My Husband Forgot We Had Hidden Cameras — What I Saw Him Doing In Our Bedroom Made Me Rush Home In Absolute Panic

My hands started shaking.

How long?

How long had he been able to do that?

How many times had I rushed home because he needed help? How many groceries had I hauled inside while he waited in that chair? How many plans had we canceled because he “couldn’t manage”?

The questions spiraled faster than I could answer them.

Then the bedroom camera detected motion again.

Another person entered the room.

A woman.

I didn’t recognize her.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She carried a large tote bag and moved through the room with a familiarity that suggested this wasn’t her first visit.

Jake walked toward her.

Walked.

They smiled at each other.

My chest tightened with a new, awful possibility.

He’s been faking it.

And cheating.

I turned on the audio.

“You got here fast,” Jake said.

“You sounded nervous,” the woman replied.

Jake sat down on the bed and leaned back against the pillows. The woman placed her tote bag on the mattress and began taking things out.