We had been married for 3 years, the love was still intense, when suddenly one day my husband, with a serious expression, said:
“I want to sleep alone for a while…”
I froze. For a woman, hearing that is like a bolt from the blue. I cried, I got angry, I even resisted with all my might, but he stood firm. In the end, helpless, I had to accept.
But doubts simmered inside me. I wondered, “Does he have another woman on the outside? Does he already feel repulsed by me?” The suspicions gnawed at me day and night, robbing me of sleep and my appetite.
One night, taking advantage of the fact that my husband wasn’t home, I dared to hire a worker to make a small hole, the size of a thumb, in the corner of his bedroom wall.
The next night, my heart pounding, I leaned closer and pressed my eye against the hole. I was trembling from head to toe.
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