My hubby and I hired a babysitter for our two kids as we’re always slammed with work. Everything’s been fine until yesterday… I walk in at 6 p.m., and there she is with her hair all wet! She says she had to shower because my kid spilled milk on her.
But here’s where it gets totally weird — my husband, who’s supposed to be at work then, is right there at home!
My gut tells me something is totally wrong. So, the next day, I dug out this old nanny cam we had and secretly set it up in the living room before I headed to work.
Not even an hour later, I checked the cam to see MY HUSBAND, who’d left for work, sneaking in the door. But the scene I saw next was not at all what I was afraid to see.
He wasn’t touching her.
He wasn’t even talking to her.
He walked straight past the babysitter, who was sitting on the couch texting, and went into the kitchen. He looked like he was searching for something, opening and shutting drawers, moving too quickly, like he was anxious. Then he pulled out a manila envelope from behind the fridge, stuffed something into his backpack, and left.
I was so confused.
My heart was racing, but not for the reasons I thought it would be.
So that night, after he got home, I asked him casually how his day was. He said, “Meetings, nonstop.” I didn’t mention the camera. Not yet.
I just nodded and smiled and pretended everything was fine.
But now my curiosity was on fire.
The next morning, I pretended to leave for work again, but instead, I drove around the block, parked, and watched. Sure enough, at 9:12 a.m., he came back. Same routine.
This time I caught it on the nanny cam from a better angle. He was putting cash — like a lot of it — into the envelope. Hundreds, rubber-banded together.
Then back into the hiding spot.
That night I waited until the kids were asleep and said, “Hey, can I ask you something weird? Why do you come home in the mornings?”
He froze. That was all the confirmation I needed.
His face drained, and he just muttered, “It’s not what you think.”
I said, “Then tell me what it is.”
That’s when he sat down and finally told me the truth.
He’d taken out a loan last year from a guy he used to know in college — not a bank, not even a legit lender. He’d kept it from me because he was ashamed. He said he thought he could flip some cars and pay it back fast.
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