“Stage four cancer… just weeks to live…” These words shattered me. My husband, Eric, wasn’t just sick; he was dying—or so I believed. Days blurred as I stayed by his side in the hospital, crying over the thought of losing him. Then a nurse whispered, “Set up a camera in his ward. He’s not dying.” Her words haunted me, and despite guilt, I planted a tiny camera in his room.
The footage revealed betrayal. A woman visited Eric, and their intimacy was undeniable. Worse, their conversation exposed a plan to fake his death and claim insurance money. “This was too easy,” Eric laughed, mocking my concern. He’d even bribed Dr. Matthews for the false diagnosis.
I confronted him publicly, playing the recording in front of family and friends. The betrayal broke everyone’s hearts. Police arrested Eric, his mistress, and Dr. Matthews. Free from lies, I filed for divorce, grateful to the nurse who saved me from a different grief.
