My MIL Insisted on Babysitting My Daughter Every Wednesday While I Was at Work — I Installed a Hidden Camera After My Daughter Started Behaving Strangely

I nearly dropped my phone onto the office tiles.

Then I heard it, the subtle ring of the doorbell.

Cheryl stood, smoothing her clothes as she walked to the door.

My hands clenched as she opened it. I didn’t know what I was about to see or who I was about to see. But I felt sick to my stomach. At least my wastepaper bin was right next to me if needed.

And then, I saw her.

The friend.

Jason’s ex-wife, Alexa, stepped inside my home. The woman Jason had left years ago. The woman I was told had moved to another state, claiming that she needed a fresh start with people she didn’t know.

And Beverly, my daughter, ran straight into her arms.

I don’t remember grabbing my keys. I don’t remember how I got into the car. All I know is one moment I was watching my world fall apart on the tiny screen, and the next, I was speeding home.

I threw the door open so hard that it banged against the wall.

There they all were. Cheryl, Jason’s ex-wife, and my daughter sitting together on the couch like some twisted little family reunion.

Alexa turned to me, startled.

“Oh. Hi, Martha,” she said. “I didn’t expect you home so soon.”

She said it casually, like she belonged here and I didn’t. Like I was the intruder to their little playdate.

“What the hell is she doing here?” I asked, my voice sounding sharper than I intended.

Beverly looked up, confused.

“Mommy, why are you ruining the union?” she asked innocently.

Union? Reunion? I didn’t understand.

Cheryl let out a sigh, sitting back like this was all so tiresome for her.

“You always were a bit slow on the uptake, Martha,” she said smoothly.

The conversation that followed shattered everything.