As I stood there, heart pounding in my chest, the scene before me was not at all what I had anticipated. Instead of finding another woman, I was faced with something far more unsettling. The house was in complete disarray. Furniture was overturned, papers and clothes were strewn everywhere, and it looked as though a tornado had swept through the place.
My mind raced as I tried to process the chaos in front of me. What on earth had happened here? In the corner of the living room, the walls were covered in what appeared to be cryptic drawings and writings. It was a bizarre collage of symbols and diagrams, all interwoven around a central figure that looked eerily like… my husband.
