I Trailed My Husband at 3 A.M.—And Witnessed the End of My Marriage

was ready.

Phone charged. Camera app open. Positioned by the window like a detective.

At 3:07, he slipped out. At 3:12, he crossed the street. At 3:15, Betty opened her door wearing a red slip.

I recorded it all. Seven nights. Seven videos.

Each timestamped. Each a nail in the coffin of our marriage. On the eighth night, I didn’t bother setting an alarm.continue reading …