I thought my husband was having an affair and set up a hidden camera, but the reality was far worse: I would have preferred if he had just cheated 😱😱
I had long felt that something was wrong with my husband. He became nervous, often stayed late at work, spoke quietly on the phone, and would quickly hang up when I was around. His gaze became distant, and he avoided closeness, as if afraid of me.
I tried not to think the worst, but jealousy was eating me alive. The signs seemed obvious: late returns, strange messages he immediately deleted, the scent of women’s perfume on his clothes. I was certain he had a mistress.
In desperation, I took the extreme step: I installed a hidden camera at his workplace. I thought that seeing another woman would hurt, but at least it would clarify everything.
When I watched the footage, my heart stopped. I would have preferred a mistress… anything would have been better than this.
The recording began. On the screen appeared a woman in a bright pink suit — young, attractive, wearing sparkling earrings and bold makeup. My first thought: this must be the mistress.
My husband greeted her too warmly — they hugged like old friends and then started talking animatedly. He smiled at her in a way he hadn’t smiled at me for months. My heart sank.
I almost wanted to turn off the video, not wanting to see his betrayal, but something made me watch further.
Minutes later, their conversation turned to whispers. The woman pulled out a folder from her bag and showed him photos — I could hardly believe my eyes. The photos were of people, with dates and strange notes scribbled on them. My husband studied them carefully, asked questions, and then they began discussing details.
“This one talks too much,” said the woman in pink. “Better get rid of him by the end of the month.”
My husband nodded and jotted something down in his notebook.
I felt blood run cold in my veins. They were discussing whom to kill, how to cover their tracks, how much it would cost, and who to pay. The friendly smiles, their casual jokes — suddenly it all turned monstrous.
At first, I was jealous of a mistress. Now I realized: I would have preferred he simply cheated. Because in reality, he had become an accomplice to this woman in pink, and together they were planning real murders.
