Sabrina thought her 12-year marriage to Mark was perfect until an email from his secretary revealed a shocking secret.
Hidden camera footage exposing a double life… Fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, Sabrina devises a plan to make Mark face the truth and pay for his lies.
I’ve been married to Mark for 12 years, and until last week, I thought we had a perfect life. We don’t have kids yet, but I figured we were just focusing on our careers and would start a family when the time was right.
He’s hardworking, successful, and charming, the kind of man who makes everything effortless. Perfect, right?
But perfection is a fragile thing.
And last week, it shattered.
It started with an email.
The sender was Emma, Mark’s secretary.
We’d met a few times at office parties, and she always seemed polite and professional. When I saw her name in my inbox, I didn’t think much about it.
“She’s probably reminding me about some office brunch or something,” I muttered as the email opened.
But then I read the subject line:
You need to see this.
My heart dropped into my stomach. The email itself was short, almost apologetic:
“Sabrina, I’ve debated whether to send this for months.
Mark’s a good boss, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore. You deserve to know the truth.”
There was a video file attached.
I hesitated.
What could she possibly have to show me? A work issue?
A personal confession? A recording of Mark doing something stupid at a holiday party?
“Don’t jump to conclusions, ‘Brina,” I told myself, but my hands were shaking as I clicked play.
The video was grainy, the kind of security footage you’d expect from an office. The timestamp showed it was a Sunday, a day when Mark was never supposed to be there.
At first, nothing seemed unusual.
The camera caught him walking into his office, dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt.
But then, two small figures appeared in the frame.
A little boy and a little girl.
I froze, my jaw open.
The children looked about four and six. Their faces lit up as they followed him inside the office, and when he sat on the couch, he opened his arms to them.
He hugged them like he’d missed them all week. Then he pulled out toys and snacks from his bag, chatting with them and laughing in a way that felt heartbreakingly familiar.
But these weren’t just random kids.
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
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