I decided immediately: I would go and see for myself.

One evening, I opened the app and saw that he was heading to that address again. My heart pounded with jealousy and anger — I was sure I would see a hotel or a house where his mistress was waiting. But when I arrived, it turned out to be an old wooden house with a crooked shed.

I walked slowly into the yard. It was silent, only the boards creaked under my feet. The door to the house was unlocked, and I carefully opened it.

At first, the smell hit me. Heavy, suffocating, rotten. I thought of mold, dampness, an abandoned house. But the further I went inside, the stronger the smell became.