I noticed that objects were disappearing in my sick mother's house, so I installed hidden cameras and what I saw shocked me.

I grabbed the cameras and started setting them in the living room and in the mom's bedroom.

When I was finished, I noticed a pile of new medical bills on the kitchen counter. I flipped them and I felt a ball in my throat. The amounts were huge.

"Nancy. I called. "Do you know anything about these bills?" They weren't there before. ”

Nancy approached and glanced at the papers. "Oh, they come every month. Jane usually pays them. ”

His words left me stunned. I was beginning to think that all of this was a kind of farce.

A few days later, Mom called me from her room, with anguished voice. "My gold ring is gone," she told me.

I felt my stomach twisting. It was time to check the security cameras. I hadn't told anyone, not even to mom, so whoever took things wouldn't hide.

I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop and looked at the pictures. My heart got excited while I was scrolling through the recording hours.

Then I saw Jane. She was in Mom's room, standing near the chest of drawers. I came close, sure I saw her.

She opened the jewelry box and looked inside. My anger has ignited. But she closed the box and walked away without taking anything.

The relief turned into fear when the next video went. A few hours later, Kaden appeared.

I watched it, stunned, head to the jewel box, take mom's gold ring and slip it into her pocket before you leave.

I froze, unable to understand what I was seeing. I had spent weeks blaming Jane, to find out that I was wrong from the beginning. My husband – my partner – was the thief.

I took the video and went home, with a boiling mind. When I arrived, Kaden was putting on his coat, ready to leave. I took a step in front of him, blocking the door.

"I know everything," I said, with a trembling voice.

He looked confused. "What are you talking about?" ”

"I know you stole my mother," I said, wearing the USB stick.