A Stranger’s Advice to Install a Hidden Camera in My Dying Husband’s Ward Revealed a Shocking Truth

Diana was getting ready to say goodbye to her husband at the hospital, which was a very painful process. It is your right to be able to get accurate knowledge. A stranger walked up to her and whispered the horrible words, “Put a hidden camera in his room.” At the time, she was having a hard time accepting the fact that he only had a few weeks to live.

I never thought my life would end in the hallway of a hospital. “Stage four cancer…metastasized,” the doctor said, and those words stuck in my mind like a death warning. He’s going to die in a few weeks.After getting the news, I lost all hope for Eric and my future together. After 15 years of marriage, there were only a few days left. When the golden band was on my ring, it felt heavy, like it was full of memories of better times. Among these were our first dance together, the quiet coffee we drank in the morning, and the time he stroked my hair when I was upset.

As I watched other families go by, my stomach began to turn. There were people who were crying, people who were laughing, and people who were stuck in that strange place between hope and despair. I knew I had to leave before things went completely crazy.

As I stumbled through the automatic doors, the air felt like it was lightly touching my face in late September. I was a little surprised by the feeling. I used my legs to get to a bench near the door, but when I got there, I fell down instead of sitting down. The long, wavy shadows that the setting sun cast across the hospital grounds showed me how much pain I was feeling inside.

That’s when she came.

She did not seem very interesting at first. In her late forties, she looked like any other nurse. She wore blue scrubs. Her tired eyes looked like they were reflecting something.

She wore shoes that were good for people who spend a lot of time on their feet and pulled her silver-streaked hair back into a bun. The person really looks good in her shoes. And she sat down next to me without asking. It was both annoying and comfortable to have her there.

He needs to have a hidden camera put in his room, she said softly. “He is not terminal.”

The words hurt like a scald from a hot shower. “Pardon me?” There is not much time left for my boyfriend to live. The medical doctors agreed with it. How brazen are you?

She looked right at me and said, “Believing is seeing.” “I work at this place evenings.” What’s going on is very clear to me. Some parts don’t make sense with the rest. You have the right to know the truth, so I’ll tell you anything.

Before I could answer, she got up and left, going through the hospital doors like a ghost. I still don’t know what happened.

That night, I’m in bed, and my mind is going fast. Eric’s memories of the day he was labeled were directly at odds with what the stranger said, which he said over and over again. I could feel the doctor’s pain in his face as he told me the bad news. He had my hand in his.

The thing she said, “He is not dying,” wasn’t clear. On the other hand, the idea seemed impossible to achieve, but the question never went away. When I put in my credit card information, my hands were shaking because I had just ordered a small camera online for fast delivery the next morning.

Early the next morning, I sneaked into his room while Eric was getting checked out by the doctor.

It was shaking while I put the small camera on the ledge among the lilies and roses in the vase. Though every move I made hurt, I knew that a greater power was pulling me forward.

“I’m sorry,” I said, but I wasn’t sure if it was to Eric or to myself. Which person I was sorry to wasn’t known to me.

After a little more than an hour, Eric went back to bed. He looked a little pale and sad. He looked more fragile and small in his hospital clothes. He asked, “Where were you?” with a shaking voice.

During the whole talk, I lied and said, “I’m just getting a coffee.” “What happened with the scan?”

As he turned over in bed, the blankets made a small rustling sound. He was in a lot of pain. “Exhausting.” Things are getting worse. I just need some time to rest and get better.

I said “yes” while holding his hand. Once you say “certainly,” you can blow off steam.

I went home that night and made sure Eric was as comfy as he could be. Then I laid down on my bed. When I went to the camera stream and the blue light from my laptop hit my face, my heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my throat. The flash from the camera made my face go blind.

There was nothing going on for hours. I felt stupid for listening to a stranger while nurses came and went while Eric slept.

After that, things changed a lot when nine o’clock came around.

A female patient came into the room through the open door. She was tall, but she looked beautiful in her leather coat and was sure of herself. What happened next made my blood freeze. As she walked to Eric’s bed, the light hit her dark hair because it was styled so well.

My husband Eric sat up with his back straight even though it looked like he was “dying.” What was found didn’t need any work. Not at all painful. He looked like he was happy. an unusual kind of happiness on the man’s face who was getting close to the end of his life.

He got up and gently hugged her. He wasn’t weak at all. To do this, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. During their kiss, my wedding band burned on my finger, which hurt a lot.

I wasn’t able to record the sound of their conversation because the camera missed their natural and friendly body language. This broke my heart as I watched them both.

He carefully hid the papers she gave him under his mattress until she came back and gave them to him. Because they seemed to have very important goals, I was interested in what those goals were.

As I walked back to Eric’s room the next morning, my chest tightened when I realized I shouldn’t have known the private details. He was back to being human, which meant he was pale, weak, and couldn’t keep his balance.

He said, “Good morning, my love,” and then he reached for the water glass with hands that were just barely shaking. “Unfortunate evening.” The pain is getting worse.

I was going to yell at him and grab him by the collar to get him to explain what was going to happen. Instead, I smiled, and my face felt like it was made of broken glass. “I’m sorry to hear that. Regarding your help, is there anything I can do?”

I could see him doing a great job with his role while he was shaking his head. How many times had I cried myself to sleep because I was so sure this was real? How many times had I prayed for a miracle through the night, knowing that he was probably working with his lover, whom he kept a secret?

At dark, I turned around and went back to my house. While I was waiting in the parking lot, I hid my phone so that I could be ready to record the truth. It was planned for his lover to be there, which I knew.

It’s true that the woman in the leather coat who walked around the hospital like she was a patient did pay a visit.

While following her this time, I stayed completely still and made sure I was close enough to hear her clearly.

They could be heard from the ward through a door that was only slightly open. She spoke like a businessman when she said, “Everything is fine,” and “the insurance money will be sent overseas when you die.” We are now close to beginning our new life.

Eric replied with a lot of energy and feeling. “That is really amazing, Victoria.” Dr. Matthews did exactly what he was supposed to do. He finally agreed with the diagnosis, even though it cost me a lot of money. It was well worth it. If we behave in this way for a few more days, we will be free right away. Diana won’t give anyone a chance to doubt her. She is working on planning my funeral right now.

“The widow who is in mourning, despite the fact that her husband is still alive!” Victoria gave a soft laugh.

“You should have seen her expression when she visited me today.” I love you very much and worry a lot about you. I really want to feel sorry for the poor thing. He laughed out loud.

For fifteen years of marriage, the high point was when they pulled off a con. Their casually cruel comments cut deeper than any other kind of sharp object. Even though my eyes were filled with pure pain, I held back tears because it wasn’t the right time.

Now was the time to get back at them.

As I thought about each part and wrote it down on my phone, my ideas were already coming together to form a plan. Did they seem interested in playing games? Not a problem; I’ve also played sports before.

I want to thank all of Eric’s family, friends, and coworkers who have ever told me they were worried about him. They made the calls I made the next day.

Eric’s mother sobbed into a napkin while she stood there with his parents next to his bed. People at work said they were sorry in quiet tones. My college friends told me about all the fun times they had with each other. By the evening, all of the guests were in Eric’s room.

As more people showed up, I could see fear creeping into Eric’s eyes, but he seemed grateful for the help and did his part by acting weak and thankful.

Eric’s kids got bigger. “Diana, what are you working on?” ‘

The room wasn’t organized in any way.

As his mom cried some more, her tears turned into angry screams. You have no right to make us go through this with the person you’re married to.

Two of Eric’s brothers had to do what they were told while their father was restrained. Victoria arrived at the same time and stopped when she realized their plan had gone horribly wrong. She stood by the door.

The next day, I filed for divorce even though I hadn’t seen him since the day before. I then walked back to the bench outside the hospital to see the nice stranger who had saved me from the worst deception of my life.

This time, the same woman who had warned me before sat next to me, but she seemed more calm.

As I watched the sun go down, I told it, “Thank you. You saved me from a strange kind of grief.” The sky turned into a palette of beginnings and endings.

In the evening, as I drove home, I had my wedding ring in my pocket. The thought of everything I had lost and won in life was heavy.

As the sun went down, bright orange and red colors lit up the sky. I felt like I could breathe again for the first time in weeks.