After Jess forgets to leave lunch money for her son, Caleb, he reveals that there’s a secret stash of money in a cereal box. How? Why? The family has been struggling with their finances, so why would her husband hide this from her? Jess tries to uncover the truth…
The morning had already gone sideways before I set foot outside the house.
I mean, I’d been up before the sun, my head still heavy from lack of sleep. Running the morning shift as a head baker was exhausting enough, but with my second job later that day, I was barely holding it together.
It wasn’t until I was halfway through shaping dough that it hit me. I’d forgotten to leave lunch money for my son, Caleb.
I immediately wiped the flour off my hands and grabbed my phone. That’s when the screen lit up with a text from Caleb.
Mom, no lunch money?
I felt so bad. I immediately called him to apologize for my mistake.
“Hey, Mom,” Caleb’s voice was soft. “I did text you. There’s no money for lunch today.”
“Caleb, I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” I said. “I completely forgot.”
“It’s okay, Mom!” he said in a calmly. “I’ll just check the cereal box where Dad keeps money. I don’t need much anyway.”
I froze. “What?” I asked.
“You know, the cereal box,” he repeated. “The Cheerios? Dad keeps money there. Sometimes inside the box, sometimes underneath.”
For a second, I didn’t know how to respond. My husband, hiding money? I almost asked Caleb to explain, but I didn’t want to open a can of worms. Not when he had an entire day of school to get through.
“Right,” I said. “Well, you do that! And I’ll see you later, sweetheart. Love you!”
“Okay, love you!” Caleb chirped before hanging up.
A cereal box with money in it? In my pantry? Why?
I could barely get through the rest of my shift. My hands moved on autopilot as I pulled loaves from the oven, but my mind was racing.
How long had Marcus been hiding money? And why? We were scraping by, every dollar carefully counted. I had gotten Caleb his new pair of sneakers from a discount store because Marcus said that we didn’t have enough money to spend.
We were behind on bills, the car needed repairs, and I was working two jobs just to keep us afloat. Honestly, it was killing me. My back ached more than it ever did during my pregnancy.
How could Marcus stash money away like this and not tell me?
When I finally made it home later that evening, I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes. I went straight to the pantry. Sure enough, there it was. An envelope, tucked beneath the box of Cheerios.
I pulled it out with trembling hands.
Inside was more cash than I’d seen in months. Hundreds, maybe more.
It wasn’t just Caleb’s lunch money fund for when I forget about it. No, it was enough to cover our car repair, the rent, and probably even some of our bills.
I looked at the stack of cash, trying to process it all.
Marcus had been sitting on this while I was breaking my back working twelve-hour days, thinking we were on the verge of drowning.
I could have shouted for Marcus, but I heard him on the phone in the study. It sounded like he was in a meeting, and I didn’t want to disturb him.
Instead, I pulled out a few pieces of hake and threw some broccoli and tomatoes onto a baking tray. I needed to feed my son.
Dinner that night was tense. I could barely look at my husband without my blood boiling, but I didn’t confront him.
Not yet.
I needed to see how far he’d take this.
So, I kept my voice steady as I brought up the car.
“We need to get the transmission looked at, Marcus,” I said. “It’s only going to get worse.”
Marcus didn’t even glance up from his plate. Instead, he poured hot sauce over his fish.
“We’ll have to wait, Jess,” he said. “We don’t have the money right now.”
I stared at him, frozen mid-air. He said it so easily, so naturally, like the stash in the cereal box didn’t exist, like he really believed it. Something inside me snapped.
The next morning, after my shift at the bakery, I did something I’d never imagined doing.
I called up a luxury spa and booked an appointment. A full makeover. Hair, nails, massage, the works. It was reckless, impulsive, and probably so irresponsible, but I didn’t care.
The money was there, and I was going to spend it.
The whole day felt surreal.
When I got home, I barely recognized myself.
My hair was styled into soft waves, and my nails were painted a deep, rich red. I looked like someone who had it all together, someone who wasn’t clawing her way through every day.
When Marcus walked in the door, he looked at me with eyes wide open.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“I found the money in the cereal box,” I said. “I deserved a day to myself.”
“You shouldn’t have spent that!” he yelled. “It wasn’t meant for this.”
“Then what was it for, Marcus?” I demanded. “Because I’ve been working myself to death, thinking we’re barely getting by, while you’ve been hoarding some kind of secret stash that I’ve had no idea about.”
“Jess, I wasn’t trying to hide it from you. I just… I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Worry about what?”
He sank into a chair, rubbing his face.
“My boss… he hinted there might be layoffs soon. I wanted to have something set aside, just in case. I didn’t want to talk about something that might not even happen.”
“So, you lied to me?”
“I didn’t lie,” he said. “I just didn’t tell you.”
“We’re supposed to be open and honest, Marcus,” I said. “You should have trusted me enough to tell me the truth.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Do you even realize what this looks like? I’m working hard thinking we’re broke while you’re hiding money for some hypothetical future disaster? How could you not tell me?”
“I didn’t want to make things worse,” he said, shaking his head. “I thought keeping it to myself would be easier.”
“And what if you lost your job tomorrow, huh? Were you planning to pull out your secret stash and say, ‘Oh hey, by the way, I’ve been saving this all along’?”
“No… I mean, yes. I just wanted to protect you.”
“You don’t protect me by keeping me in the dark, Marcus.”
I wasn’t sure he understood how all of this made me feel.
“We’re a team, Marcus. Or aren’t we?” I asked.
“We are, Jess,” he said. “I promise we are.”
We sat there for a moment, and slowly, I started to calm down. Marcus had messed up, and I could see that he genuinely hadn’t meant to hurt me. But he did. I was hurt.
We had a long way to go before I’d finally start trusting him again.
What would you have done?
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.
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