At that moment, I realized I was wrong to expect to find a mistress there. For what I saw was much worse.

The house was full of electronics. Brand-new TVs, laptops, tablets, cameras, tools still in their packaging. In the corners stood bags of jewelry – watches, necklaces, earrings. Stacks of cash lay on the table and in drawers. There was so much that I almost fainted.

It didn’t look like a hobby, a business, or a temporary storage space. It looked like a warehouse.

I didn’t argue. I decided to confront my husband about it directly. When Mark came back, I simply asked him:

Explain to me what all this is.

At first, he tried to laugh it off. Then he said that they were “temporary items” and that I didn’t understand. But when I told him that I had seen everything with my own eyes, he fell silent.