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I Noticed My Wife Spending More And More Time At Our Cabin, So I Installed A Hidden Camera To Find… I noticed my wife, Victoria, spending more and more time at our secluded cabin, citing "magazine work" and a need for creative space. Though I tried to be the trusting husband, the little changes—the new perfume, the secretive phone calls, the black Audi parked next to her car—started a cold dread in my gut. I wasn't a jealous man, but the pieces of her story didn't fit. To confront my suspicion with undeniable proof, I installed a small, motion-activated camera behind a bookshelf. The footage that streamed to my phone confirmed my worst fears: Victoria was not alone. The person with her was not a stranger, but my best friend since high school, Ben Carrington—the man who was my best man and, more recently, my business partner to whom I'd entrusted half of my life savings for a joint venture. The kiss I witnessed was deep, familiar, and hungry, signaling a routine that had been going on for months. This wasn't just adultery; it was a carefully constructed deception involving two people I trusted most. The raw footage revealed a betrayal that cut deeper than the physical affair. Victoria and Ben laughed about my predictability and my "small-town" ambitions, openly planning to use my investment and then cut me out of the new business completely. They mocked the years I’d spent building my life and my savings. Instead of breaking down, the devastating truth brought a cold, sharp clarity. With the help of a ruthless former attorney, I meticulously compiled evidence of their affair, Ben's business fraud (using a corporate brand name without authorization), and Victoria's attempts to drain our business account. I played the role of the oblivious husband until my trap was ready, systematically dismantling Ben's reputation with his suppliers and filing a clean, legally sound plan for a devastating divorce. The final confrontation at the cabin—where I forced both of them to sign papers under the threat of fraud charges and public exposure—was not about anger, but about refusing to be a victim. I took back control, ensuring they paid for their theft and treachery, leaving them with destroyed reputations and nothing of what they conspired to take.