When Gregory came home in his tailored gray suit, he behaved like the perfect husband.
Over dinner, I casually mentioned what Toby had said.
Gregory laughed.
Apparently, Toby had confused the woman with a new blonde cleaner.
I smiled and pretended to believe him.
That night, I ordered four motion-activated hidden cameras.
For two weeks, I went to work as usual while quietly monitoring our home.
Then my phone alerted me to movement in our bedroom.
There was Gregory with the blonde woman, Chloe.
Inside my house.
Inside my bedroom.
She was even wearing my silk robe.
But the worst discovery came two days later from the camera in our home office.
I watched Gregory make a phone call to a man named David and openly discuss forging my signature on documents used to extract $150,000 in equity from our home.
