It was still connected to my cloud account.
Later that night, after speaking with my attorney, I accessed the synchronized backups.
More than thirty videos were saved there.
In one, Jessica was on her knees scrubbing tile grout with a tiny brush while Carmen mocked her from behind the camera.
“Just look at her complaining about being tired when her hard-working husband fully supports her every single day,” Carmen laughed in the recording.
Another showed Olivia struggling to wring out a heavy wet towel over a bucket.
While I proudly told myself that I provided a good life for my family, Jessica had been carrying the consequences of my cowardice alone.
The officers instructed everyone not to touch or remove anything until statements were recorded.
Carmen immediately demanded to pack her belongings.
“This whole thing is just an absurd circus caused by one dramatic woman,” my mother muttered bitterly.
The officer cut her off.
