That night, after Michael went to shower, I ordered discreet cameras and installed them with shaking hands—one in the living room, one near the dining area, and one in the hallway leading to Olivia’s nursery.

The next day at work, I locked myself in a small conference room during lunch and opened the live feed.

At first, everything looked normal.

Margaret fed Olivia gently. Olivia seemed calm.

Then the front door opened earlier than it should have.

Michael walked in—despite telling me he’d be in meetings all afternoon.

Margaret’s posture stiffened.

Michael smiled… but it didn’t reach his eyes.

And as he reached for Olivia, I leaned closer to my screen—

because I knew I was about to see the truth.