Part 1Condoms Frequently Stolen From The Drawer, My Widow Mother-in-Law Experiences Morning Sickness—Surveillance Video Was Eye-Opening

The new pack of rubbers had been stolen again and again.

Furious, I poked holes in every packet, determined to make that sneaky thief pay.

Little did I know that just over a month later, my long-widowed mother-in-law started suffering from constant morning sickness.

I began to suspect my husband, Andrew, was cheating on me.

One morning, as I was tidying the bedside drawer, I noticed that several of the rubbers I bought during the last sale were missing.

But Andrew and I hadn’t been intimate for weeks. I suddenly remembered that the bed linens had been changed more than once recently.

I was shaking with anger, gripping the box in my hand. How dare he bring someone into our home!

"Emily, why didn’t you separate the laundry? My white shirt’s been ruined—look at it!" Andrew’s voice came from the hallway.

Still fuming, I yelled, "From now on, do your own laundry! I’m done."

"What’s wrong with you?" he muttered irritably. "Your temper’s getting worse every day."

Then Margaret, my mother-in-law, heard us and began wailing from the living room, “Oh, what have I done to deserve this? A daughter-in-law like you!”

Storming out of the bedroom, I pointed at Andrew, standing uselessly on the balcony, and shouted, "You sit at home all day doing nothing, and you’ve got the nerve to complain?"

"Who doesn’t have the wife doing housework? A man’s job is to earn money!" Margaret slammed the door behind her as she entered, glaring at me. "You can’t even manage the washing properly. Useless! I don’t know what Andrew saw in a woman like you."

Her sharp words only made my blood boil more. When Andrew and I got married, my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, felt sorry for Margaret, raising him all on her own, so they didn’t ask for anything. In fact, they even provided a house as a wedding gift.

We had agreed I wouldn’t live with her, but Andrew insisted, saying she was too old to live alone in Derbyshire Village, and brought her to live with us shortly after the wedding.

I had endured her endless criticism and meddling for Andrew’s sake, but I was done with it now.

"My salary’s three times his, and the house you’re living in? It’s mine. What right do you have to insult me?"

Andrew rushed over to comfort his mum and then glared at me. "Emily, apologise to Mum."

I looked down at the two of them on the floor, feeling more disgusted than I ever had. "Apologise? For what? This house, the car—what’s here that you’ve actually contributed to?"

Andrew gritted his teeth and then, with a sickly sweet tone, approached me. "Honey, I know you do more, but Mum’s old now. Can’t you just be a bit more patient?"

Margaret sat on the floor, smug, clearly expecting me to apologise.

I scoffed, muttered a firm "No chance," and slammed the door behind me as I left.

That same day, I ordered a small camera online. If Andrew was cheating, I was going to catch him in the act and make sure he left with nothing.

That day, I had just arrived at the office when my phone alerted me that someone was in the camera’s range.

I scoffed, opened the monitoring app, and prepared to catch Andrew in the act.

But to my shock, the screen showed my mother-in-law, Margaret, tangled up in bed with Colin Harris, Sophie’s father-in-law!