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The Key Fob Asm
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00:00I didn't know it yet. Something was wrong with the key fob. I didn't know it yet. Not really.
00:07It would take another 48 hours, until my life actually fell apart, before I understood what this feeling was.
00:14Right now, it was just a quiet ache. A small, persistent sense that something was off.
00:20It hit me the second I stepped out of the elevator and saw Rosa standing outside my door, sweating, twisting
00:26her hands together.
00:27Mrs. Hayes, I'm so sorry. Dinner's going to be late. I was stuck downstairs for 40 minutes. No one was
00:32at the front desk, and Mr. Hayes didn't answer his phone.
00:35I stopped short. One heel already off.
00:37Rosa, didn't Derek give you the spare keyfab? I gave it to him a month ago. It was for you.
00:41The keyfab? No, ma'am. Mr. Hayes never gave me anything.
00:44Never? Not once. This month, I've been sneaking in behind other residents or calling him to buzz me up. Today,
00:50he didn't answer.
00:51She looked confused. My stomach tightened. It was a subtle feeling. Like someone pressing a thumb into a bruise you
00:58forgot you had.
01:00Okay, don't worry about it. Go start dinner.
01:03She hurried off toward the kitchen, relieved. I stayed in the entryway of my 3,000 square foot upper west
01:08side penthouse and pulled out my phone.
01:10I bought this apartment when I was 26. Paid in full. The deed was in my name. Natalie Carter. Not
01:19Hayes.
01:20I kept my last name on every legal document because the first thing my father ever taught me was this.
01:25Always put your own name on the things you own. Our smart lock logged every entry. Fingerprint. Code. Key fob.
01:33Down to the second.
01:35Derek and I both used fingerprints. We never used the fob. I opened the app. Scrolled through the last 30.
01:4517 entries. My thumb stopped. I stared at the number until the screen did. 17 times. Someone had entered my
01:54home 17 times using a fob that was supposed to be in Rosa's hand.
01:58It wasn't Rosa. It wasn't me. And it wasn't Derek. I remembered handing it to him a month ago. Right
02:06here in this exact spot. That little blue fob in my hand.
02:10The new housekeeper starts tomorrow. Give her this so she can get in.
02:13He took it with that smile. That warm, easy, confident smile that made me fall for him at 20 and
02:19somehow hadn't changed in 8 years.
02:21Relax, babe. I'll take care of it.
02:51Hey, babe. Brutal day.
02:53I was stretched across the couch with a magazine I hadn't read a single word of.
02:58Rosa was late today. She said she doesn't have the key fob.
03:02His hand froze on his tie. If I hadn't been watching for it, I would have missed it.
03:08Oh, yeah?
03:09He gave a dry little laugh and avoided my eyes.
03:12I gave it to you a month ago.
03:14Right, right. I've just been slammed lately. I probably tossed it in some drawer somewhere. You know how it is.
03:19He was already moving toward the kitchen, trying to put space between us, trying to end the conversation.
03:26I'll stop by the building management office tomorrow and get a replacement.
03:30No.
03:31It came out too loud, too sharp, like I'd stepped on his tail.
03:35He saw my face and instantly dialed it back, forcing a casual smile, giving me a light shrug.
03:41I mean, those things cost like a hundred bucks, right? I'll look for it this weekend. It's probably behind the
03:44night stand or something.
03:46A hundred dollars. My monthly co-op fees were $4,200, and he was panicking over a $100 key fob.
03:53You sure?
03:54Of course.
03:56He walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder. His palm was warm, familiar.
04:00Babe, you've been stressed lately. You're reading way too much into this. Don't worry. I've got it.
04:06I let him touch me. Pulling away now would tell him too much, and I wasn't ready to show my
04:10hand.
04:11Okay.
04:12I watched his shoulders loosen, like air leaving a tire. Then he turned and headed for the kitchen, already lighter,
04:19already convinced he'd gotten away with it.
04:21A man with nothing to hide would not panic because his wife mentioned replacing a key fob.
04:26I set the magazine down. My jaw was tight. My pulse was steady. And the machine inside my chest kept
04:33humming louder.
04:35I waited until 2 in the morning. Derek was dead asleep. His breathing filled the dark bedroom, slow and even.
04:42I reached for his phone on the nightstand. Passcode 0714.
04:47My birthday. He'd never changed it. That tiny, cruel detail lodged between my ribs like a pin.
04:54His texts were clean. Call log. Normal. Photo library. Standard.
05:01His social media accounts were locked behind a 3-day recovery setting.
05:05Everything had been wiped down. Neat. Controlled. Spotless.
05:10I opened Amazon and checked his orders. Protein powder. Phone charger. Running shoes.
05:17I was about to close the app when my thumb hit the edge of the screen and a menu popped
05:22up.
05:22I almost missed it. Archived orders.
05:25People always forget about that. They think deleting an order makes it disappear.
05:31They don't realize Amazon just tucks it away in a hidden folder and leaves it there like a landmine.
05:36One item. 8 days ago. A Tiffany T. smile pendant. 18 carat rose gold. $2,400.
05:45Shipped to Derek's office in Murray Hill. Recipient, Megan Ellis.
05:50The air left my lungs like I've been punched. Megan Ellis. 22.
05:55She'd been at Derek's firm for 3 months as a junior assistant.
05:59Last month, I met her at a team dinner. She wore a white dress, had wide, glossy eyes, and a
06:06voice sweet as syrup.
06:07She offered me the shrimp with an eager smile and told me I was even prettier than Derek said.
06:13Then she leaned over to refill his juice. Her eyes held as a second too long.
06:17I noticed. I noticed. But I told myself not to. Because that's what love does.
06:23It sands down the sharp edges. Until they fit a story you can live with.
06:28On the drive home that night, I brought her up. Casual. Light.
06:32Your new assistant is pretty.
06:34He didn't even turn his head.
06:36She's good. Still learning but sharp.
06:40Just needs the right guidance.
06:42Guidance. Apparently that included a $2,400 Tiffany necklace hidden from his wife.
06:47I put the phone back where it was. Then I lay down and stared at the ceiling.
06:52My throat burned. My eyes burned.
06:55Every cell in my body wanted to shake him awake and ask,
06:58Who is she? What is she to you? What have you done?
07:03But I didn't. Because all I had was a missing key fob, 17 entry logs, and a hidden jewelry order.
07:10Circumstantial. And men like Derek could talk their way out of circumstantial.
07:15All it took was the right smile, the right tone, and one soft little...
07:19Babe, you're overthinking this.
07:21I needed more. I needed proof that couldn't be explained away.
07:25The kind that hit one nerve and brought a man down on the spot.
07:28I took a deep breath. Let it out slowly.
07:31Counted my heartbeat until it steadied.
07:33Part of me was stupid.
07:35Boyle girl I used to be.
07:37The one who first kissed him in Washington Square Park in my early 20s was still screaming,
07:41You're wrong. This is nothing.
07:43He loves you. He's always loved you.
07:47Go back to sleep.
07:48I could feel that girl dying inside me.
07:51Little by little.
07:52I'm sorry. I couldn't save her.
07:55The next night, Derek came out of the shower with a towel around his neck, hair still damp.
08:00I stood at the vanity, brush in hand, watching him through the mirror.
08:04Assistant at your office? Megan?
08:06How's she doing?
08:08In the mirror, his hand paused over the hairdryer, just for a second.
08:14Then it kicked on, hot air filling the room.
08:17Megan?
08:17His voice lifted over the noise. Convenient.
08:21She's great. Crushed it on the Henderson account.
08:24Total go-getter.
08:26Actually, I got her a little congratulatory gift. A necklace.
08:30A team souvenir. Good job. Keep it up. That sort of thing.
08:34He brought it up himself. Volunteered it. Smooth. Easy. Like he'd rehearsed it in the bathroom.
08:41A necklace?
08:42Nothing appropriate. Just a simple piece. You know, Gen Z kids. You have to give them something shiny or they
08:48tune you out.
08:49He walked over, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and rested his chin on my head.
08:54You're not jealous, are you not?
08:56No.
08:58She works on my team. That's all.
09:00He kissed my cheek.
09:02Come to bed.
09:03He walked away. I set the brush down. His performance was flawless. Every pause. Every inflection.
09:11Precision built. But he didn't know something about me. Something almost nobody did.
09:17I don't trust words. I stopped trusting them when I was 12, after my grandfather's funeral.
09:23When my father pulled me aside and said,
09:25Natalie, listen to me. People say what they want you to hear.
09:30I've known Derek for 8 years. And tonight, in front of that mirror, all he did was perform.
09:36At 2 in the morning, I flipped out of bed barefoot. The apartment was pitch dark.
09:41City light spilled through the windows, laying silver bars across the floor.
09:44I moved through my own home like a ghost.
09:47Six months earlier, I'd installed a small security camera on the bookshelf.
09:51Back then, we had a cat, and I liked checking in on her during the day.
09:55Later, she went to live with my parents in Connecticut.
09:58The camera stayed where it was unplugged, forgotten behind a row of hardcovers.
10:02Derek had forgotten it existed.
10:04I pulled over a small step stool, climbed up, and found the camera tucked behind East of Eden
10:09and a coffee table book on Italian architecture. It was coated in dust.
10:14I brushed it off. My hands were steady, even though my heart was pounding so hard it felt
10:19loud enough to carry through the walls. I plugged it in. The red light blinked once,
10:23then came alive. I adjusted the angle. Full view of the living room, the front door,
10:28the hallway to the bedroom. No blind spots. I opened the app on my phone. The feed loaded
10:33in sharp green night vision. My couch. My coffee table. My front door. My home.
10:40Reduced to a surveillance feed. I climbed down, put the stool back, and slipped into bed.
10:46Derek was still asleep. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
10:51I let him. Lying there in the dark. In the arms of a man I wasn't sure I knew anymore,
10:57I made a promise to myself. If the camera caught nothing, I would delete the footage and never bring
11:02it up again. I'd book us a trip. I'd try harder. I'd tell myself it was stress, exhaustion, maybe
11:09paranoia, but it was all just in my head. But if it caught something. My jaw locked so tight my
11:15teeth
11:15hurt. If it caught something, I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't scream. I would destroy him so
11:21completely. He'd spend the rest of his life trying to figure out what exactly happened.
11:25Three days. Nothing happened. Day one. Rosa mopped the floors. Derek watched ESPN. In bed by 11.
11:33Day two. Empty apartment. Derek reheated leftovers. Scrolled his phone. Day three. Same thing. Normal.
11:42By Friday afternoon, I was sitting in my office staring at the live feed of an empty living room.
11:47Feeling insane. Sunlight stretched across the leather couch. A speck of dust drifted through
11:53frame. The most dramatic thing that had happened in three days was Rosa knocking over a vase.
11:58Maybe I really was losing it. I closed the app and forced myself back to work. Maybe this weekend
12:04I'd uninstall the camera and book two tickets to Turks and Caicos. Maybe I even owed Derek an apology
12:09for carrying my suspicion around like a loaded weapon. At 3.30, my assistant knocked on the door.
12:14Natalie, the Westfield deal hit a wall. They need you in Hartford tonight. It's a two-hour drive.
12:20Meeting's first thing tomorrow. Okay. I'm going home to grab a bag.
12:27I got back to the apartment a little after 4. Pressed my thumb to the lock. The door opened.
12:34The shower was running. I froze, one foot in the entryway. One still in the hall. Steam drifted out
12:41of the bathroom in hot waves. The air smelled like body wash. My body wash. Blue Labo Santal.
12:47It was 4 on a Friday afternoon. Derek had told me that morning he'd be in meetings until 6.
12:53My heart rate instantly shot from 60 to 100. The water shut off. The bathroom door swung open.
13:00Derek stepped out in a towel. Hair dripping. Skin flushed from the heat. He saw me and went
13:05completely still. And for one naked second. I saw it on his face. Real fear. Not inconvenience.
13:13Not surprise. The kind that hits when you realize you've been caught in the center of something,
13:18not near the edge of it. His eyes widened. His mouth parted. Every muscle locked. Then the mask
13:24dropped. He smiled. Warm. Concerned. Perfect. Nat. You're home early. Work trip. Hartford. I need
13:34clothes. My voice sounded normal. I still don't know how. I thought your meetings went till 6.
13:40They got moved up. Wrapped early. Came home to relax. He was already opening his arms. Coming
13:47toward me. You should have called. I would have picked you up. I'm fine. I walked past him into
13:53the bathroom. He didn't follow. But I could feel his stare burning into the back of my neck. The room
13:59felt like a sauna. The mirror was fogged over. Every surface shimmered with condensation. I scanned the
14:06counter. His razor. My skin care. Everything arranged exactly where it should be. Then I saw
14:12the body cream. La mer. $300. I bought it two weeks ago. I used it the way people use something
14:20that costs $300, with restraint, with reverence, a fingertip at a time. I picked it up. My stomach
14:26dropped. It was almost weightless. It should have been three quarters full. Instead, it was nearly
14:33empty. I held it up to the light, tilting it. A thin smear clung to the bottom. That was it.
14:40Two weeks. $300. Gone. Derek didn't use body cream. In eight years, he never had. Someone had been in
14:49my bathroom. Not passing through. Not as a guest. Someone comfortable enough to stand there and use
14:55my $300 cream like it was drugstore lotion in a gym locker room. My hands started shaking. I set the
15:01jar down, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water onto my face. I watched it spiral down the
15:07drain and breathe. Again. Again. Again. Until the shaking stopped. I dried my face. I walked out.
15:16I packed in under three minutes. Kissed Derek on the cheek. Let him wheel my suitcase to the elevator.
15:21Let him press the button, tell me to drive safe, and wave as the door slid shut. The second they
15:26closed,
15:27I collapsed against the metal wall. My reflection stared back at me in the brushed steel doors.
15:32A woman with red eyes and a jaw tight enough to crack stone. The key fob, the necklace, the four
15:38o'clock shower, the empty jar. This wasn't suspicion anymore. By nine, I was in Hartford. I didn't unpack.
15:46I didn't turn on the lights. I sat on the hotel bed in my coat and opened the camera app
15:51with shaking
15:51hands. The feed loaded. Derek stretched out on the couch. Sweaty. Phone in hand. Scrolling endlessly.
15:59Laughing at something on his screen. A man with nothing on his conscience and nowhere else he needed
16:04to be. I watched for ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. My eyes burned. My body was exhausted. But my brain
16:13wouldn't stop. I was just about to close the app. Just about to tell myself again that I was out
16:17of my
16:18mind. Then the speaker on my phone caught a sound. Beep. The electronic chirp of the front door
16:23unlocked. Ten forty seven p.m. My heart stopped. I felt it. One hard, useless beat inside my chest.
16:31I felt my life split cleanly in two at that exact moment. Derek on the screen heard it too. But
16:36he
16:37didn't flinch. He didn't jump up. He didn't grab a weapon. Didn't call the police. And didn't do any of
16:42the things a man does when a stranger opens his front door at almost eleven at night. He sprang off
16:47the couch
16:48like he'd been waiting for that sound all evening. His expression changed. The boredom vanished
16:53instantly. Replaced by an emotion I knew well but hadn't seen directly at me in a long time.
16:57Want. Hunger. Joy. He practically ran into the foyer. The door opened. A girl walked in.
17:05Young. Early twenties. Wearing a white bodycon dress. Stiletto heels. She tossed a small blue
17:12object onto the entry table without even looking. The key fob. My key fob. She tossed it down casually.
17:20Like she'd done it a hundred times before. She bent down and picked up a pair of pale pink silk
17:24slippers by the door. My slippers. The pair Derek had given me for my birthday last year.
17:30She threw her arms open, crossed the last three steps, and launched herself into Derek's arms.
17:34Baby. I missed you. I knew that voice. I'd heard that same voice tell me. You're even prettier than
17:41Derek said. Offering me shrimp. Wearing a sugar sweet smile. Megan Ellis. Derek caught her,
17:48lifted her up, and kissed her neck. Jesus. You took forever. I was dying over here.
17:53Derek. I had to get ready. Besides, your wife's gone for the week. We've got plenty of time. Relax.
18:02Derek laughed. He scooped her up, carried her through the living room, and into the primary bedroom.
18:07My bedroom door slammed shut. The screen showed an empty living room. Her heels abandoned on the floor,
18:13the blue key fob glinting under the lights. I stared at it until my vision blurred, hot tears welling up
18:19like a spring, burning down my cheeks. My thumb found Derek's contact and hovered over the call
18:24button. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to dial, to make him hear me breaking, to force him
18:29to
18:29explain, beg, lie, do something, anything, because the silence was crushing me. My finger trembled over
18:36the screen. No. I closed my eyes, and I pressed the phone to my forehead. I let myself cry. I
18:41let out ugly,
18:42broken sobs, burying my mouth in the hotel pillow so no one next door would hear. I gave myself five
18:48minutes. Five minutes to be the girl who loved him, then I stopped. I wiped my face. Blew my nose.
18:55I sat up straight. If I called now, he'd know I was watching him. He'd destroy the evidence. He'd
19:02build a flawless lie before sunrise, and I'd be left looking like the paranoid wife who destroyed
19:06herself over a misunderstanding. No. I was going to document every second. Every visit. Every word.
19:13They were sleeping in my bed, under my sheets, using my things, laughing at me every single night.
19:19When I had gathered enough evidence, I would walk into a room packed with every person he had ever
19:24tried to impress and project these videos onto a screen the size of a wall. He wouldn't suspect a
19:29thing. He would walk out of my life with absolutely nothing. I opened the app. I hit record. I worked
19:36until dawn. I didn't go back to the apartment. The next morning, I called Derek and told him the Hartford
19:42deal was more complicated than expected. It could take a week. He sounded pleased. Take your time, baby.
19:48I'll hold down the fort. That night, I sat in my hotel room with every light off, the security feed
19:53glowing on my phone screen. Room service sat untouched on the table. I couldn't eat. My stomach was clenched
19:59so tight it wouldn't let anything in. At 9.38 PM, the front door unlocked. She walked in like she
20:05lived there. She kicked off her heels and slipped into my slippers. Moved quietly into the kitchen.
20:11Opened my fridge. Pulled out a bottle of sans-sare I'd been saving for Friday night. With my husband,
20:17she poured herself a glass. Derek came up behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist,
20:22and buried his face in her neck. She laughed and pushed his hand away.
20:26Let me have one sip first. You can drink later. Unbelievable. She took a long sip,
20:33set the glass down, and turned his arms. I want to try on more of her clothes tonight.
20:38That Valentino in the back of the closet? The black one? Go ahead. She has amazing taste.
20:45Megan pulled open my walk-in closet like she was browsing a boutique. Her fingers moved across my
20:50clothes, pausing on fabrics, checking labels. Too bad her personality doesn't match.
20:56Does she seriously do nothing but work and sleep? Is that it? Derek dropped onto my bed. My bed.
21:03The $2,000 mattress I bought because of my back. He stretched out, hands behind his head,
21:09and watched Megan undress. Natalie's basically a machine. She knows how to make money. That's her
21:16function. Everything else, nothing. No warmth, no fun, no spontaneity. Living with her is like living
21:24with a really efficient appliance. My throat closed. Nausea rolled through me. I watched Megan try on
21:30three of my dresses. She modeled each one, turned, posed, asked Derek what he thought. He gave lazy
21:36little opinions like a man flipping through a catalog. My hands were shaking so badly the image
21:41shook with them, so I propped my phone against a pillow, locked both hands between my knees,
21:45and watched them disappear into the bedroom together while the living room went dark and silent.
21:49By the second night, something deep inside me had cracked. Megan was stretched across my couch with
21:55her head in Derek's lap, eating strawberries out of the ceramic bowl my mother gave us as a wedding
21:59gift, the one with the hand-painted blue rim. She'd flaunted in from Ohio wrapped in layers of bubble
22:04wrap because she'd been terrified it would break. You think she suspects anything?
22:08Not a chance. Natalie's sharp in business, but when it comes to me, she doesn't question me. That's the
22:14beauty of it. I've played the perfect husband for eight years. You could knock on her door and
22:18introduce yourself, and she still wouldn't believe I was cheating. What if she finds out?
22:23She won't. And worst case scenario? I walk away with half the apartment. That place is worth four
22:31million now. Two million to end a marriage? I'd sign those papers with a smile. Megan rolled over and
22:38looked up at him. And then what? You and me. We get a place in Tribita. Rooftop. Full service building.
22:45This time my name goes on the deed. Your name goes on everything.
22:49She hooked a finger in his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him. I watched all of it from a
22:55hotel room
22:56two hours away through a fire screen. That blue rim pole sat on the coffee table while my husband
23:01promised another woman my heart like it was his to give away. This time, I didn't cry. Something had
23:07changed. Over those two nights, something fundamental shifted inside me, like a bone snapping back into
23:13place. The grief was still there. It sat in my chest like a shard of glass, cutting deeper every
23:19time I breathed. But around it, something else was forming. Something cold. Something solid.
23:26Something that would not bend. By Friday morning, I had enough. Hours of footage. Clear video. Clean audio.
23:34Megan called me boring. A dried-up workaholic. A woman who couldn't keep a man interested.
23:40Derek called me an appliance. Promised her my money. My home. My future. I saved every second.
23:48Three cloud backups. One flash drive. One encrypted email account only I could access.
23:54Then I picked up the phone and called the best divorce attorney in Manhattan.
23:58Claire Song's office was on the 43rd floor of a glass high-rise on Park Avenue. She charged $1,100
24:04an hour.
24:04She had never lost a case she cared about. I sat across from her desk and talked for 45 straight
24:10minutes. No pause. No hesitation. I showed her the security footage, the key fob records,
24:16and the archived necklace order. She watched everything in silence. Like a hawk tracking movement
24:22on the ground. When I finished, she set down her pen and looked at me.
24:26How badly do you want to ruin him? I want him out of my life with nothing left. No money.
24:33No legal
24:33claim. No dignity. Then let's talk about what you have. She tapped the flash drive. In New York,
24:40divorce doesn't automatically mean a 50-50 split. The apartment was yours before the marriage.
24:46It's in your name, and you paid for it. He has no claim to the principal. He might try to
24:52go after
24:52the post-marital appreciation. But with this footage, a cheating spouse caught on camera
24:57planning to steal his wife's assets? No judge in this city would give him a glass of water,
25:02let alone a settlement. What else? Claire raised an eyebrow. I opened my bag and pulled out a second
25:08folder. Inside were 12 months of bank statements. Every withdrawal circled in red. $200,000 taken from
25:15our joint account over the last year. He said it was business expenses, investment opportunities,
25:21and loans to college friends. I laid the statements out in front of her. It all went to offshore gambling
25:27sites, sports betting, online poker, blackjack. He lost every cent. Claire picked up the statements
25:34and started reading. Her face stayed unreadable, but her jaw tightened. There's more. I placed the
25:40last file on her desk. Three weeks ago, he applied for a $500,000 private loan. To secure that loan,
25:48he submitted a document with my company seal on it as collateral. But he never had access to that
25:54seal, so he faked it. Claire read the document twice. When she looked up, her eyes were sharp.
26:00That's corporate forgery. If money moved electronically, that can become wire fraud.
26:05Federal charges. Three to seven years. I know. You want to go to the police? Not yet.
26:13I leaned forward. Because of his gambling, I get my money back and cut off any claim he has to
26:17our
26:17joint assets. The forged document is my backup. If he fights the divorce, if he stalls, I hand this
26:24over to the police, and we can negotiate from a holding cell. Claire studied me for a moment.
26:30When will you move out? On my birthday. Two weeks from Saturday. My heart was pounding,
26:35but my voice stayed calm. I'm throwing a party at the apartment. Our families, his co-workers,
26:43our friends, everyone who matters to him will be in that room. You want to serve him at the party?
26:48I want the footage playing on the 65-inch TV in my living room, in front of everyone he's ever
26:53tried
26:53to impress. Then I hand him the papers. By then, he'll sign anything. And if he doesn't?
27:01I tapped the forgery file. Then he can sign in jail. Claire took out a fresh legal pad.
27:07Tell me exactly how you want this to go.
27:11We worked for three hours. When I left her office, the sun was dropping over midtown Manhattan,
27:16and the sky looked like it was on fire. I stood on Park Avenue with my bag on my shoulder,
27:21and felt something I hadn't felt in weeks. Control. Over the next 14 days, I built the trap carefully.
27:27Derek handled the party himself. The catering, the liquor, the flowers, even the cake. He was
27:34excited.
27:34Babe, it's just that simple. Celebrating with family and close friends, you deserve the best.
27:40I let him take care of everything, but I added three things he knew nothing about.
27:43Two private security guards at the front door, and one signal from me meant no one was getting out.
27:48A smart lock on the bedroom closet that I could control with my phone,
27:51and my phone synced to the TV via Bluetooth. The footage showed that Megan Ellis came back twice
27:56over the next two weeks. The last time, two days before the party, she pulled my Reformation slip
28:01dress out of the closet, the one Derek gave me for our anniversary. I'm keeping this.
28:06It's yours.
28:07He said. I saved the clip, added it to the file, and closed my laptop. My alarm went off at
28:13five on
28:14the morning of my birthday. I lay in the dark beside Derek, breathing deeply. In. Out. In. Out.
28:21Today. I felt calm. Not a fragile, forced calm, but a deep, grounded one, like every decision had
28:29already been made. I got up. I showered. I put on my best dress. I did my makeup with a
28:35steady hand.
28:36Tonight, it ends.
28:40Everything in the apartment was perfect. White peonies filled every corner. Cold appetizers
28:45and crab cakes were laid out on the marble countertop. In the corner, a bartender mixed
28:50cocktails. Candlelight flickered. Soft music drifted through the room. Guests started arriving
28:56between six and seven. Derek's parents came first. His mom, Patricia, wore a silk blouse,
29:02heavy gold jewelry, and high heels. Her shoes clipped across my hardwood floor as she looked around the
29:07apartment with the pride of someone who thought she had arranged it herself. His dad came in behind
29:12her, silent as always. Then my parents arrived. My dad, Robert, wore a navy blazer. He stood straight,
29:20carrying the comm of a man who had spent 30 years picking lies apart. My mom wore beige cashmere.
29:26She looked elegant, but her eyes were sharp. Then came Derek's co-workers, our college friends,
29:31my business partners. 23 guests gathered in my living room, filled with laughter, champagne,
29:37and the easy hum of conversation that comes with a successful life. Derek was incredible. There was
29:42no better word for him. He took coats for me, refilled glasses, led my mom to the best seat in
29:47the room, and told my dad the Knicks looked good this season. He placed one hand at my waist and
29:52said
29:52the same thing to every guest who walked in. I'm the luckiest man in the world.
29:56Natalie, sweetheart. You look exhausted. Have you been sleeping well? I worry about you working so hard.
30:02A woman who pours all her energy into her career can sometimes lose sight of what really matters.
30:09Thank you for your concern, Patricia.
30:11My dad saw me from across the room. He went alert at once. He knew something was wrong. He read
30:18people
30:18the way a pilot reads instruments, and right now, I shook my head slightly. Not yet. Soon.
30:24By 7.30, everyone was there. The security guards were in place. In my bedroom closet,
30:31Megan Ellis was curled up in the dark, squeezed between my winter coats and a row of dusty handbags,
30:36trying to breathe as quietly as she could. I knew she was there. Three hours earlier, while I was at
30:42the salon, I had watched on my phone as Derek sneaked her in through the back entrance. She was
30:47wearing my anniversary dress. She was supposed to stay hidden until the party was over, then leave the
30:52same way she came. That was Derek's plan.
31:01Thank you all so much for coming. This is the best birthday ever.
31:05People smiled and raised their glasses. Derek stood beside me, smiling too.
31:10Before we cut the cake, I want to show you something. Derek's been getting a little surprise
31:15ready for me in the bedroom, and I think now is the perfect time to open it.
31:23Nat, the bedroom's not ready. It's a mess. Let's stay out here a little longer.
31:26Don't be shy. Everyone come with me. I walked toward the primary bedroom,
31:30and all 23 guests followed. Derek stumbled after us, his eyes darting around,
31:36sweat already beating on his forehead. I opened the bedroom door. The bed was neatly made,
31:41the curtains were closed, and everything looked perfect. Thud! A dull sound hit from inside the
31:47closet. Something had slammed against the door. Derek threw himself in front of the door,
31:52arms spread wide, pressing his back against it. Sweat darkened his shirt under the arms.
31:57His smile was the worst I had ever seen. It's a cat. A stray cat got in somehow.
32:04Derek, we're on the 32nd floor. I know, I know, but city cats are crazy. They get into pipes,
32:09vents, all kinds of places. A cat locked itself in the closet? It must have hit the lash. Listen,
32:14I'll call animal control! No need. I already asked security to come upstairs. Frank should be here
32:21any second. Mrs. Carter, I was told there's an animal. In the closet, Frank, would you mind?
32:29Sir, step aside. Oh. Oh. It's locked from the inside. See? The cat must have jammed the lock. We
32:40it's probably terrified. I lifted my phone. Put my thumb on the screen. Derek, cats can't lock doors.
32:48I tapped the screen. The lock clicked open. I looked at Derek one last time. He was shaking.
32:55Not a little. His eyes were full of pleading, but I was never going to give him anything again.
33:01The door slid open. A scream tore through the room. Megan Ellis was curled up in the corner behind
33:07my winter coats. Her knees were pulled close to her chest, while mascara ran down her face in thin
33:12black trails. She was wearing the Reformation dress. No one spoke. No one moved. No one even breathed.
33:20The silence lasted three full seconds. So heavy, as if it had weight, texture, and gravity. Then the room
33:27exploded. People gasped. Someone cursed under their breath. A glass shattered. My mom covered her mouth
33:35in shock. Patricia let out a cry like an animal in pain. Derek's knees gave out. He didn't sit down.
33:41He didn't ease himself to the floor. He just collapsed, like a building coming down. His knees
33:47hit the hardwood with a hard crack. I stood over them. My husband on the floor. His mistress in my
33:54closet. I looked at both of them. Cold spread through me, all the way to my fingertips. Everyone,
34:00I said. My voice was steady, precise, like a surgeon's hand. Come take a look at the stray cat.
34:06I turned and walked back into the living room. The others followed in horrified silence.
34:11Megan scrambled out after us. She was panicking, words tumbling over each other.
34:17It's not what you think! I was helping with a surprise! Derek asked me to!
34:24Derek grabbed that lie like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. Right! Yes! She was planning
34:31a birthday surprise. She was supposed to wear... My dress, I said without turning around. The one
34:39you stole from my closet two days ago? Silence. I walked to the TV, picked up the remote, and
34:44connected it to my phone. Then I turned to face the crowd. Derek says Megan was here planning
34:50a surprise. Great. Then let me show you all a video of them getting ready. Natalie, don't!
34:57Derek shot to his feet and lunged at me. My dad moved. Not fast. Not careful. Robert Carter
35:04stepped between us like a wall. Derek slammed into his chest and stumbled back. You touch her
35:10again? My dad said, his voice shaking with rage. And I'll snap every bone in that hand!
35:17Derek sat down. I pressed play. The TV lit up. 65 inches of high definition security footage.
35:25Megan walking through the front door. A key fob in her hand. My slippers on her feet. My
35:30robe wrapped around her. Walking around my apartment. Trying on my clothes. Drinking my
35:36one. The audio filled the room. Every word was clear. She really thinks you love her? Natalie's
35:42a machine. She makes money. That's all she does. What about me, baby? You and me. Try
35:47Rebecca. Your name on everything.
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