Chapter 3

“I’m sorry. It slipped my mind,” I apologized to the technician and opened the door for him.

“No worries. Just make sure someone is home next time you schedule an appointment.”

I didn’t think that anyone would be home. Whitney must have gone out. I had completely forgotten about the appointment until the technician called.

Although my suspicions had been cleared, it was not a bad idea to install surveillance. Since Whitney and Keith weren’t home, I didn’t see the point of telling them about the camera.

The technician did a great job installing the camera in a discreet spot. The camera was subtly positioned, making it difficult to detect. Once I made sure everything was up and running, I returned to my office.

Of course, I tested the camera, and the footage on my phone was crystal clear.

I expected Whitney and Keith to be home later than me, but I walked into them at the dinner table.

Before I could approach them, Keith said, “You should take a shower and change into a fresh change of clothes, babe. I’ll heat dinner up for you.”

“Alright, honey. I certainly could use a hot shower now.”

Keith’s thoughtfulness was a balm to my weary soul. With a spring in my step, I rushed to the room for a shower and change. I picked out a sexy negligee to slip under my robe before joining them at the dinner table.

By then, Keith and Whitney had finished their meal.

I sat beside Keith, giving him a little sneaky peek of what was beneath my robe. Keith’s breath hitched.

My stomach rumbled, so I sat down and dug in while Whitney urged me to eat up.

It was hard to tell that my sweet and gentle mother-in-law was pretty wild between the sheets, and in the middle of the day too. With that in mind, I could feel my face go flushed. I buried my face in my food, hoping Whitney and Keith didn’t notice my expression.

To my surprise, I caught Keith’s hard-on under the table and blushed even harder.

“You should get some early rest, Mom. We’ll be turning in for the night soon.”

“Alright. I’ll head to bed.”

With Whitney retreating to her room, I heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, I was worried that she would hog the spot between us in bed again.

After dinner, Keith eagerly carried me to our bedroom.

In the aftermath, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom to freshen up. I couldn’t ask for a better husband. Holding onto that thought, I drifted off to dreamland.

Later that night, I woke up groggily to find his side of the bed empty. Figuring that he was probably in the loo, I went back to sleep.

After getting out of bed in the morning, I stepped into the living room and saw Keith tying an apron around Whitney from the front.

I blurted out in surprise, “What are we having for breakfast, honey?”

“Breakfast is almost ready. Take a seat, Naomi.”

Since Keith and Whitney did not seem fazed, I assumed that it was normal behavior.

Over the next week, Keith would urge me to take afternoon naps.

I would find him gone whenever I woke up from my nap, and the noises of pleasure still came from Whitney’s room. Heck, the sounds were getting louder. At night, Keith would dive straight to bed from exhaustion.

Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night to find Keith missing.

I checked the security camera, but the footage was blocked by the plant next to the TV stand, thus I couldn’t get a good look.

Whitney had been acting strangely as of late.

Once, Keith and I were getting our freak on when Whitney swung our bedroom door open, saying she needed him urgently for something. She could have at least knocked.

Another time, I gave Keith a peck at the dinner table. I cocked my head back and met Whitney’s grimacing stare. By the time I took a second glance, the malice on her face had disappeared.

There were many other similar incidents too.

Due to the obstacle in the footage, I had no choice but to let things go.

As luck would have it, my company wanted to send me on a week-long business trip. I could move the plant away from the camera and check the real situation at home while I was away.

That afternoon, I went home and talked about the trip over lunch.

“A week-long business trip, babe?”

“You shouldn’t stop Naomi from taking the trip, Keith. This could be Naomi’s chance to get a promotion. Just let her go. It’s for her career.”

“Yeah, honey. The trip will benefit my career.”

Whitney was excited, but Keith seemed a little down.

After much thought, I decided to confide in Keith about Whitney’s strange behavior.

Keith dismissed my concerns, insisting that he and Whitney were close since they only had each other. He insisted that she was a kind and understanding woman.

I kept Whitney’s bedroom activity to myself. That afternoon, Keith urged me to take a nap as usual.

By the time I woke up, Keith had packed my suitcase for the business trip. The arousing sounds echoed from Whitney’s bedroom like clockwork. I moved the plant elsewhere before heading back to the office.

As it turned out, I was too busy with the business trip to check for the surveillance footage. It hadn’t crossed my mind to do so anyway.

One day, I collapsed at work and woke up in a hospital bed to my colleagues congratulating me on my pregnancy.

I gave Keith a call right away, and he couldn’t be happier.

Hot with emotions, I could even feel Whitney’s excitement through the phone. Whitney offered to move back to her old place for a year to learn childcare skills from other grandmothers.

I was thrilled, albeit a little uneasy. And so, Keith and I enjoyed some peace and privacy for a year until our child was born.