When Love Turns to Ashes

On my seventh wedding anniversary, I received a special gift. A dashcam recording from my husband's car, capturing the sounds of him with his new lover.

The whole city knew him as the perfect husband. The man who once flew in two thousand roses for me, who rented out all of Iceland just to show me the Northern Lights.

But in that recording, he gasped and moaned while telling someone else, "Why bring her up? She's so understanding. She never checks up on me."

Expressionless, I saved the evidence and set my plan in motion.