After We Got Married, I Moved Into My Husband’s House — Then Our Neighbor’s Dog Exposed What He Was Hiding Behind the Locked Basement Door

“Hey,” I called out to Michael, who was in the kitchen organizing my mugs.

“What’s this room?”

Michael glanced over.

His expression didn’t shift, but I swear something flickered in his eyes.

“Oh. That’s just the basement,” he said easily.

“I set it up for myself.”

“For what?” I asked.

I nodded.

After all, men like having their own space. My dad had his workshop.

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