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

He was trying to keep everything exactly as it was.

Frozen in time.

Where did that leave me?

Then I heard the door upstairs open.

Michael’s voice floated down.

My heart hammered. I should have moved, but I just stood there, frozen, holding a bin labeled “Scarves and gloves.”

His footsteps slowed when he reached the basement door.

Then stopped completely.

“Why is this door open?” he asked, his voice tight.

“Rachel? Rachel! Answer me.”

I said nothing.

I set the bin down. The sound echoed around me.

His footsteps thundered as he came down the stairs.

“You kept everything, didn’t you?” I asked, not turning around.

“I can explain,” he said quickly.

“This speaks louder than words.” I gestured to the bins and boxes surrounding us.

That landed.

His shoulders slumped.

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