“He is not who you think. Check your doorcam.”
The Truth Revealed
My stomach turned. I dropped the pizza and rushed to the doorcam tablet. My fingers shook as I searched the footage.
And then, I saw it: Jake opening the door to a woman. She laughed, handed him a drink. Another clip—different woman, same pattern. More footage—more visits.
The doorcam, meant for security, had captured betrayal.
Tears blurred my vision. Every clip cut deeper. Each bottle of wine, each laugh, each visit turned our shared space into a museum of lies.
Confronting Jake
That night, I waited at the kitchen table, replaying the footage. When Jake walked in, he smiled like nothing happened.
“Hi, Em. Miss you.”
I didn’t smile back. “We need to talk.”
He froze. “What’s wrong?”
I held up the tablet. “Care to explain this?”
He glanced at the screen. “Emily, you’re overreacting. Just pals.”
“Pals?” I snapped. “Every time I leave, it’s a different woman? Really?”
He rolled his eyes. “None of them matter. You’re paranoid.”
His denial stung. I stood my ground. “I’m done. This isn’t insecurity. This is betrayal. No one who disrespects me will marry me.”
A Moment of Honesty
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