Three years after my husband Charles’ tragic death, I found love again with Jacob. He was kind, patient, and adored my six-year-old daughter, Maggie. I thought we were healing.
Then, one night, Maggie whispered, “New-Dad asked me to keep a secret. He was in the basement with a lady in a red dress.”
Panic gripped me. Jacob claimed she was an interior designer, surprising me with a basement makeover. It looked perfect—but something felt off.
Digging through his old photos, I found her: the same woman, smiling in his arms years before. I installed hidden cameras and pretended to leave town. The footage confirmed my worst fear—Jacob and the woman in red were together.