My Wife Replaced Me With My Son’s Teacher

That day, during the parent-child event, I was sweating buckets inside that heavy mascot costume, jumping around just to get a few more laughs out of my son.

When I stepped off stage, Chloe handed me a bottle of water, saying casually:

"While you were bouncing around up there for half an hour, Liam and I were making out backstage."

"He said he felt bad seeing me struggle with Leo alone."

Liam was a struggling student I'd sponsored for four years.

Just ten minutes earlier, he'd clapped me on the shoulder, his face earnest as he promised: