My Husband Took the Day Off to Cook Thanksgiving Dinner – but What I Saw on Our Kitchen Camera Ruined Everything

On Thanksgiving morning, my husband promised me the perfect holiday. By evening, I was serving the truth instead of turkey.

Eric woke up early — cooking, humming, acting like the husband I’d always hoped he’d become. He told me to relax, get coffee, enjoy my day. It felt strange, but sweet. I wanted to believe him.

While sitting at a café, I opened our nanny cam to check on the house.

That’s when I saw her.

A woman walked into my kitchen like she owned it — confident, familiar, smiling. Eric followed, wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed her, and started preparing two turkeys — one for our family dinner, one for their private feast the next day.

They laughed about how “clueless” I was.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t confront him. I simply saved the footage.

And I waited.

That evening, the house smelled incredible. Family gathered. Eric soaked in the praise, bragging about “spoiling his wife.” I smiled, played along, and let him enjoy his fantasy.

After dessert, I stood up, raised my glass, and said:

“Before my toast… I want to show you all something.”

I pressed play.

The room went silent as my husband’s affair played out on the TV — in our kitchen, on our holiday, in front of both families.

When it ended, I looked at him and said calmly:

“Happy Thanksgiving, Eric. And get out.”

He left with nothing.

And I realized I hadn’t lost a thing — except a man who never deserved me.