Id been feeling for ages that something was off with my husband. He was jumpy, always staying late at work, whispering on the phone and hanging up the second I got close. His eyes were distant, like he was scared of me.
I tried not to jump to conclusions, but jealousy ate me up. Everything pointed to an affairlate nights, weird messages hed delete straight away, the smell of perfume on his clothes. I was sure of ithe had someone else.
In desperation, I took a drastic step: I set up a hidden camera at his office. I thought if I saw another woman, itd hurtbut at least Id know the truth.
When I watched the footage, my heart stopped. Id have rather seen him with a mistress than *this*.
I nervously hit play. On screen, a woman in a shocking pink dress appearedyoung, pretty, with glittery earrings and heavy makeup. My first thought: *thats her, the other woman.*
My husband walked up to her warmlythey hugged like old friends, chatting away. He smiled at her in a way he hadnt smiled at me in months. My heart shattered.
I almost turned it off, but something made me keep watching.
After a few minutes, they started whispering. The woman pulled a folder from her bag and showed him photosI could barely believe my eyes.
They were pictures of different people, with dates and strange notes. My husband studied them carefully, asking questions, then they started discussing details.
*”This one talks too much,”* the woman in pink said. *”Best take care of him before the months out.”*
My husband nodded, jotting something down.
My blood ran cold. They were talking about *murder*how to cover their tracks, the cost, whod get paid. Those smiles, those jokesit all turned to pure horror.
At first, I was jealous of another woman. Now? I wish thats all it was. Because the truth is, my husband had become an accomplice to the woman in pinkand together, they were planning real killings.
