I Thought I Was Losing My Mind… Until I Checked the Hidden Camera (2 of 3)

It was my mother-in-law, Judith.

I watched, stunned, as she moved from the kitchen into our bedroom. Our bedroom. She rifled through drawers. She held up one of my favorite dresses. She lingered at my vanity. When she opened my underwear drawer, I felt sick.

That night, I waited. I didn’t say a word to Mark. The next morning, as Judith strolled through the door with a Tupperware of “leftover stew,” I met her at the hallway.

“Find what you were looking for?” I asked.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I saw the footage. I know it was you.”

Her face hardened. “I was just checking in. You know, making sure things were in order. Mark said I could use the key if there was an emergency.”

My stomach twisted. “An emergency? Was my caviar an emergency?”

She laughed, like I was being ridiculous. That laugh pushed me over the edge. I told her the locks were changed, and if she tried to come in again uninvited, I’d call the police.

Mark denied giving her the key at first. Then admitted he had—years ago, before we got married. He hadn’t thought to mention it because “she never used it.”

Apparently, she had.