I always thought our marriage was solid, built on trust and the quiet comfort of our home in the suburbs. However, looking back, the signs were there. My wife, Sarah, started developing a strange obsession with late-night walks, claiming she needed the evening air to clear her head. What I did not know was that she was heading straight to the smoky roadside stall of the local mutura vendor.
The discovery happened on a Tuesday night that I will never forget. I had returned home early from a business trip, intending to surprise her. When I found the house empty, a cold knot of anxiety formed in my stomach. I remembered her recent distant behaviour and the way she would smile at her phone. Driven by a gut feeling I could not ignore, I walked down to the market square.
There, under the dim yellow light of a flickering bulb, I saw…CONTINUE READING
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