I found a folder on my husband’s laptop: “House cam.”
It had secretly recorded videos of me: asleep, showering… I panicked.
I confronted him, and he smirked, “That’s not the part you should worry about.”
He then opened a second folder. I froze when I saw my sister’s name on it.
My hands went numb. I could barely speak. He clicked the folder, and there were dozens of videos—some of her sitting on our couch, flipping through a magazine, others where she was in the guest room, brushing her hair, changing clothes.Read More Below
