My Husband Took His Female Colleague to My Inherited Lake House for ‘Business Trips’ — But He Had No Idea I’d Already Installed Cameras

I never imagined I’d install hidden cameras in my own house. But when Luke’s “business trips” multiplied and my grandmother’s neighbor called to say a tall man had been using my lake place, my gut started screaming.

That cabin in northern Wisconsin is my sanctuary. Luke never had a key.

Yet when I drove up unannounced, the air smelled fresh. There was a wine glass with coral lipstick, a strange blanket on the couch, a blonde hair in the drain, and a dinner receipt for two — his favorites.

I needed proof.

I set cameras and waited.

A week later, my phone buzzed: motion at the front door. There he was, unlocking it. A slim blonde followed, laughing.

“Welcome back to paradise, babe,” he said.

I didn’t cry. I planned.

When he mentioned another trip, I smiled and suggested a romantic weekend at the lake instead. He panicked — but he came.

After lunch, I turned on the TV.

The footage rolled.

Him. Her. My living room.

He sputtered, then tried outrage. “You spied on me?”

I handed him the divorce papers.

“You lied. You stole my keys. You brought her here. Sign by Monday, or everyone sees.”

He left.

That evening, wrapped in my grandmother’s quilt, I watched the sun sink into the water and felt something stronger than heartbreak.

I felt my worth.