My heart shattered as I lay there, motionless. So the thing slowly killing me… wasn’t stress. And it wasn’t love. It was my husband.”

When officers stormed the house that same night, Travis tried to play the role of the devastated husband. She watched from the police car as he cried fake tears, saying:

“She left me! She’s sick! I was trying to call for help—”

Then Detective Alex Grant stepped forward and played the recording. Travis went dead silent.The fake grief evaporated. His jaw clenched. His eyes turned dead and flat — the real Travis behind the mask.