Over three months, $18,000 had disappeared.
Those were the savings we had spent years building.
When I asked where the money had gone, John flew into a rage.
“That’s none of your business! I know exactly what I’m doing! Don’t you dare question me again!”
From that day on, I began to fear that my husband had gotten involved in something dangerous.
A few days later, I saw a message on his phone.
“John, make sure you come tonight. They’re waiting for you. And don’t forget the pink outfit and high heels. They’ll pay you more this time.”
My heart nearly stopped.
What pink outfit? What high heels? Who was paying my husband?
That evening, I decided to secretly follow him.
John drove
