Every night, without fail, after dinner, Daniela—my new daughter-in-law—would go into the bathroom and stay there for over an hour. The sound of running water was constant, and a strange scent—a perfume I didn’t recognize—faintly drifted under the door. At first, I just found it odd.
Then it bothered me. And finally… I got suspicious.
Daniela had been married to my son for a little less than three months. She worked as an office assistant—polite, kind, and always soft-spoken.
My son, Leonardo, was a civil engineer and frequently traveled to construction sites in other states. Sometimes he’d go a whole week without returning home. At first, I was very happy with her.
She cooked well, got up early to clean, and always left for work on time. But something started to bother me: every night, Daniela spent an unusually long time in the bathroom. It wasn’t 30 minutes—often an hour or more.
I thought maybe she was being too thorough. Young women take care of themselves. But over time, I began to notice strange things.
When she came out, her hair was wet, but there was no steam in the bathroom. Her clothes always looked freshly folded, as if they had been done before. And the strangest thing: her perfume.
It wasn’t the soft floral scent she wore during the day. It was a stronger one… with a masculine touch. That’s when I, Doña Carmen, her mother-in-law, began to get seriously suspicious.
From that night on, I began to watch her closely. I noted the time she came in—almost always at 8 p.m. I would check again at 9 a.m., sometimes at 9:30 a.m.
She was still inside. She never locked her room, only the bathroom from the inside. One night, while cleaning the living room, I noticed a wet wipe in the trash can.
It wasn’t the brand we used. I took it out of curiosity—it was for men’s use, with a strong minty scent. That’s when a bad feeling came over me.
“Is there a man entering the house? Or… does he already live here?”
I didn’t tell anyone. Leonardo was away on a project in Monterrey.
I didn’t trust the neighbors. So I decided to act alone. I installed a small hidden camera in a flowerpot in front of the bathroom, just to see what Daniela was doing in there.
The next night, when she came in, I opened the feed on my cell phone. But curiously, the image went blank for almost 40 minutes. Night vision was still active, but it only showed faint shadows.
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