Someone Had Been Watching Me for Months – When I Finally Checked My Doorbell Camera, I Never Imagined Who I’d See

My name is Caitlin, and at 32, I was finally learning how to breathe again. My divorce had been finalized three months ago after five brutal years of marriage, and I was rebuilding my life one careful piece at a time.

I worked as a senior marketing manager at VT Technologies, a prestigious tech firm that had become my sanctuary during the most difficult period of my separation.

My boss, Marcus, was everything you’d want in a leader. At 38, he was the youngest VP the company had ever had, charismatic and brilliant in ways that made everyone admire him.

His office displayed photos of his wife, Rachel, and their two young kids, and he constantly talked about rushing home for soccer games and school events.

He seemed like the perfect family man.

When my divorce was finalized, Marcus was unexpectedly supportive. He called me into his office one afternoon, his expression genuinely concerned.

“Take whatever time you need, Caitlin,” he’d said, leaning forward with his hands clasped. “Your mental health matters more than any deadline.

I’ll make sure the team covers for you.”Continue reading…