The Woman Next Door: My Husband's Mistress Was Me

I was stalked by a creep for two straight weeks.

He wore a black trench coat, haunting me like a ghost that refused to disappear.

To protect myself, I set a trap in the underground parking garage, blasted him in the face with high-concentration pepper spray, and called the police.

I thought the nightmare was over — until a woman moved in next door.

She told me with red-rimmed eyes that the creep was actually her cheating husband.

I believed her. We formed an alliance and installed a hidden camera in the hallway to catch his mistress.