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The Key Fob - FULL EPS FULL DRAMA
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00:00Something was wrong with the key fob. I didn't know it yet. Not really. It would take another 48 hours,
00:07until my life actually fell apart, before I understood what this feeling was.
00:12Right now, it was just a quiet ache. A small, persistent sense that something was off.
00:18It hit me the second I stepped out of the elevator and saw Rosa standing outside my door, sweating, twisting
00:24her hands together.
00:25Mrs. Hayes, I'm so sorry. Dinner's gonna be late. I was stuck downstairs for 40 minutes. No one was at
00:31the front desk, and Mr. Hayes didn't answer his phone.
00:33I stopped short. One heel already off. Rosa, didn't Derek give you the spare keyfab? I gave it to him
00:38a month ago. It was for you.
00:39The keyfab? No, ma'am. Mr. Hayes never gave me anything.
00:42Never? Not once. This month, I've been sneaking in behind other residents or calling him to buzz me up. Today,
00:48he didn't answer.
00:49She looked confused. My stomach tightened. It was a subtle feeling. Like someone pressing a thumb into a bruise you
00:57forgot you had.
00:58Okay, don't worry about it. Go start dinner.
01:01She hurried off toward the kitchen, relieved. I stayed in the entryway of my 3,000 square foot upper west
01:06side penthouse and pulled out my phone.
01:08I bought this apartment when I was 26. Paid in full. The deed was in my name. Natalie Carter. Not
01:17Hayes.
01:18I kept my last name on every legal document because the first thing my father ever taught me was this.
01:23Always put your own name on the things you own. Our smart lock logged every entry. Fingerprint. Code. Key fob.
01:32Down to the second.
01:33Derek and I both used fingerprints. We never used the fob. I opened the app. Scrolled through the last 30.
01:4217 entries. My thumb stopped. I stared at the number until the screen did. 17 times. Someone had entered my
01:51home 17 times using a fob that was supposed to be in Rosa's hand.
01:55It wasn't Rosa. It wasn't me. And it wasn't Derek. I remembered handing it to him a month ago. Right
02:03here in this exact spot.
02:05That little blue fob in my hand. The new housekeeper starts tomorrow. Give her this so she can get in.
02:10He took it with that smile. That warm, easy, confident smile that made me fall for him at 20 and
02:17somehow hadn't changed in 8 years.
02:19Relax, babe. I'll take care of it.
02:21I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. My hand was steady. My face was calm.
02:28But somewhere deep in my chest, something had started to hum. Like a machine warming up. I didn't know what
02:35it was yet. I would.
02:37Derek got home at 7.30. He dropped his briefcase by the console. Loosened his tie. Kicked off his shoes.
02:45Every movement looked exactly like every other night for the last four years.
02:49Hey, babe. Brutal day.
02:51I was stretched across the couch with a magazine I hadn't read a single word of.
02:56Rosa was late today. She said she doesn't have the key fob.
02:59His hand froze on his tie. If I hadn't been watching for it, I would have missed it.
03:05Oh, yeah?
03:06He gave a dry little laugh and avoided my eyes.
03:09I gave it to you a month ago.
03:11Right, right. I've just been slammed lately. I probably tossed it in some drawer somewhere. You know how it is.
03:16He was already moving toward the kitchen, trying to put space between us, trying to end the conversation.
03:23I'll stop by the building management office tomorrow and get a replacement.
03:27No.
03:28It came out too loud, too sharp, like I'd stepped on his tail.
03:32He saw my face and instantly dialed it back, forcing a casual smile, giving me a light shrug.
03:38I mean, those things cost like a hundred bucks, right? I'll look for it this weekend. It's probably behind the
03:41night stain or something.
03:42A hundred dollars. My monthly co-op fees were $4,200, and he was panicking over a $100 key fob.
03:50You sure?
03:51Of course.
03:52He walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder. His palm was warm, familiar.
03:57Babe, you've been stressed lately. You're reading way too much into this. Don't worry. I've got it.
04:02I let him touch me. Pulling away now would tell him too much, and I wasn't ready to show my
04:07hand.
04:08Okay.
04:09I watched his shoulders loosen, like air leaving a tire. Then he turned and headed for the kitchen, already lighter,
04:16already convinced he'd gotten away with it.
04:18A man with nothing to hide would not panic because his wife mentioned replacing a key fob.
04:23I set the magazine down. My jaw was tight. My pulse was steady. And the machine inside my chest kept
04:30humming louder.
04:31I waited until 2 in the morning. Derek was dead asleep. His breathing filled the dark bedroom, slow and even.
04:39I reached for his phone on the nightstand. Passcode, 0714. My birthday. He'd never changed it.
04:46That tiny, cruel detail lodged between my ribs like a pin. His texts were clean. Call log, normal.
04:54Photo library. Standard. His social media accounts were locked behind a 3-day recovery setting.
05:01Everything had been wiped down. Neat. Controlled. Spotless.
05:06I opened Amazon and checked his orders. Protein powder. Phone charger. Running shoes.
05:14I was about to close the app when my thumb hit the edge of the screen and a menu popped
05:18up.
05:18I almost missed it. Archived orders. People always forget about that. They think deleting an order makes
05:26it disappear. They don't realize Amazon just tucks it away in a hidden folder and leaves it there like a
05:31landmine. One item. Eight days ago. A Tiffany T. smile pendant. 18 karat rose gold. $2400.
05:41Shipped to Darren's office in Murray Hill. Recipient, Megan Ellis.
05:46The air left my lungs like I've been punched. Megan Ellis. 22. She'd been at Derek's firm for three
05:53months as a junior assistant. Last month, I met her at a team dinner. She wore a white dress,
06:00had wide, glossy eyes, and a voice sweet as syrup. She offered me the shrimp with an eager,
06:06smile and told me I was even prettier than Derek said. Then she leaned over to refill his juice.
06:11Her eyes held as a second too long. I noticed. I noticed. But I told myself not to. Because that's
06:19what love does. It sands down the sharp edges. Until they fit a story you can live with. On the
06:24drive
06:25home that night, I brought her up. Casual. Light. Your new assistant is pretty. He didn't even turn
06:31his head. She's good. Still learning but sharp. Just needs the right guidance. Guidance. Apparently
06:39that included a $2400 Tiffany necklace hidden from his wife. I put the phone back where it was.
06:46Then I lay down and stared at the ceiling. My throat burned. My eyes burned. Every cell in my body
06:52wanted to shake him awake and ask. Who is she? What is she to you? What have you done? But
06:59I didn't.
07:00Because all I had was a missing key fob, 17 entry logs, and a hidden jewelry order. Circumstantial.
07:07And men like Derek could talk their way out of circumstantial. All it took was the right smile,
07:12the right tone, and one soft little... Babe, you're overthinking this.
07:16I needed more. I needed proof that couldn't be explained away. The kind that hit one nerve and
07:22brought a man down on the spot. I took a deep breath. Let it out slowly. Counted my heartbeat
07:28until it steadied. Part of me, the stupid, loyal girl I used to be, the one who first kissed him
07:34in
07:34Washington Square Park in my early 20s, was still screaming, you're wrong. This is nothing.
07:39He loves you. He's always loved you. Go back to sleep. I could feel that girl dying inside me,
07:46little by little. I'm sorry. I couldn't save her. The next night, Derek came out of the shower with
07:53a towel around his neck, hair still damp. I stood at the vanity, brush in hand, watching him through
07:59the mirror. Assistant at your office? Megan? How's she doing? In the mirror, his hand paused over the
08:06hairdryer, just for a second. Then it kicked on, hot air filling the room. Megan? His voice lifted over
08:14the noise. Convenient. She's great. Crushed it on the Henderson account. Total go-getter.
08:21Actually, I got her a little congratulatory gift. A necklace. A team souvenir. Good job. Keep it up.
08:28That sort of thing. He brought it up himself. Volunteered it. Smooth. Easy. Like he'd rehearsed it
08:35in the bathroom. A necklace? Nothing appropriate. Just a simple piece. You know, Gen Z kids. You have to
08:43give them something shiny or they tune you out. He walked over, wrapped his arms around my shoulders,
08:47and rested his chin on my head. You're not jealous, are you not? No. She works on my team. That's
08:54all.
08:55He kissed my cheek. Come to bed. He walked away. I set the brush down. His performance was flawless.
09:03Every pause. Every inflection. Precision built. But he didn't know something about me. Something
09:11almost nobody did. I don't trust words. I stopped trusting them when I was 12, after my grandfather's
09:18funeral. When my father pulled me aside and said... Natalie, listen to me. People say what they
09:24want you to hear. I've known Derek for 8 years, and tonight, in front of that mirror, all he did
09:30was perform. At 2 in the morning, I slipped out of bed barefoot. The apartment was pitch dark. City
09:36light spilled through the windows, laying silver bars across the floor. I moved through my own home
09:40like a ghost. Six months earlier, I'd installed a small security camera on the bookshelf. Back then,
09:46we had a cat, and I liked checking in on her during the day. Later, she went to live with
09:51my parents
09:51in Connecticut. The camera stayed where it was, unplugged, forgotten behind a row of hardcovers.
09:57Derek had forgotten it existed. I pulled over a small step stool, climbed up, and found the camera
10:03tucked behind East of Eden and a coffee table book on Italian architecture. It was coated in dust.
10:08I brushed it off. My hands were steady. Even though my heart was pounding so hard it felt loud enough
10:14to
10:14carry through the walls. I plugged it in. The red light blinked once, then came alive. I adjusted the
10:19angle. Full view of the living room. The front door. The hallway to the bedroom. No blind spots.
10:25I opened the app on my phone. The feed loaded in sharp green night vision. My couch. My coffee table.
10:32My front door. My home. Reduced to a surveillance feed. I climbed down, put the stool back, and slipped
10:40into bed. Derek was still asleep. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
10:46I let him. Lying there in the dark. In the arms of a man I wasn't sure I knew anymore,
10:51I made a promise
10:52to myself. If the camera caught nothing, I would delete the footage and never bring it up again.
10:57I'd book us a trip. I'd try harder. I'd tell myself it was stress, exhaustion. Maybe paranoia,
11:04but it was all just in my head. But if it caught something. My jaw locked so tight my teeth
11:10hurt.
11:10If it caught something, I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't scream. I would destroy him so completely he'd spend
11:16the rest of his life trying to figure out what exactly happened. Three days. Nothing happened.
11:22Day 1. Rosa mopped the floors. Derek watched ESPN. In bed by 11. Day 2. Empty apartment. Derek reheated
11:31leftovers. Scrolled his phone. Day 3. Same thing. Normal. By Friday afternoon, I was sitting in my office
11:39staring at the live feed of an empty living room. Feeling insane. Sunlight stretched across the
11:44leather couch. A speck of dust drifted through frame. The most dramatic thing that had happened
11:49in three days was Rosa knocking over his face. Maybe I really was losing it. I closed the app and
11:55forced myself back to work. Maybe this weekend I'd uninstall the camera and book two tickets to Turks
12:00and Caicos. Maybe I even owed Derek an apology for carrying my suspicion around like a loaded weapon.
12:05At 3.30, my assistant knocked on the door. Natalie, the Westfield deal hit a wall. They need
12:12you in Hartford tonight. It's a two-hour drive. Meeting's first thing tomorrow. Okay. I'm going home
12:18to grab a bag. I got back to the apartment a little after four. Pressed my thumb to the lock.
12:26The door
12:27opened. The shower was running. I froze, one foot in the entryway. One still in the hall. Steam drifted out
12:35of
12:35the bathroom in hot waves. The air smelled like body wash. My body wash. Lou Labo Santal. It was
12:424 on a Friday afternoon. Derek had told me that morning he'd be in meetings until 6. My heart rate
12:48instantly shot from 60 to 100. The water shut off. The bathroom door swung open. Derek stepped out in a
12:55towel. Hair dripping. Skin flushed from the heat. He saw me and went completely still. And for one naked
13:01second. I saw it on his face. Real fear. Not inconvenience. Not surprise. The kind that hits
13:09when you realize you've been caught in the center of something. Not near the edge of it. His eyes
13:14widened. His mouth parted. Every muscle locked. Then the mask dropped. He smiled. Warm. Concerned. Perfect.
13:22Nat. You're home early.
13:24Work trip. Hartford. I need clothes. My voice sounded normal. I still don't know how. I thought
13:32your meetings went till 6. They got moved up. Wrapped early. Came home to relax. He was already
13:38opening his arms. Coming toward me. You should have called. I would have picked you up. I'm fine. I walked
13:45past him into the bathroom. He didn't follow. But I could feel his stare burning into the back of my
13:51neck.
13:51The room felt like a sauna. The mirror was fogged over. Every surface shimmered with condensation.
13:58I scanned the counter. His razor. My skin care. Everything arranged exactly where it should be.
14:05Then I saw the body cream. La Mer. $300. I'd bought it two weeks ago. I used it the way
14:12people use
14:12something that costs $300 with restraint, with reverence, a fingertip at a time. I picked it up.
14:19My stomach dropped. It was almost weightless. It should have been three quarters full. Instead,
14:25it was nearly empty. I held it up to the light, tilting it. A thin smear clung to the bottom.
14:32That was it. Two weeks. $300. Gone. Derek didn't use body cream. In eight years, he never had.
14:41Someone had been in my bathroom. Not passing through. Not as a guest. Someone comfortable enough to stand
14:47there and use my $300 cream like it was drugstore lotion in a gym locker room. My hands started
14:53shaking. I set the jar down, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water onto my face.
14:58I watched it spiral down the drain and breathed. Again. Again. Again. Until the shaking stopped.
15:06I dried my face. I walked out. I packed in under three minutes. Kissed Derek on the cheek. Let him
15:13wheel my
15:13suitcase to the elevator. Let him press the button, tell me to drive safe, and wave as the door slid
15:18shut. The second they closed, I collapsed against the metal wall. My reflection stared back at me in
15:24the brushed steel doors. A woman with red eyes and a jaw tight enough to crack stone. The key fob,
15:29the necklace, the four o'clock shower, the empty jar. This wasn't suspicion anymore. By nine, I was in
15:36Hartford. I didn't unpack. I didn't turn on the lights. I sat on the hotel bed in my coat and
15:42opened
15:43the camera out with shaking hands. The feed loaded. Derek stretched out on the couch. Sweaty. Phone in
15:49hand. Scrolling endlessly. Laughing at something on his screen. A man with nothing on his conscience and
15:56nowhere else he needed to be. I watched for 10 minutes. 15 minutes. My eyes burned. My body was
16:03exhausted. But my brain wouldn't stop. I was just about to close the app. Just about to tell myself
16:09again that I was out of my mind. Then the speaker on my phone caught a sound. Beep. The electronic
16:15chirp of the front door unlocked. 10 47 PM. My heart stopped. I felt it, one hard, useless beat inside
16:22my
16:23chest. I felt my life split cleanly in two at that exact moment. Derek on the screen heard it too.
16:29But he
16:29didn't flinch. He didn't jump up. He didn't grab a weapon. Didn't call the police. And didn't do any
16:35of the things a man does when a stranger opens his front door at almost 11 at night. He sprang
16:39off the couch like he'd been waiting for that sound all evening. His expression changed. The
16:44boredom vanished instantly. Replaced by an emotion I knew well that hadn't seen directly
16:48me in a long time. Want. Hunger. Joy. He practically ran into the foyer. The door opened. A girl walked
16:56in. Young. Early 20s. Wearing a white bodycon dress. Stiletto heels. She tossed a small blue
17:04object onto the entry table without even looking. The key fob. My key fob. She tossed it down casually.
17:12Like she'd done it a hundred times before. She bent down and picked up a pair of pale pink silk
17:16slippers by the door. My slippers. The pair Derek had given me for my birthday last year. She threw her
17:22arms open. Crossed the last three steps. And launched herself into Derek's arms. Baby. I missed
17:28you. I knew that voice. I'd heard that same voice tell me. You're even prettier than Derek said.
17:34Offering me shrimp. Wearing a sugar sweet smile. Megan Ellis. Derek caught her. Lifted her up.
17:41And kissed her neck. Jesus. You took forever. I was dying over here. I had to get ready. Besides,
17:48your wife's gone for the week. We've got plenty of time. Relax. Derek laughed. He scooped her up.
17:56Carried her through the living room. Into the primary bedroom. My bedroom door slammed shut. The
18:01screen showed an empty living room. Her heels abandoned on the floor. The blue key fob glinting
18:07under the lights. I stared at it until my vision blurred. Hot tears welling up like a spring.
18:12Burning down my cheeks. My thumb found Derek's contact and hovered over the call button. Every nerve in my
18:17body screamed at me to dial. To make him hear me breaking. To force him to explain. Beg. Lie.
18:23Do something. Anything. Because the silence was crushing me. My finger trembled over the screen.
18:28No. I closed my eyes. And I pressed the phone to my forehead. I let myself cry. I let out
18:33ugly,
18:34broken sobs. Burying my mouth in the hotel pillow so no one next door would hear. I gave myself five
18:39minutes. Five minutes to be the girl who loved him. Then I stopped. I wiped my face. Blew my nose.
18:46I sat up straight. If I called now. He'd know I was watching him. He'd destroy the evidence. He'd
18:53build a flawless lie before sunrise. And I'd be left looking like the paranoid wife who destroyed
18:57herself over a misunderstanding. No. I was going to document every second. Every visit. Every word.
19:05They were sleeping in my bed. Under my sheets. Using my things. Laughing at me every single night.
19:10When I had gathered enough evidence. I would walk into a room packed with every person he had ever
19:15tried to impress and project these videos onto a screen the size of a wall. He wouldn't suspect a
19:20thing. He would walk out of my life with absolutely nothing. I opened the app. I hit record. I worked
19:27until dawn. I didn't go back to the apartment. The next morning, I called Derek and told him the
19:32Hartford deal was more complicated than expected. It could take a week. He sounded pleased. Take your
19:38time baby. I'll hold down the fort. That night, I sat in my hotel room with every light off.
19:43The security feed glowing on my phone screen. Room service sat untouched on the table.
19:48I couldn't eat. My stomach was clenched so tight it wouldn't let anything in. At 9.38 PM,
19:54the front door unlocked. She walked in like she lived there. She kicked off her heels and slipped
19:59into my slippers. Moved quietly into the kitchen. Opened my fridge. Pulled out a bottle of sans
20:05air I'd been saving for Friday night. With my husband. She poured herself a glass. Derek came up behind
20:11her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and buried his face in her neck. She laughed and pushed his
20:16hand away. Let me have one sip first. You can drink later. Unbelievable. She took a long sip,
20:23set the glass down, and turned in his arms. I want to try on more of her clothes tonight.
20:29That Valentino in the back of the closet. The black one. Go ahead. She has amazing taste.
20:35Megan pulled open my walk-in closet like she was browsing a boutique. Her fingers moved across my
20:41clothes, pausing on fabrics, checking labels. Too bad her personality doesn't match. Does she
20:47seriously do nothing but work and sleep? Is that it? Derek dropped onto my bed. My bed. The $2,000
20:55mattress I bought because of my back. He stretched out, hands behind his head, and watched Megan undress.
21:02Natalie's basically a machine. She knows how to make money. That's her function.
21:08Everything else, nothing. No warmth, no fun, no spontaneity. Living with her is like living with
21:14a really efficient appliance. My throat closed. Nausea rolled through me. I watched Megan try on
21:21three of my dresses. She modeled each one, turned, posed, asked Derek what he thought. He gave lazy
21:27little opinions like a man flipping through a catalog. My hands were shaking so badly the
21:31image shook with them, so I propped my phone against a pillow, locked both hands between my
21:35knees, and watched them disappear into the bedroom together while the living room went dark and silent.
21:40By the second night, something deep inside me had cracked. Megan was stretched across my couch with
21:45her head in Derek's lap. Eating strawberries out of the ceramic bowl my mother gave us as a wedding
21:50gift, the one with the hand-painted blue rim. She'd flown it in from Ohio wrapped in layers of bubble
21:55wrap
21:55because she'd been terrified it would break. You think she suspects anything? Not a chance.
22:00Natalie's sharp in business, but when it comes to me, she doesn't question me. That's the beauty of
22:04it. I've played the perfect husband for eight years. You could knock on her door and introduce yourself,
22:09and she still wouldn't believe I was cheating. What if she finds out? She won't. And worst case
22:16scenario, I walk away with half the apartment. That place is worth four million now. Two million to end a
22:23marriage? I'd sign those papers with a smile. Megan rolled over and looked up at him. And then
22:29what? You and me, we get a place in Tribita, rooftop, full service building. This time my name goes on
22:36the deed. Your name goes on everything. She hooked a finger in his collar, pulled him down, and kissed
22:43him. I watched all of it from a hotel room two hours away, through a fire screen. That blue rim
22:49pole sat
22:50on the coffee table while my husband promised another woman my heart like it was his to give away. This
22:54time, I didn't cry. Something had changed. Over those two nights, something fundamental shifted inside
23:00me, like a bone snapping back into place. The grief was still there. It sat in my chest like a
23:06shard of
23:07glass, cutting deeper every time I breathed. But around it, something else was forming. Something
23:13cold. Something solid. Something that would not bend. By Friday morning, I had enough. Hours of
23:20footage. Clear video. Clean audio. Megan called me boring. A dried up workaholic. A woman who couldn't
23:28keep a man interested. Derek called me an appliance. Promised her my money. My home. My future. I saved
23:36every second. Three cloud backups. One flash drive. One encrypted email account only I could access.
23:43Then I picked up the phone and called the best divorce attorney in Manhattan. Claire Song's office
23:48was on the 43rd floor of a glass high-rise on Park Avenue. She charged $1,100 an hour. She
23:54had never
23:54lost a case she cared about. I sat across from her desk and talked for 45 straight minutes. No pause.
24:01No
24:01hesitation. I showed her the security footage, the key fob records, and the archived necklace order.
24:07She watched everything in silence. Like a hawk tracking movement on the ground. When I finished,
24:13she sat down her pen and looked at me. How badly do you want to ruin him? I want him
24:19out of my life with
24:19nothing left. No money. No legal claim. No dignity. Then let's talk about what you have. She tapped the
24:27flash drive. In New York, divorce doesn't automatically mean a 50-50 split. The apartment
24:33was yours before the marriage. It's in your name, and you paid for it. He has no claim to the
24:39principal.
24:40He might try to go after the post-marital appreciation, but with this footage, a cheating
24:45spouse caught on camera planning to steal his wife's assets? No judge in this city would give him a glass
24:50of
24:50water, let alone a settlement. What else? Claire raised an eyebrow. I opened my bag and pulled out a
24:56second folder. Inside were 12 months of bank statements. Every withdrawal circled in red.
25:02$200,000 taken from our joint account over the last year. He said it was business expenses,
25:09investment opportunities, and loans to college friends. I laid the statements out in front of her.
25:14It all went to offshore gambling sites, sports betting, online poker, blackjack. He lost every
25:21cent. Claire picked up the statements and started reading. Her face stayed unreadable, but her jaw
25:27tightened. There's more. I placed the last file on her desk. Three weeks ago, he applied for a $500,000
25:34private loan. To secure that loan, he submitted a document with my company seal on it as collateral,
25:41but he never had access to that seal, so he faked it. Claire read the document twice. When she looked
25:47up, her eyes were sharp. That's corporate forgery. If money moved electronically, that can become wire
25:53fraud. Federal charges. Three to seven years. I know. You want to go to the police? Not yet.
26:01I leaned forward. Because of his gambling, I get my money back and cut off any claim he has to
26:06our joint
26:07assets. The forged document is my backup. If he fights the divorce, if he stalls, I hand this over
26:13to the police, and we can negotiate from a holding cell. Claire studied me for a moment. When will you
26:19move out? On my birthday. Two weeks from Saturday. My heart was pounding, but my voice stayed calm. I'm
26:26throwing a party at the apartment. Our families, his co-workers, our friends, everyone who matters to him
26:34will be in that room. You want to serve him at the party? I want the footage playing on the
26:3965-inch
26:39TV in my living room, in front of everyone he's ever tried to impress. Then I hand him the papers.
26:46By then, he'll sign anything. And if he doesn't? I tapped the forgery file. Then he can sign in jail.
26:54Claire took out a fresh legal pad. Tell me exactly how you want this to go.
26:59We worked for three hours. When I left her office, the sun was dropping over midtown Manhattan,
27:05and the sky looked like it was on fire. I stood on Park Avenue with my bag on my shoulder
27:09and felt
27:10something I hadn't felt in weeks. Control. Over the next 14 days, I built the trap carefully.
27:16Derek handled the party himself, the catering, the liquor, the flowers, even the cake. He was excited.
27:22Babe, it's just that simple. Celebrating with family and close friends, you deserve the best.
27:28I let him take care of everything, but I added three things he knew nothing about. Two private
27:32security guards at the front door, and one signal for me meant no one was getting out. A smart lock
27:37on the bedroom closet that I could control with my phone, and my phone synced to the TV via Bluetooth.
27:42The footage showed that Megan Ellis came back twice over the next two weeks.
27:46The last time, two days before the party, she pulled my Reformation slip dress out of the closet,
27:51the one Derek gave me for our anniversary. I'm keeping this. It's yours. He said. I saved the clip,
27:58added it to the file, and closed my laptop. My alarm went off at five on the morning of my
28:03birthday.
28:04I lay in the dark beside Derek, breathing deeply. In. Out. In. Out. Today. I felt calm. Not a fragile,
28:14forced calm, but a deep, grounded one, like every decision had already been made. I got up. I showered.
28:20I put on my best dress. I did my makeup with a steady hand. Tonight, it ends.
28:27Everything in the apartment was perfect. White peonies filled every corner. Cold appetizers
28:33and crab cakes were laid out on the marble countertop. In the corner, a bartender mixed
28:38cocktails. Candlelight flickered. Soft music drifted through the room. Guests started arriving between six
28:44and seven. Derek's parents came first. His mom, Patricia, wore a silk blouse, heavy gold jewelry,
28:51and high heels. Her shoes clipped across my hardwood floor as she looked around the apartment with the
28:56pride of someone who thought she had arranged it herself. His dad came in behind her, silent as
29:01always. Then my parents arrived. My dad, Robert, wore a navy blazer. He stood straight,
29:08carrying the calm of a man who had spent 30 years picking lies apart. My mom wore beige cashmere.
29:13She looked elegant, but her eyes were sharp. Then came Derek's coworkers. Our college friends.
29:19My business partners. 23 guests gathered in my living room, filled with laughter, champagne,
29:25and the easy hum of conversation that comes with a successful life. Derek was incredible. There was no
29:30better word for him. He took coats for me, refilled glasses, led my mom to the best seat in the
29:35room,
29:36and told my dad the Knicks looked good this season. He placed one hand at my waist and said the
29:40same
29:40thing to every guest who walked in. I'm the luckiest man in the world. Natalie, sweetheart,
29:45you look exhausted. Have you been sleeping well? I worry about you working so hard. A woman who pours
29:52all her energy into her career can sometimes lose sight of what really matters. Thank you for your
29:57concern, Patricia. My dad saw me from across the room. He went alert at once. He knew something was
30:04wrong. He read people the way a pilot reads instruments, and right now, I shook my head
30:09slightly. Not yet. Soon. By 7.30, everyone was there. The security guards were in place.
30:16In my bedroom closet, Megan Ellis was curled up in the dark, squeezed between my winter coats and a row
30:22of dusty handbags, trying to breathe as quietly as she could. I knew she was there. Three hours earlier,
30:28while I was at the salon, I had watched on my phone as Derek sneaked her in through the back
30:33entrance.
30:33She was wearing my anniversary dress. She was supposed to stay hidden until the party was over,
30:39then leave the same way she came. That was Derek's plan.
30:48Thank you all so much for coming. This is the best birthday ever.
30:52People smiled and raised their glasses. Derek stood beside me, smiling too.
30:57Before we cut the cake, I want to show you something. Derek's been getting a little surprise
31:02ready for me in the bedroom, and I think now is the perfect time to open it.
31:09Nat, the bedroom's not ready. It's a mess. Let's stay out here a little longer.
31:13Don't be shy. Everyone come with me. I walked toward the primary bedroom,
31:17and all 23 guests followed. Derek stumbled after us, his eyes darting around,
31:22sweat already beating on his forehead. I opened the bedroom door. The bed was neatly made,
31:28the curtains were closed, and everything looked perfect. Thud! A dull sound hit from inside the
31:34closet. Something had slammed against the door. Derek threw himself in front of the door,
31:39arms spread wide, pressing his back against it. Sweat darkened his shirt under the arms.
31:44His smile was the worst I had ever seen. It's a cat. A stray cat got in somehow.
31:51Derek, we're on the 32nd floor. I know, I know, but city cats are crazy. They get into pipes,
31:55vents, all kinds of places. A cat locked itself in the closet? It must have hit the lash. Listen,
32:01I'll call animal control! No need. I already asked security to come upstairs. Frank should be here any
32:07second. Mrs. Carter, I was told there's an animal. In the closet, Frank, would you mind? Sir, step aside.
32:16Oh. Oh. It's locked from the inside. See? The cat must have jammed the lock. We should just leave it
32:25there. Really, it's probably terrified. I lifted my phone. Put my thumb on the screen. Derek, cats
32:33can't lock doors. I tapped the screen. The lock clicked open. I looked at Derek one last time. He
32:40was shaking. Not a little. His eyes were full of pleading, but I was never going to give him
32:46anything again. The door slid open. A screen tore through the room. Megan Ellis was curled up in the
32:52corner behind my winter coats. Her knees were pulled close to her chest, while mascara ran down
32:57her face in thin black trails. She was wearing the Reformation dress. No one spoke. No one moved.
33:04No one even breathed. The silence lasted three full seconds. So heavy, as if it had weight,
33:11texture, and gravity. Then the room exploded. People gasped. Someone cursed under their breath.
33:17A glass shattered. My mom covered her mouth in shock. Patricia let out a cry like an animal in pain.
33:24Derek's knees gave out. He didn't sit down. He didn't ease himself to the floor. He just collapsed,
33:30like a building coming down. His knees hit the hardwood with a hard crack. I stood over them.
33:36My husband on the floor. His mistress in my closet. I looked at both of them. Cold spread through me,
33:43all the way to my fingertips. Everyone, I said. My voice was steady, precise, like a surgeon's hand.
33:50Come take a look at the stray cat. I turned and walked back into the living room. The others
33:55followed in horrified silence. Megan scrambled out after us. She was panicking, words tumbling over
34:01each other. It's not what you think! I was helping with a surprise! Derek asked me to!
34:09Derek grabbed that lie like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. Right. Yes. She was planning a birthday
34:16surprise. She was supposed to wear... My dress. I said without turning around. The one you stole
34:24from my closet two days ago? Silence. I walked to the TV, picked up the remote, and connected it to
34:30my
34:30phone. Then I turned to face the crowd. Derek says Megan was here planning a surprise. Great. Then let me
34:37show you all a video of them getting ready. Natalie, don't. Derek shot to his feet and munged at me.
34:44My dad
34:45moved. Not fast. Not careful. Robert Carter stepped between us like a wall. Derek slammed into his chest
34:52and stumbled back. You touch her again? My dad said, his voice shaking with rage. And I'll snap every bone
34:59in
34:59that hand. Derek sat down. I pressed play. The TV lit up. 65 inches of high definition
35:08security footage. Megan walking through the front door. A key fob in her hand. My slippers on her feet.
35:14My robe wrapped around her. Walking around my apartment. Trying on my clothes. Drinking my wine.
35:20The audio filled the room. Every word was clear. She really thinks you love her? Natalie's a machine.
35:27She makes money. That's all she does. What about me, baby? You and me. Try Becca. Your name on everything.
35:34You and me.
35:38You
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