I Discovered My Husband Got Our 17-Year-Old Babysitter Pregnant—Now I’m Quietly Gathering Proof Before He Manipulates Her Into Silence – Part 2

I sat there in the dark office, staring at the screen.

And that’s when I realized something.

If I confronted him now…

He’d deny everything.

But if I waited just a little longer…

I might be able to expose him in a way he could never talk his way out of.

And that thought changed everything.

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Once this is handled, we can be together. I’ll tell Melissa everything, but not while you’re pregnant. It’s too complicated. Amber, you said that a month ago and 2 months ago. When are you actually going to tell her? Derek, soon. I promise. But you need to trust me. This is what’s best for everyone. Amber, what about what I want? A long pause.

Derek, what you want? You’re 17 years old. You don’t know what you want. You think you do, but you don’t. I’m the adult here. I’m making the responsible decision. Amber, I’m keeping it. I’ve decided, Derek, no, you’re not. You’re going to that clinic on Tuesday, and you’re going to do what needs to be done because if you don’t, if you keep this baby, I will deny everything.

I will tell everyone you seduced me, that you’ve been obsessed with me for years, that you’re lying about the baby being mine. Your reputation will be destroyed. No one will believe a word you say. I screenshot everything, sent it to my email, to my phone, to a cloud storage account. Dererick didn’t know I had. But I kept digging because if I was going to do this, I needed everything.

I found more. Bank statements showing cash withdrawals I didn’t know about. Hotel receipts, charges to jewelry stores I’d never received gifts from. He bought her a necklace for her 17th birthday. $200 while telling me we needed to cut back on expenses. I found text messages he’d deleted from his phone, but not from his laptop backup.

Messages from other numbers I didn’t recognize. Women I didn’t know. This wasn’t just about Amber. This was a pattern. How many others had there been? How many times had I believed his lies. I kept searching until almost 4:00 a.m. By the time I was done, I had enough evidence to bury him. Dererick was still asleep when I crawled back into bed.

The next morning, I called in sick to work. Told Derrick I had a stomach bug. He kissed my forehead, told me to rest, and left for his office downtown. As soon as his car pulled out of the driveway, I was on the phone. I need you to come over. I said to my sister Jennifer right now. She heard something in my voice.

Didn’t ask questions. Just said she’d be there in 20 minutes. When she arrived, I showed her everything. the emails, the photos, the text messages, the financial records showing money spent on hotels and gifts. She sat on my couch with her hand over her mouth crying. That son of a She stopped herself, looked at me.

What are you going to do? I don’t know yet, but I need you to help me figure it out. We spent the next 3 hours planning. Jennifer was a parallegal. She knew things. She made phone calls to lawyers she’d worked with, got me consultations scheduled for later that week, helped me start documenting everything, our assets, our accounts, Dererick’s income.

You need to open a bank account in just your name, she said. Start moving money. Not a lot, just enough to cover a lawyer and living expenses for a few months. Do it slowly so he doesn’t notice. Isn’t that illegal? No, it’s community property. You have every right to access it.

You’re just making sure you have resources when things get ugly, and they will get ugly. She was right. Over the next week, I moved small amounts of money into a new account. 500 here, a,000 there. Nothing that would trigger alerts. I met with three lawyers, chose the best one. Her name was Victoria Chen. She was expensive, but she had a reputation for winning.

This is going to be a fight. Victoria told me, “Your husband will hire someone just as good, maybe better. You need to be prepared for him to get nasty. I’m prepared.” But here’s the thing. I didn’t just want a divorce. I wanted Dererick to face consequences, real ones, because Amber was 17 and in our state that made Derrick a criminal.

The age of consent was 18. Dererick knew that. He’d mentioned it once years ago when there was some case on the news. He’d been disgusted by it. Called the guy a predator. Said men like that deserve to be locked up. And now he was that man. I called the police that afternoon. The officer who took my statement was a woman named Detective Richards.

She was probably in her 50s with kind eyes and a non-nonsense demeanor. She listened to everything without interrupting, took notes, asked clarifying questions. This is going to be difficult, she told me when I finished. These cases always are. The victim is often reluctant to cooperate. They think they’re in love.

They don’t see themselves as victims. I know, I said, but she’s pregnant and he’s pressuring her to terminate. She told me that herself. Detective Richards nodded. We’ll need to talk to Amber, get her statement, and we’ll need the evidence you’ve collected. I gave her everything.

The screenshots, the emails, the timeline. What happens now? I asked. We investigate. We build a case. And then we decide whether to press charges. How long does that take? Could be weeks. Could be months. These things don’t move quickly. I didn’t have months. Amber was already 3 months pregnant. Dererick was already pressuring her.

Every day that passed was another day he could convince her to do something she didn’t want to do. I need to speed this up. I said, Detective Richards looked at me carefully. Mrs. Patterson, I understand you’re angry, but you need to let us do our job. Don’t do anything that could jeopardize the investigation. I nodded, smiled, lied.

Of course, I understand, but I had no intention of waiting. That night at dinner, I played the perfect wife. I asked Dererick about his day, laughed at his jokes, refilled his wine glass. I was thinking, I said, cutting into my chicken. We should have Amber babysit this weekend. It’s been a while. I think Lily misses her.

Dererick nearly choked on his water. Amber, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Why not? She’s I heard she’s been busy with school stuff. Probably doesn’t have time. I’ll text her and ask. I pulled out my phone. Melissa, don’t. His voice was sharp. Too sharp. I looked at him. Is there a reason you don’t want Amber to babysit anymore? He forced a smile.

No, of course not. I just don’t want you to be disappointed if she’s busy. I’ll risk it. I sent the text right there at the table. Dererick watched me do it, his jaw tight. Amber responded within 5 minutes. I’d love to. What time? Saturday. I showed Derek the screen. See, she’s available. He didn’t say anything, just stared at his plate.

The rest of dinner was silent. Dererick excused himself early. Said he had work to do in his office. I heard him on the phone. His voice was low, angry. I couldn’t make out the words, but I knew he was talking to Amber. After the kids went to bed, I knocked on his office door. Everything okay? I asked. You seemed stressed at dinner.

Fine, just work stuff. You sure? You’ve been distant lately. He looked up at me for a moment. I thought he might confess, might tell me everything, but he didn’t. I’m fine, Mel. Just tired. Big project at work. I nodded, closed the door, went to our bedroom, and cried into my pillow so the kids wouldn’t hear.

Saturday came. I told Derek I had made plans with Jennifer. A girl’s day, shopping, and lunch. He seemed relieved that I’d be out of the house. Amber arrived at noon. She looked nervous, kept glancing at Dererick. “Lily’s so excited you’re here,” I said, hugging her. Then I whispered in her ear. “We need to talk later. It’s important.” She nodded.

I left, but I didn’t go meet Jennifer. Instead, I parked two streets over and waited. At 12:30, I texted Amber. “Is he still there?” “Yes,” she replied. “He sent the kids to play in the backyard. He wants to talk.” “Record it.” I texted back. “Turn on your voice memo app and put your phone in your pocket.

Don’t let him see.” Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. “Okay,” she finally sent. I waited. Every minute felt like an hour. I kept checking my phone, imagining what was happening in my house. At 1:15, my phone rang. It was Amber, Mrs. Patterson. Her voice was shaking. You need to come back now. I was there in 3 minutes.

When I walked in, Amber was crying in the kitchen. Dererick was nowhere to be seen. What happened? Where is he? She handed me her phone. The voice memo app was still recording. She pressed stop then play. Dererick’s voice filled the kitchen, so I made an appointment. Tuesday at 3:00. The clinic is 2 hours away, so we need to leave by 1:00.

Derek, I don’t want to do this. Amber, baby, we’ve talked about this. It’s the only way. Once this is handled, we can be together. I’ll tell Melissa everything, but not while you’re pregnant. It’s too complicated. You said that a month ago and 2 months ago. When are you actually going to tell her? Soon, I promise.

But you need to trust me. This is what’s best for everyone. What about what I want? A long pause. What you want? Dererick’s voice changed. Became cold. You’re 17 years old. You don’t know what you want. You think you do, but you don’t. I’m the adult here. I’m making the responsible decision. I’m keeping it. I’ve decided.

No, you’re not. His voice was hard now. Scary. You’re going to that clinic on Tuesday and you’re going to do what needs to be done. Because if you don’t, if you keep this baby, I will deny everything. I will tell everyone you seduced me, that you’ve been obsessed with me for years, that you’re lying about the baby being mine. Your reputation will be destroyed.

No one will believe a word you say. Amber was sobbing on the recording. You said you loved me. I do love you. That’s why I’m protecting you from yourself. This is for your own good, Amber. Trust me. The recording ended there. I looked at Amber. She was pale, shaking. Where is he? I asked. He left.

When you texted that you were coming back, he said he had to go. told me to keep my mouth shut or he’d make sure I regretted it. I sat down at the kitchen table. My hands were shaking. I’m going to call the police, I said. Right now, are you ready for that? Amber nodded. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep lying.

I can’t keep pretending this is normal. I grabbed my phone and called Detective Richards. I have him, I said when she answered. I have him on recording. She arrived within 30 minutes. Brought another officer with her. A younger man who introduced himself as Officer Martinez. They sat with us in my living room, listened to the recording three times, took Amber’s statement, took my statement, too.

Detective Richards was writing everything down when she looked up at Amber. I need to ask you some difficult questions, she said gently. About the relationship, about what happened. I know it’s hard, but we need details. Amber nodded, took a deep breath. When did it start? Detective Richards asked. July 15th. I remember because it was my birthday. I turned 17.

Had there been inappropriate contact before that? He’d been flirty for a few months, complimenting me, texting me things that seemed innocent but also kind of weird, like, “You look beautiful today.” Or, “I can’t stop thinking about our conversation. Did you tell anyone?” No, I thought I was imagining it.

He was Mrs. Patterson’s husband, a dad. I didn’t think he’d actually, you know what happened on July 15th. Amber’s voice got quieter. He said he needed to talk to me about something important. Asked if [clears throat] I could meet him. I thought it was about babysitting, but he took me to a hotel. Said he couldn’t keep his feelings hidden anymore.

That he’d been in love with me for months. That his marriage was over and he was just waiting for the right time to leave. What did you say? I said I didn’t know that it felt wrong. But he kept saying all these things. That I was mature for my age. That I made him feel alive. That we were meant to be together. And I I wanted to believe him.

He was the successful, attractive man who was paying attention to me. It made me feel special. My heart was breaking listening to her. She’d been manipulated, groomed, and she’d had no idea. Detective Richards asked more questions, how many times they’d been together, where they’d gone, whether anyone else knew. Then she turned to me.

Mrs. Patterson, what made you suspect the affair? I explained about Morgan, about the emails I’d found, about the pattern of behavior I’d started noticing. When we were done, Detective Richards closed her notebook. This is coercion, she said, threatening a minor to force her to terminate a pregnancy. Combined with the statutory rape evidence you’ve provided, we have more than enough for an arrest warrant.

How long? I asked. We can have him picked up tonight. I looked at the clock. It was almost 2:30. He’ll be home around 6:00, I said. You can arrest him here in front of our house. In front of the neighbors, in front of everyone who thought he was such a great guy. Detective Richards nodded. We’ll be ready.

After the police left, I sat with Amber for a while. What happens now? She asked. Now you go home. You tell your mom everything and you let the police do their job. My mom is going to be so angry. She might be angry at first, but she’ll come around. You’re her daughter. She loves you. Amber left around 3:00. I was alone in the house.

I called Jennifer. Can you pick up the kids from school? I asked. Take them to your place for the night. What’s happening? They’re arresting Derek tonight. I don’t want the kids to see it. Jennifer was silent for a moment. Oh my god. Okay. Yeah, I’ll get them. Should I tell them anything? Tell them they’re having a sleepover. That’s it.

Melissa, are you okay? I will be. I hung up, looked around the house. This was the last day things would be normal. Well, not normal, but the same. After tonight, everything would change. I sent Lily and Marcus to Jennifer’s house with their overnight bags. Told them I had a special dinner planned with their dad and they got to have fun with their cousins.

They were excited, didn’t ask questions. At 5:45, I stood in my living room and waited. At 5:58, Dererick’s car pulled into the driveway. At 6:03, two police cars arrived. I watched from the window as Dererick got out of his car, confused, watched as the officers approached him, watched as they told him he was under arrest for statutory rape and coercion of a minor.

His face went white. He looked at the house, saw me standing in the window. Our eyes met. For a moment, I saw real fear in his face. Not the calculated fear of someone caught in a lie. The genuine fear of someone realizing their world was ending. I didn’t wave, didn’t smile, just stared at him as they put him in handcuffs and read him his rights.

The neighbors came out to watch. Mrs. Chen from next door with her mouth hanging open. The college kids who rented the house across the street filming on their phones. The Johnson’s with their perfectly manicured lawn whispering to each other. Everyone saw Dererick was shouting now, saying it was a misunderstanding, that his wife was crazy, that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Melissa, Melissa, tell them, tell them this is insane. I didn’t move, didn’t respond. They put him in the police car anyway. As they drove away, I finally moved from the window, sat down on the couch, started shaking. My phone started ringing immediately. Numbers I didn’t recognize. Probably neighbors wanting to know what was happening. I didn’t answer any of them.

Instead, I poured myself a glass of wine, the expensive stuff Dererick saved for special occasions. I sat on the back porch and watched the sunset and thought about what came next: The divorce, the trial, telling my kids that their father wasn’t coming home, rebuilding a life I thought I had secure.

It was terrifying, but it was also freeing. My phone rang again. This time it was Amber. Is it true? She asked. Did they really arrest him? Yes. She was quiet for a moment. My mom knows now. I told her everything. She’s She’s really upset, but she says she’s going to support me. Whatever I decide about the baby. That’s good. That’s really good.

Thank you for believing me, for helping me. You could have blamed me. Could have been angry at me. You’re 17, Amber. He’s a 41-year-old man. There’s only one person to blame here. We talked for a few more minutes. She told me Rebecca had already called a lawyer, that they were going to make sure she had options.

After we hung up, I sat in the silence of my empty house. This was my life now. Single mom, married to a criminal, soon to be divorced. I didn’t sleep that night. Just lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in my head. The next morning, Dererick’s mother called me screaming. What have you done? You’ve destroyed him. Over what? Over nothing.

You’re vindictive and cruel, and I hope you’re happy. Is that all? I asked calmly. That girl is lying. She seduced him. She’s been obsessed with him for years, and now she’s trying to ruin his life. She’s 17 years old. She was 16 when it started. Your son is a predator. How dare you? I hung up on her, blocked her number.

Dererick’s lawyer called next, a man named Robert Brennan, who I knew had a reputation for defending wealthy men accused of bad things. Mrs. Patterson, I’m representing your husband. He’d like to speak with you to explain to try to work this out. Work it out. He maintains his innocence. He believes there’s been a misunderstanding.

If you could just give me your email. I’m sorry, your email address. I’m going to send you the name and number of my attorney. All future communication goes through her. I hung up before he could respond. Then Jennifer showed up with coffee and bagels and a plan. We’re changing the locks today, she said. And tomorrow we’re opening a new bank account in just your name.

And then we’re getting you the best divorce attorney in the state. I already have one. Victoria Chen. Jennifer’s eyes widened. Victoria Chen. She’s expensive. Derek can afford it. His assets are about to become community property, and given what he’s done, I’m guessing I’ll get a pretty favorable settlement. She was right.

By the end of the week, I had changed the locks, opened new accounts, started the process of separating my life from Derk’s. Victoria filed for divorce on Monday. emergency custody of the children, restraining order, temporary support. Dererick’s lawyer fought it all, said I was being vindictive, that I was using the arrest to gain an unfair advantage, but the judge wasn’t buying it. Mr.

Patterson is currently in jail awaiting arraignment on serious charges involving a minor. The judge said, “Mrs. Patterson is currently in jail awaiting arraignment on serious charges involving a minor.” The judge said, “Mrs. Patterson’s request for full custody is not only reasonable, it’s prudent.” Dererick made bail 2 days later.