At two in the morning, my neighbor kept calling me repeatedly, complaining, “There’s a lot of noise coming from your house every night.” I was confused and said, “But I’m not even at home.” I secretly installed a camera at the gate, and what I discovered was shocking…
At 2 a.m., my neighbor kept calling, complaining, “There’s a lot of noise coming from your house every night.” I replied, “But I’m not even at home.
The phone kept ringing that night. On the other end was my neighbor, Mrs. Kapoor, out of breath:
– “Neha, there’s constant noise, arguments, things breaking in your house every night. I can’t tolerate this anymore!”
I was stunned and quickly replied:
– “You’re mistaken. I’ve been on a business trip in Mumbai for the past week; I’m not even in Delhi…”
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before the call ended.
That night, I tossed and turned, an indescribable unease gripping me.
The next day, I quietly bought a small camera and hid it at the gate, pointing it toward both houses, telling myself, “If something’s happening, I need proof.”
From that day on, strangely, the neighbor stopped calling with complaints. Everything seemed suspiciously quiet. I grew more restless and kept checking the camera on my phone every midnight.
And then… what I saw left me speechless.
On the screen, my husband, Arjun, was sneaking into the neighbor’s house—not empty-handed, but carrying a small suitcase. The door of the neighboring house was slightly open, and the neighbor, Meera, welcomed him with a knowing smile.
I was frozen, my whole body trembling. But that wasn’t all… minutes later, a boy of about 5 or 6 ran up and hugged Arjun, shouting:
– “Papa’s back!”
I collapsed into a chair, my heart pounding.
Everything suddenly made sense: the neighbor’s complaining calls, the nights he said he was “working late” or “meeting friends,” the sudden silence after the camera was installed… it had all been a facade.
It turned out that not only was my husband unfaithful, but he had another family right next door—hidden in plain sight in our Delhi neighborhood—all while I remained completely unaware.
I sat still in front of my phone screen, my heart racing. The image of Arjun holding the child kept looping in my mind. The man I had trusted for seven years had built another life right next door.
That night, I neither cried nor shouted. I felt only emptiness and a chilling calm in my bones. But amidst the silence, a thought struck me: “If I raise a scene now, he’ll deny everything. And in the end, the only ones who’ll suffer most will be me and my son.”
I decided: I would remain silent, but I would not give up.
The next day, I prepared breakfast as usual, sending Arjun off to work with a faint smile. He had no idea that every moment captured by the gate camera was safely stored on my computer. Every step he took in Meera’s house was documented.
I began gathering further evidence: bank receipts, secret financial transactions with Arjun, unusual absences. I recorded every small detail. A close colleague, Priya, advised me:
“Neha, don’t act in anger too soon. Keep everything in your hands. When the time comes, you’ll have the proof to get justice.”
During those days, I started seeing my husband in a new light. Every false smile, every “I’m working late” excuse now appeared as shameless deceit. Yet I said nothing, knowing that the longer I stayed silent, the stronger I would become.
One night, when Arjun returned home, I asked softly:
“Do you have something to tell me?”
He froze for a moment, then quickly composed himself:
“No, everything’s fine. What are you thinking?”
I smiled lightly and nodded.
Yes, I thought, that’s exactly what I thought…
But inwardly, I whispered: “You will face the truth. But not the way you expect.”
I decided to wait for the right moment: when I had enough evidence, when I had secured a firm position for myself and my son, when Arjun would have no way to deny it.
For the first time in years, I felt a newfound consciousness. I was no longer the weak Neha who only knew how to trust and wait. I would become the Neha who writes her own destiny.