I Suspected My Kids Were Stealing from Me — yet the Hidden Camera Revealed the Person I Least Expected

I looked across the table at him. He spoke with such confidence, as though the verdict had already been decided and the rest of us were just late to the conclusion.

And I believed him. God help me, I believed every word.

The following morning, another $300 had vanished. I sat on the edge of the bed, wallet open in my lap, blinking at the empty space where the bills had been.

I was finished doubting myself.

After work, I stopped by the hardware store. By that evening, a discreet camera was mounted in the hallway, angled perfectly toward the hook where I always hung my purse.

I left my wallet exactly as usual, cash arranged neatly, practically inviting whoever had been taking it.

I hated that it had come to this. But I felt like I had no other option.

Then I climbed into bed and lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, telling myself that by morning, I’d finally have answers.

At sunrise, I opened the security footage on my laptop while the coffee machine hummed, bracing myself to see one of my kids tiptoeing down the hallway in the dark.

Instead, what appeared on the screen made me slam my mug down so hard coffee splattered across the counter.

It wasn’t the kids. It was Peter.

He paused outside each of their bedrooms, checking the doors, before moving quietly to my purse. He unzipped my wallet, slid out a stack of bills, and tucked them into his jacket pocket without the slightest hesitation.

Then he took his keys from the hook and walked out the front door as if the night belonged to him.

The timestamp read 2:07 a.m. My husband had been slipping out in the middle of the night while I slept beside him, unaware.

I rewound the clip. Watched it again. And again. As if replaying it might turn him into someone else.