I Blew My Cover While Spying on My Cheating Husband’s Mistress

And gave my family a front-row seat to the multi-million-dollar scandal unraveling on my Ring app, exposing everyone involved.

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Ogling eyes and a salivating mouth gaped openly at my toxic mother-in-law —we’ll call her Cruella — who met my father’s gaze with unfiltered repulsion. She stepped over the mountain of duffel bags and suitcases he’d deposited in our marble foyer — and made a beeline for my husband’s office, her oversized sunglasses only partially concealing the pepperoni-like pattern that adorned her Botox-filled face.

My father’s pupils trailed Cruella’s every move with the same misplaced lust that led him down a widowed neighbor’s rabbit hole, into her assisted living facility, and out of his 40+ year marriage to my mother. It’s as if his brain has somehow reverted back to that of a recklessly horny teenager, devoid of morals or responsibility, and magnetically drawn to every pair of boobs that walks his way. Perhaps saving him from the assisted living money pit — and their throngs of calculating female patients eager to pounce on a sex-starved soon-to-be divorcé with raging hormones — is my daughterly duty.

Then again, inviting him under the same roof that’s barely concealing my cheating…