Three years after Charles’ tragic death, Hillary thought she’d found love again with Jacob. “Go be happy,” she imagined her late husband saying. So, she did. She let Jacob in, believing he was the missing piece for her and her six-year-old daughter, Maggie.

One night, Maggie hesitated before whispering, “New-Dad asked me to keep a secret. Is that okay?” She revealed that she had seen Jacob with a “pretty lady in a red dress” coming from the basement. Hillary’s stomach twisted. When confronted, Jacob brushed it off: “She’s an interior designer. I wanted to surprise you.” But something felt off.

Suspicious, Hillary installed hidden cameras. While away, an alert flashed: MOTION DETECTED. She watched as Jacob kissed the woman in red. Confronted, the woman scoffed, “He was only with you for your house and paycheck.” Betrayed, Hillary ordered them out.

The next day, she told Maggie, “You did the right thing, sweetheart.” And they moved forward, just the two of them