While cleaning the house, I made a disturbing discovery beneath the bed: a woman’s bag full of makeup that didn’t belong to me. A surge of disbelief and betrayal hit me hard. I confronted my husband right away, asking where it came from, but he insisted he had no clue. Playing along, I acted like I accepted his explanation, but secretly, I set up a camera in our bedroom to get to the bottom of it.
Later, I told him I’d be out shopping and left. When I returned late that evening, my hands trembled as I pulled out the memory card from the camera. With my heart pounding, I pressed play.
