I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who installs hidden cameras on her own property. But when my husband’s frequent “business trips” started feeling suspicious—and an old neighbor mentioned seeing a stranger at my inherited lake house—I trusted my gut.Luke and I had what looked like the perfect marriage. For seven years, we moved in sync, supporting careers and dreaming of kids “someday.” I was too,
busy with my work as a senior editor to notice how convenient my distraction was for him.When Mr. Jensen, my grandma’s old neighbor, called to say he saw a tall man unlocking my lake house—one Luke never had a key to—I knew something was off. Luke claimed he was in Philadelphia that weekend.The next time he left on a trip, I drove to the lake house. What I found there shattered me: lipstick on a wine glass, blonde hair in the drain, and takeout for two. I didn’t confront him. I installed hidden cameras,