My name is Lan, 32 years old, married for 7 years. My husband’s family lives in the same 3-story house. My mother-in-law – Mrs. Huong, is calculating the capital, checking, or rummaging through my husband’s cabinets with the excuse of “seeing if there are any missing furnishings/items.”
My name is Lan, 32 years old, married for 7 years. My husband’s family lives in the same 3-story house, and my mother-in-law – Mrs. Huong, is calculating the capital, checking, or rummaging through my husband’s cabinets with the excuse of “seeing if there are any missing furnishings/items.”
I didn’t trust her much, especially the day I found out that two gold rings given to me by my biological mother before I got married were missing. She smiled and said, “Why would there be a thief in this house?”
I grew suspicious, so I placed a micro-camera hidden behind a potted plant in the room, pointing it directly at the wardrobe – planning to monitor it for a few days to catch her in the act. I even activated the mode to send notifications when the camera detected movement. Three days later.
While working at the company, the phone kept vibrating: The camera detected movement in the room. I opened it and watched. Just as I thought: Mrs. Huong entered, looked around, and then began to open the cabinet and rummage through every compartment. “Go on, you’re caught now,” I whispered.
But less than 20 seconds later… The scene on the screen sent shivers down my spine.
IT WASN’T MY MOTHER-IN-LAW. IT WAS MY HUSBAND.
Mr. Dung – my husband – appeared from the doorway. He looked around and quietly closed the door. I thought he had come home in the middle of work, but what happened next made me want to vomit. He walked over next to his Mother and whispered something. She nodded, smiling. Then he opened my underwear drawer and took out a small red pouch—the bag where I kept my most private items. He opened his stomach. Not gold. Instead… Debit papers. Papers I had never seen in my life. Ms. Huong spoke loudly, so clearly that the camera caught it: “Don’t worry, don’t let Lan know. The one she sends me monthly, remember to take it early. I don’t know, it’s easy to invite.”
I felt like my heart was squeezing. Taking the money I send my mother-in-law? Hiding debit notes in my closet? But why? Before I could even concentrate, the camera captured the scene that made me dizzy: MY HUSBAND KNEELING. LIKE A DEBTOR BEGGING FOR HELP. He said, his voice trembling: “Mom… I beg you not to tell her. This matter has been closed for ten years. Let her know that my life is over.” Ms. Huong held his arms: “If you want me to be silent, let me keep her ATM card every month. Lan loves you like a cigarette, she won’t dare doubt you.” Dung nodded like a thankful person. I was dumbfounded. Ten years? Did you say ten years? But the worst was yet to come.
THE MOST DISGUSTING TRUTH
Dung stood up, looked around my room like a thief, and opened a box I had never seen. Inside were a series of secret selections:
Mortgage for another woman
Hospital bills for an 8-year-old child
Extra tuition fees
A birth certificate… The camera zoomed in enough for me to clearly see the text: The choice of the fans: Dung (my husband). I almost dropped my phone. Mrs. Huong held his hands and said the final sentence: “Just keep the Orchid. Let her feed you and raise the other one. You are stupid, but it is even stupider. “ I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash the phone. But I just sat motionless—tears flowing down my hands. At the end of the video, my husband gave my mother a bundle of money I had never seen. But what shocked me was my wedding ring on my mother-in-law’s hand. She sneered: “It will be discovered soon. Worried about clearing the way. I’m keeping the ring so that when I need it, I can take it somewhere else.” My husband replied: “Yes… Preparing for divorce is correct. She encouraged it.”
I was dumbfounded. Ten years of togetherness. I raised his stepchild with someone else. My mother-in-law robbed me. I was cuckolded by my husband, robbed of my wedding ring, ready to kick me out of the house… And all of this — thanks to the hidden camera that caught my mother-in-law stealing gold — I witnessed the most disgusting truth of my life.