I secretly went to our country house without telling my husband to find out what he was doing there. When I opened the door, I was overcome with real horror

Part 2: Mark’s silence hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating the once warm atmosphere of our home. His eyes darted from the stolen goods scattered around the house to my face, trying to find a way out of the trap he had set for himself. But there was no escaping now.