It turned out Mark had been fired almost two years earlier. He hadn’t told anyone. At first, he tried to find another job. Then he started taking out loans. And when the money ran out, he made a choice that changed everything.
For the past two years, he had been burglarizing houses. He picked empty properties, watched the owners, broke in at night, and took everything valuable. He sold some items right away and stored the rest in our country house to sell gradually without attracting attention.
I looked at the man I had been living with and didn’t recognize him. The house I believed was safe had become a storage space for stolen goods. The person I trusted had been living a double life, risking his freedom every single day.
In that moment, I realized something: I would rather he had a mistress. Because this truth was far more terrifying.
