Every night, my husband would go to sleep in our daughter’s room: at first, I didn’t pay any attention to it, but one day I decided to hide the camera in her room.

Every night, my husband went to sleep in our daughter’s room. At first, I didn’t pay it any mind, but one day I decided to hide a camera in her room, and when I watched the footage, I nearly passed out from horror
I’ve always considered myself a good mother. After my first divorce, I promised myself that I would never allow anyone to hurt my daughter again. I lived only for her, trying to control everything that could even slightly affect her.

Three years later, Max came into our lives. He was calm, caring, fifteen years older than me. He treated Emma so warmly and attentively, as if she were his own. For the first time in a long time, I thought that maybe this is what a real home looks like—calm and safe.