My husband forgot about our hidden cameras – what I saw him doing in our bedroom made me run home in a panic

Jake sat on the bed and leaned back against the pillows. The woman put down her bag and began unpacking things.

Then I grabbed my keys and ran out of work.

Driving home, I heard Jake say something I couldn’t quite make out. The woman replied, “You can’t do this anymore.”

I ran into the house and slammed the front door so hard it hit the wall. I headed down the hall toward the bedroom.

Through the door I heard Jake say, “She never checks the cameras.”
Then I opened the door.

They both jumped.

Jake was lying half-reclined on the bed, shirtless. The woman stood next to him with her arms raised.

“Are you serious?” I shouted.

Jake paled. “Mara—”

“Don’t do this,” I growled.

I looked at the woman. “Get out of my house.”

She didn’t leave. Instead, she picked something up from the bed and handed it to me.

“Please lower your voice,” she said calmly.

She held a brace in her hands. Then she pulled out a folder containing exercise plans and treatment notes.

“My name is Lena,” she said. “I’m a rehabilitation specialist.”