I set a secret camera because I believed my spouse had a lover, but the reality was far worse: I wish he had simply been unfaithful to me.
I had a persistent feeling that my hubby was not right. When I was around, he got anxious, frequently stayed late after work, muttered on the phone, and abruptly hung up. He avoided closeness and had aloof eyes, as though he was scared of me.
Jealousy was killing me, but I made an effort not to think the worst. Late returns, odd messages that he promptly erased, and the smell of women’s perfume on his clothing were all warning flags. He had a lover, and I was persuaded.
I mounted a covert camera at his place of employment out of desperation. I believed it would be painful to see another woman, but at least the truth would be revealed.
My heart stopped when I saw the video. If only it had been a mistress, I would have
I played the video anxiously. A young, gorgeous woman wearing a bright pink suit with strong makeup and sparkly earrings emerged on the television. My first thought was, “That’s her, the mistress.”
In an overly affectionate manner, my spouse embraced her as if they were longtime, close friends before engaging in animated conversation. He gave her a smile that he hadn’t given me in months. It broke my heart.
Something kept me viewing the film even though I wanted to stop seeing further betrayal.
A few minutes later, they started whispering. I couldn’t believe what I saw when the woman pulled a folder from her luggage and showed my husband some pictures.
These were pictures of people with odd notes and dates on them. After giving them a thorough examination and asking some questions, my husband and I started talking about specifics.
The woman in pink remarked, “This one talks too much.” By the end of the month, it would be better to take him out.
With a nod, my spouse jotted down a note in his notebook.
I could feel my veins freezing. They were talking about murders: who should pay, how to conceal the evidence, and how much it would cost. The lighthearted banter and those charming grins all devolved into something terrible.
I was first envious of a potential affair. I now wish it had only been that. Because the truth is that my spouse had joined forces with the woman in pink to arrange actual killings.
