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My Husband Filmed Me Naked for His Mistress
Novelix
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I found a hidden camera in my own bedroom. My husband Preston laughed and said he installed it — for his "childhood friend" Tiffany's viral documentary. Suddenly I'm trending as the flossing, half-naked "trashy housewife." My mom saw it. She collapsed. She died. And Preston? He was too busy buying his pregnant mistress a new camera to sign our divorce papers or save my mother's life. They think I'll crawl away and cry. They have no idea what a scorned wife with receipts, a lawyer's dirty secrets, and nothing left to lose can do. Preston. Tiffany. Sit down. My masterpiece is just starting.
Chapters (3)
第1章
I find a hidden camera tucked behind the picture frame in my own bedroom, and I'm so freaked out.
I grab my phone to call 911—until my husband Preston stops me cold.
"Don't. I put it there."
"Tiff is shooting a documentary. 'A Day in the Life of a Housewife.' You're her star."
"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd act fake if you knew."
Before I can even process it, his phone buzzes. Tiffany—his precious childhood sweetheart—already sent over the finished cut.
I watch it. My stomach drops.
She cherry-picked every ugly second.
Me in stained sweats. Me picking my nose. Me flossing chunks of food from my teeth like a trucker. And—God, no—me walking around the apartment topless.
My ears start ringing.
"Delete it. Now."
"Can't." Preston shrugs. "Tiff already posted it."
I fumble to open her page with shaking fingers. The video is pinned at the top. One hundred thousand likes. The comments are a bloodbath.
"OMG she's disgusting."
"This is who Preston Fraser married? Downgrade of the century."
"Trashy housewife energy."
Even my cousins are texting me. My old college roommate. Everyone.
Preston doesn't hold me. Doesn't even flinch. He just sighs like I'm the problem.
"I told you to clean yourself up around the house. You didn't listen. Now I look like an idiot too."
Then he actually smiles.
"Tiff edited it really well though. Great hook. Girl's got a future in content."
I stare at him. And just like that, something inside me dies.
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My phone buzzes again. It's Mom.
"Serena, what IS this?? Why would you let anyone film that?? I'm mortified. TAKE IT DOWN."
I grip the phone until my knuckles go white.
"Preston. Tell Tiffany to delete that video. Right now."
"That's an invasion of privacy. I can press charges."
He glances up, annoyed. "You're gonna call the cops over this?"
"This ISN'T nothing!"
I have a breast condition. Sometimes I go topless at home just to breathe. But strangers online don't know that. They're calling me an exhibitionist. A slut. A crazy bitch.
I'm shaking so hard I can barely stand.
"Preston, you never got my consent. You can't just post my private life online!"
"Who says we didn't get consent?"
He walks calmly to the study and pulls out a signed release form. My signature. Right there. Authorizing Tiffany Monroe to film and publish my daily life for one full year.
I never signed this. I never—
Wait.
My birthday. He handed me a stack of "law firm paperwork." I trusted him. I didn't read it.
My own husband. A lawyer. Set me up.
"Why?" My voice cracks.
Preston sighs like I'm being dramatic. "Tiff wants to be a director. It's her dream. Can't you let her have this one thing?"
"Plus, we blurred the private bits. You're fine."
Then he actually chuckles.
"And honestly? People aren't wrong. You do look kind of gross when you let yourself go."
I stare at him.
Five years ago, when he proposed, he swore I was the most beautiful woman on earth.
Same face. Same voice.
And I don't recognize him at all.
"Preston. I'm saying this one more time."
I grit my teeth. "Delete. The video."
He frowns.
"Serena, stop being difficult. Tiff already sold ad slots on that video. Pulling it means a five-hundred-grand penalty. Her whole account could get shadowbanned."
"Then it's a divorce."
"Are you seriously threatening me?" He scoffs. "It's a damn video, Serena. What is your problem?"
"Tiff pulled all-nighters editing that. You wanna destroy her hard work? She picked YOU as the lead. You should be flattered, not throwing a tantrum."
He grabs his jacket and walks out before I can say another word.
The door clicks shut. Then his voice, soft as butter through the crack:
"Tiff, honey. I saw the video. It's amazing. You're so talented."
"Don't worry about her. Let her scream."
"Come out. I'm taking you somewhere nice to celebrate."
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第2章
The voices fade down the hallway.
I open Tiffany's video again. Numb. I hit report. I file every complaint the app will let me. Then I drag myself to work.
The second I walk into the lobby, every head turns. Whispers. Snickers.
"Did you SEE that video? Serena's a total slob at home. Flossing like a redneck."
"Slob? Girl's got an exhibitionist streak. Remember how she was always adjusting her bra in the office? Now it makes sense."
"Wow. She always seemed so quiet. Guess it's the quiet ones."
Every word feels like a needle in my skin.
I count the minutes until five o'clock.
I get home and Tiffany is sitting on MY couch. In MY living room.
She stands up when she sees me. Eyes red. Bottom lip trembling. The whole Oscar-worthy performance.
"Serena, why did you report my video? I studied film abroad for five years. I just got back. I NEED this to prove myself."
"The video's blowing up. The ad money is huge. If you get it taken down, everything I worked for is gone."
"I know I should've told you first. I'm sorry. But please. Please stop reporting me."
I say nothing.
Preston stands next to her, arms crossed, cold as ice.
"Serena. Enough. She apologized. What more do you want?"
"I don't accept her apology."
I walk past both of them into the bedroom. I pack a bag. Then I walk back out and shove the divorce papers into Preston's chest.
"What is this?"
"Divorce papers."
His face goes dark.
"Are you SERIOUSLY blowing this up over nothing?"
I don't argue. I just leave the papers in his hands and walk out. I don't look back.
I move into Mom's place.
Next morning, Preston shows up at her door.
"Serena. Are you done throwing your fit?"
He pinches the bridge of his nose like I'm exhausting him.
"Tiff's a wreck. She thinks you hate her. She hasn't eaten in two days."
"She apologized. Why can't you just let it go for once?"
Let it go.
So that's how it is. My face doesn't matter. My dignity doesn't matter. Only Tiffany matters. As long as she's happy, I'm supposed to swallow everything.
"Why should I?"
I look him dead in the eye. "Preston. I'm not backing down. Nine AM tomorrow. Courthouse. Be there."
I turn and walk into my room.
He sits on the couch for a while. Then, without a word, he leaves.
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第3章
Next morning. Nine AM. I stand outside the courthouse.
Preston never shows.
I call him. He doesn't pick up.
Three hours later, a text finally comes through:
"I'm out shopping for new camera gear with Tiff. Busy."
"If you really want a divorce, sue me."
A second later, my phone pings again. My complaint against Tiffany's video? Denied. "Insufficient evidence."
The wind cuts my face. I take a deep breath and turn to leave.
I'm walking past a shopping mall when I see them. Preston. Tiffany. Together.
Tiffany spots me and comes bouncing over.
"Serena! What are YOU doing here?"
She waves a brand-new camera in my face, grinning.
"Cute, right? Bought it with the ad money from your documentary. Gonna use it for the next one."
"Oh, and guess what? You're still the star. I'm making the next one even juicier. The theme is 'Sweet on the Outside, Freak on the Inside'—"
SLAP.
My hand moves before my brain does.
Preston is in front of her in a heartbeat, pulling her into his arms like a bodyguard.
"Serena. Apologize. NOW."
Tiffany's lip quivers. She tugs his sleeve.
"It's okay, Pres. Don't yell at her for me."
He wipes her tears. His voice goes soft. Softer than he's ever been with me.
"Tiff. You're too kind for your own good. Come on. Let me take you home."
As they walk away, Tiffany turns back and mouths at me:
"Just wait. Big surprise tonight."
That night, she drops a new video.
The location? Mom's apartment.
The stars? Me. And Mom.
This time she didn't just make ME look bad. She spliced in footage of Mom fresh out of the shower, half-dressed, robe hanging loose. She painted my mother as some trashy, sloppy woman flashing the world.
The internet turns on her instantly.
"No wonder the daughter's a slut. Look at the mom."
"Trash raises trash."
"Two generations of skanks lol."
I stare at the screen. Every muscle in my body is shaking.
Preston.
That "peacekeeping" visit to Mom's place last week?
He was planting cameras.
Then—
THUD.
Something crashes in the bedroom.
I run in. Mom is on the floor. Lips blue. Whole body convulsing.
"MOM!"
I scoop her up. She grips my hand so hard her nails break skin. Her eyes are wild, bloodshot.
"The— the video— delete it— delete—"
I'm crying so hard I can't see as I load her into the ambulance.
While she's in the ER, I storm to Preston's place. I shove the door open.
I hear Tiffany laughing.
"Pres! I'm a GENIUS!"
She's cross-legged on the couch. A celebration cake sits on the coffee table.
"Two videos. Over a hundred million views. I'm literally the best director alive."
Preston is cutting her a slice like she's a five-year-old princess.
"Yes, yes. Princess Tiff is the best."
I lose it.
I charge across the room and smash the cake onto the floor.
"Tiffany! Delete every single one. RIGHT NOW."
"Why would I?"
She stands up, all sugar and venom. "Serena, the videos are AMAZING. The numbers are insane. It'd be such a waste."
"Besides, you and Mommy are famous now. We should ride the wave. A few more episodes and you can be full-time influencers. You're welcome."
My hand flies up on its own.
Preston catches my wrist mid-air. Grip like iron.
"Serena. ENOUGH." His voice is glacial. "Stop acting like a psycho bitch."
Psycho bitch.
This woman ruined my name. Put my mother in the ER. And I'm the psycho.
"Preston. Why did you plant cameras in my mother's home?"
I rip my wrist free and scream.
"Do you have ANY idea? Mom saw the video. She collapsed. She's in the ER RIGHT NOW."
Preston freezes. Then his face hardens.
"How is that Tiff's fault? Your mom already had a bad heart. Don't pin it on her."
I stare at him. I can't breathe.
"Preston. She's your mother too."
"We're not blood. Why the hell would she be my mother?"
He catches himself and adds, colder:
"I mean, a mother-in-law is never the same as your real mom. I can't be expected to care the same way."
I look at him.
Something splits open in my chest.
Five years of marriage.
He never accepted my family. Not once.
Back at the hospital, I open my laptop.
I post everything.
Full name. Full accusation. Tiffany Monroe, illegal surveillance. Preston Fraser, forged consent form. Repeated public humiliation of a private woman.
The post explodes overnight.
At three AM, Preston bursts into Mom's hospital room.
"Serena. TAKE IT DOWN."
He slams a bloody razor blade onto the tray table. His face is livid.
"Because of your post, Tiff just slit her wrists!"
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