There were hundreds of videos showing Martin and Wendy’s secret meetings. Every night, after putting her daughter, Nancy, to bed, he went into her bedroom. I had found the truth from Martin’s own phone.
My own husband had connected to the neighbor’s security camera and saved videos of himself with Wendy. When he wasn’t paying attention, I linked that camera feed to my own phone. From then on, I saw that they were together every night.
The way Martin looked at Wendy was so gentle, which was a look he had never given me. To others, he seemed kind and thoughtful. But I was the only one who knew his true coldness. After we both got married, he told me he didn’t want children and warned me never to bring it up.
When I became pregnant by accident, I begged Martin to let me keep the baby. But he forced me to have an abortion without hesitation. That pain stayed with me forever. After that day, my husband never allowed me to touch him again.
And now, he was caring for another woman’s child right in front of me.
“Miss Anderson, the court hearing is scheduled three days from now. I’ve prepared all the documents you requested,” my lawyer informed me.