I thought my husband had a mistress and installed a hidden camera, but the reality turned out to be even worse: I’d rather he was just cheating on me 😱😱
I had long felt that something was wrong with my husband. He became nervous, often stayed late at work, spoke on the phone in a low voice, and quickly dismissed calls when I was around. His gaze became distant, and he avoided intimacy as if he were afraid of me.
I tried not to think about the worst, but jealousy was eating me up inside. All the signs seemed obvious: late returns, strange messages that he immediately deleted, the scent of women’s perfume on his clothes. I was sure — he had a mistress.
I thought my husband had a mistress and installed a hidden camera, but the reality turned out to be even worse: I’d rather he was just cheating on me.
In despair, I decided to take the extreme step: I installed a hidden camera at his workplace. I thought that seeing another woman would cause me pain, but at least everything would become clear.
When I watched the footage, my heart stopped. I would have rather seen a mistress than this… To be continued 👇👇
I nervously turned on the video. On the screen appeared a woman in a bright pink suit — young, attractive, with shiny earrings and bold makeup. I immediately thought: this is the mistress.
My husband approached her too warmly — they hugged like old close friends and then started chatting excitedly about something. He smiled at her in a way he hadn’t smiled at me in months. My heart broke.
I almost wanted to turn off the video to avoid seeing how he was betraying me, but something made me keep watching.
I thought my husband had a mistress and installed a hidden camera, but the reality turned out to be even worse: I’d rather he was just cheating on me.
A few minutes later, their conversation turned to whispers. The woman pulled a folder from her handbag and showed my husband some photos — I could hardly believe my eyes. They were photos of some people, with dates and strange notes written on them. My husband studied them closely, asked questions, and then they moved on to discussing the details.
“This one talks too much,” said the woman in pink. “It’s better to get rid of him by the end of the month.”
My husband nodded and wrote something in his notebook.
I felt the blood freeze in my veins. They were discussing who to kill, how to cover up the traces, how much it would cost, and who to pay. Their sweet smiles, their casual jokes — all of it suddenly turned into something monstrous.
I thought my husband had a mistress and installed a hidden camera, but the reality turned out to be even worse: I’d rather he was just cheating on me.
At first, I was jealous of the mistress, but now I understood: it would have been better if he had just been cheating on me. Because in reality, he had become an accomplice to this woman in pink, and together, they were planning real murders.
