty-handed every time. Something wasn’t adding up.
I’ve spent forty years in the corporate world, working my way up from junior analyst to senior management consultant. One thing that I learned during those years was to trust my gut about people and situations.
But following Kate into those woods that evening? That decision weighs on me more heavily than any business deal I’ve ever made.
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Let me share a bit about my life before I tell you what happened that day.
So, my wife Fiona and I met in college, got married young, and built our life together brick by brick. Like any marriage, we’ve had our share of storms.
The worst hit in 1989 when I was pulling seventy-hour weeks at work, barely seeing her or our son. The distance between us grew until it felt like we were strangers sharing a bed.
I didn’t think of it much until the night Fiona packed her bags.
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“I can’t do this anymore, Misael,” she cried. “I’m raising our son alone while you chase promotions.”
But instead of walking out, she suggested marriage counseling. Her patience and wisdom saved us that year.
I can never forget how Dr. Williams helped us rebuild our foundation and taught me that success meant nothing without family to share it with. But that’s a story for another day.
Our son Leonard was always the kind of kid who made parenting look easy. Straight As, varsity baseball captain… you name it.
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The teachers and coaches loved him, and we couldn’t have been prouder when he got accepted into one of the best universities. However, graduating during the recession wasn’t kind to him.
Despite his valuable business degree, he ended up at a mediocre firm that paid him peanuts. He could barely cover his student loans.
That’s where he met Kate. I remember the Sunday morning he told us about wanting to marry her.
The memory is crystal clear. Fiona was making her famous blueberry pancakes while the aroma of coffee filled the air.
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“Mom, Dad,” Leonard said, fidgeting with his napkin. “I need to tell you something important.”
“What is it, honey?” Fiona asked.
“I’m going to ask Kate to marry me.”
Fiona nearly dropped the spatula she was holding. We’d only met Kate twice, and something about her felt off. Leonard’s sudden decision didn’t make sense.
“Son,” I began carefully, “eight months isn’t very long to know someone.”
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“Dad, please,” Leonard interrupted. “I love her. When you know, you know.”
“But sweetheart,” Fiona chimed in, “remember what happened with Jamie from accounting? You thought she was ‘the one’ too.”
Leonard’s eyebrows furrowed. “This is different. Kate’s different.”
“Different how?” I pressed. “She barely talks about her family, dodges questions about her past—”
“Because her past was difficult!” Leonard slammed his fist on the table, making the coffee cups rattle. “Not everyone has the perfect marriage you guys have. Not everyone grew up in a happy home. You don’t know what she’s been through!”
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“We’re just asking you to slow down,” Fiona pleaded.
“No, you’re judging her without knowing her. I thought you’d be happy for me.”
What could we do? We gave our blessing, though my gut screamed otherwise. They married last spring and stayed with us in the same house to save money.
At first, Kate presented herself as the best daughter-in-law we could’ve asked for. She helped with the dishes, brought flowers for Fiona, and even organized our messy garage.
But then things started shifting.
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It began with small outbursts.
She’d snap at Leonard for leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor and slam doors whenever Fiona suggested recipes.
We chalked it up to job stress because she had recently been laid off from work and was having a hard time during interviews.
“I think she’s just frustrated,” Leonard would say. “The job market’s tough right now.”
But then came the mysterious disappearances. She’d rush out the door at odd hours and give a different excuse every time.
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“Going to meet my Miley!” she’d call out.
“Jenny needs help with her dog!”
“Book club emergency!”
When Leonard mentioned wanting to meet these friends, Kate always had an excuse ready.
“Oh, Miley’s dealing with a bad breakup. She’s not up for company.”
Or “Jenny’s so shy around new people.”
For weeks, I watched this pattern continue. My son seemed oblivious, but I noticed how Kate would check her phone constantly and disappear into another room to take calls.
Then came the forest visits.
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It happened after I’d just returned from dinner with an old colleague. I found Fiona pacing our kitchen.
“She’s gone into those woods again,” Fiona whispered. “Third time this week.”
“Maybe she really is foraging,” I offered weakly, though doubt gnawed at my gut.
“Old fool! Mushrooms at night? What nonsense!” Fiona threw her hands up in frustration. “She’s probably cheating on our Leonard!”
“Where’s your proof?” I asked, trying to calm her down.
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Fiona slumped into a kitchen chair.
“I don’t have any,” she cried. “But mother’s intuition… something’s not right, Misael. Our boy deserves better than lies.”
For two days, I couldn’t shake Fiona’s words. The thought of someone hurting our son and making a fool of him kept me up at night.
So, when Kate slipped out that Thursday evening with a basket, I decided to do something I somewhat regret.
I followed her.
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The path through the woods was tricky in the growing darkness, but decades of living here had taught me every root and stone.
Kate moved quickly and never once looked back. She confidently made her way deep into the forest.
Finally, she stopped at a dilapidated cabin. It was an old neighbor’s hunting shack that had been abandoned since his death fifteen years ago.
Once Kate slipped inside, I quietly tiptoed toward the old cabin.
Let’s see what’s going on in here, I thought as I silently peeked through the grimy window. What I saw there was something I’ll never forget.
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I saw Kate methodically transforming herself while standing before a cracked mirror. She pulled out a tailored suit from the basket, a short dark wig, and a fake mustache. I couldn’t recognize her once she wore everything.
I hid behind the cabin as she prepared to leave.
Then, I watched in horror as she emerged from the cabin. The woman walking away wasn’t my daughter-in-law. She was a completely different person, and even the way she walked had changed.
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I couldn’t believe my eyes as I followed her. She left the forest and started walking toward the nearby restaurants. I stood outside as she entered a café and sat down across from an elderly gentleman in an expensive suit.
I could clearly see them through the window.
I noted the way they laughed together and the comfortable familiarity in their gestures. I stood there for an hour and was horrified when the old man kissed her hand.
They parted ways and Kate made her way back to the forest.
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When she finally returned home that night, she was confused to see Fiona, Leonard, and myself sitting in the living room like a jury about to deliver a verdict.
“Kate,” Leonard’s voice cracked. “Are you cheating on me?”
She froze in the doorway and looked at him with wide eyes. “What… what are you talking about?”
“I saw you today,” I said quietly. “The cabin, the disguise, the café. All of it.”
“It’s, uh,” she began. “It’s not what you think.”
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“Oh really?” Leonard asked.
“Th-that man… he’s wealthy,” she said. “He thinks I’m a man named Karl. He promised me property in his will if I keep having dinner with him weekly. I never touched him, Leonard. I did it for us, for our future!”
Fiona and I looked at each other in disbelief. I had no idea Kate could do something like this.
“For us?” Leonard stood up. “You’ve been lying to everyone! You manipulated some lonely old man and deceived your husband. This isn’t the woman I married! This isn’t the Kate I knew!”
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“Please,” Kate sobbed, reaching for him. “I was trying to give us a better life! You know how hard it’s been living paycheck to paycheck. I saw an opportunity—”
“An opportunity to con someone?” Leonard cut her off. “To live a double life? No. We’re done. I want a divorce.”
“No, please,” Kate begged. “Don’t do that Leonard. Please.”
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Kate’s pleas echoed through the house as Leonard walked upstairs. Fiona followed close behind while I just sat there and watched Kate cry.
At that point, she looked like a stranger who’d entered our family to cause harm. While watching her walk out of the living room, I wondered if following her had been the right choice.
Had I done the right thing? Was my son going to divorce his wife because of me?
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I don’t have answers to those questions yet, but I know that my gut had been right about Kate all along. But the way we all realized this was too cruel.
It makes me wonder if some mysteries in life should stay mysteries, or is it really important for those sensitive truths to come to light?
