Steven has been suspicious of his wife for some time. He decides to install a network of hidden cameras in his house to find out what she does on the nights he isn’t at home. What the footage exposes opens old wounds, presents new dangers, and leaves him in a perpetual loop of mistrust. The screwdriver trembled in Steven’s sweaty palm.
This felt wrong; it was a violation, yet the unease gnawing at his gut had been too strong to ignore for weeks. He hid the tiny camera behind the framed family photo. His gaze lingered for a moment on Chrissy’s smile. Lately, that smile seemed reserved for her phone screen, not for him. He’d hear whispered conversations when he entered the room, and then they were cut short with a hasty brush-off. An air of secrecy hung heavy in their once joyful home. Tonight, the camera would cut through the haze. It was time to confront whatever Chrissy was hiding.
From there, the countdown began. Every evening, he retreated to his makeshift surveillance center, the tiny home office. Then, he steeled himself with a glass of scotch for courage and hit play. The first few nights were agony. There were hours of…….Read Full Story Here………………
