My name is Lan, 32 years old, married for 7 years. My husband’s house lives in the same 3-storey house, my mother-in-law — Mrs. Huong, calculates the capital, scrutinizes, or rummages through my husband and wife’s cabinets with the excuse of “seeing if there is any lack of furniture”.
I don’t trust her very much, especially since the day I found out that I lost the two gold rings my biological mother gave me before I got married. When asked, she smiled and said:
“Why is there a thief in this house?”
I was suspicious, so I placed a micro-camera hidden behind a potted plant in the room, pointing it directly at the closet — intending to monitor it for a few days to catch it on the spot.
I even turned on the mode of sending notifications when the camera detects motion.
Three days later.
While working at the company, the phone vibrates continuously: The camera detects movement in the room.
I opened it and looked.
Just as I thought:
Mrs. Huong walked in, rolled her eyes, and then began to open the cabinet and rummage through each compartment.
“Good, catch it,” I muttered.
But less than 20 seconds later…
The scene on the screen sent chills down my spine.
**NOT MY MOTHER-IN-LAW.
IT’S MY HUSBAND.**
Mr. Dung — my husband — appeared from the door. He looked around and then quietly locked the door.
I thought he came home in the middle of work, but the next thing that happened made me want to vomit.
He walked over to my mother’s side, whispering something. She nodded, smirking.
Then he opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a small red bag—the bag I held the most private things.
He opened his stomach.
Not gold.
Rather… debit papers.
Papers that I had never seen in my life.
Ms. Huong spoke loudly, so clearly that the camera caught it:
“Hold it carefully, don’t let Lan know. The one he sends me every month, remember to take half of it in advance. This one is stupid, it’s easy to invite.”
I felt like someone had squeezed my heart.
Take the money I sent to my mother-in-law?
Hiding debit notes in my closet?
But why?
Before I had time to concentrate, the camera recorded the scene that made me nauseous:
**MY HUSBAND KNELT DOWN.
LIKE A DEBTOR ASKING FOR HELP.**
He said, his voice trembling:
“Mother… I beg you not to tell him. This matter has been closed for ten years. Let him know that my life is over.”
Ms. Huong crossed her arms:
“If you want me to shut up, let me keep his ATM card every month. Lan loves you like a cigarette, he doesn’t dare to doubt it.”
Dung nodded his head like a grateful person.
I was stunned.
Ten years?
You say ten years?
But worse is still behind.
THE MOST DISGUSTING TRUTH
Dung stood up, looked around my room like a thief, and opened a box I’d never seen before.
Inside are a series of secret invoices:
Mortgage for another woman
Hospital bills for an 8-year-old child
Extra tuition
And a birth certificate…
The zoom camera is close enough for me to see the text clearly:
Father’s name: Dung (my husband).
I almost dropped my phone.
Mrs. Huong folded her hands and said the final sentence:
“Just hide the Orchid. Let her feed you and raise the other one. You’re stupid, but it’s more stupid.”
I want to scream.
Want to smash the phone.
But I just sat motionless—tears running down my hands.
At the end of the video, my husband gives my mother a bundle of money that I have never seen him have. But what made me dumbfounded was my wedding ring in my mother-in-law’s hand.
She sneered:
“It’s about to be discovered. Worried about clearing the way. I keep the ring so that when I need it, I can carry it elsewhere.”
My husband replied:
“Yes… Preparing for a divorce is just right. She (mistress) urged it.”
I was dumbfounded.
Ten years of marriage.
I raised his stepchild with someone else.
I was extorted by my mother-in-law.
I was cuckolded by my husband, robbed of my wedding ring, prepared to kick me out of the house…
And all of them —
thanks to the hidden camera that caught my mother-in-law stealing gold —
I witnessed the most disgusting truth of my life.