I took a deep breath, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room that was eerily silent. My mind raced with the possibilities of what I might find: another woman, perhaps, or a secret life I knew nothing about. But what I discovered was far more shocking, something that shattered my understanding of the man I thought I knew.
The living room was filled with cages—small, rusty cages stacked on top of each other, each containing a different animal. Chickens, rabbits, and even a few exotic birds. The sight was overwhelming, and the smell hit me like a punch in the gut. The once-cozy country house had been transformed into what looked like an amateur animal sanctuary, or perhaps even a smuggling operation.
