Chapter 1
My son came home from school early and found his father kissing another woman in our living room—then he secretly started recording everything.
I was at work in Dallas when my thirteen-year-old son, Ethan, texted me.
“Mom, don’t call Dad.”
Before I could ask why, a video appeared.
My husband, Daniel, was standing in our living room with a woman I had never seen before.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Then she kissed him.
I stared at my phone, unable to breathe.
The camera shook slightly because Ethan was filming from behind the staircase.
The woman laughed and whispered, “I thought Sarah worked until six.”
Daniel smiled.
“She does. We have plenty of time.”
Hearing my own name made my stomach turn.
I immediately texted Ethan.
“Go to your room. Lock the door.”
He replied, “Wait. They’re talking about you.”
Another video arrived.
The woman was sitting on my couch while Daniel poured her a drink.
“When are you finally telling her?” she asked.
Daniel shook his head.
“I’m not telling her anything yet.”
She looked irritated.
“You said this would be over soon.”
Daniel lowered his voice.
“It will be after she signs the documents.”
I froze.
I had no idea what documents he meant.
Then the woman asked, “And she still doesn’t know about the account?”
Daniel laughed quietly.
“She doesn’t know about any of it.”
My hands started shaking so badly I nearly dropped my phone.
I called Ethan, but he rejected the call.
Seconds later he texted, “Dad is coming upstairs.”
I grabbed my purse and ran out of my office.
Then one final video appeared.
Daniel was standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring directly toward Ethan’s hiding place.
“Ethan?” he shouted.
The camera suddenly dropped toward the floor.
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Then my son sent me four words that made my blood run cold.
“Mom. Dad saw me.”
