I was appalled to see what my husband was doing with our daughter while I was away, even though he was unaware that there was a camera in the room.

My hubby has been acting strangely lately. He grew aloof, agitated, and hardly talked to me. I was particularly concerned when he began to avoid our two-year-old daughter and arrived home late with flimsy reasons. 

He could now pass her without even glancing at her, although before he loved her.

However, there was a perplexing element. He was adamant about staying with our daughter every weekend when I had to leave for work. “Don’t worry, don’t call mom, don’t disturb the family,” he continued. Everything will work out. I’ll look after her. Even though it seemed like he didn’t want to see her at all during the week, he nearly pleaded with her to stay. That sounded suspicious.

My daughter was a completely different person after those weekends. She didn’t want to eat, play, or cry a lot. Above all, she declined to visit her father. She crouched behind me, curled up, and turned her face away. I sensed her fear. However, why?

I tried to tell myself it was a phase, a two-year-old crisis, for a month. Until I made the decision to take action. I put in a covert camera in her room before I left for work. Despite my fear, I had to know the truth.

I was devastated when I saw the video that evening. Everything appeared to be peaceful at first: my husband was occupied on his phone, and my daughter was playing on the floor. But then I noticed a terrible thing…😨😱

The door was then knocked on. When my husband opened the door, a woman entered. Young, well-dressed, smiling with assurance. My daughter fell silent at once. “Go to your room,” he said, before locking the door.

I could hear my daughter’s frantic cries throughout the course of the following hour on the video: “Mom! “Mom!” She called me, knocked on the door, and sobbed.

In the meantime, my husband and his mistress spent time in our bedroom laughing and drinking wine. When our family lived in the house. Their own daughter, frightened, was by herself behind the secured door.

The anguish and pain I was experiencing at the time are beyond words. Tears fell on their own. I felt empty, duped, and misled.

Seeing my young daughter used as a front for his extramarital escapades, however, was what devastated me the most.

I filed for child support and divorce the following day. After gathering my belongings and holding my daughter’s hand, I departed. No mother or wife should ever witness her child in this state—alone, damaged, and afraid.

We are worthy of better. And I’ll demonstrate it for both her and myself.