I arrived and took a taxi to her house. A two-story house, quiet—very quiet. The garden was beautiful, but lifeless.
I knocked on the door. No one answered. It wasn’t locked, so I went inside.
The house was clean—very clean. But there were no signs that a man lived there. No men’s clothing. No smell of food. No evidence of a shared life.
I went upstairs. One room had only women’s clothes. Another was like an office, completely unused. And the last room… I was speechless.
Boxes. So many boxes. Full of cash.
I stood there, frozen. slk
At that moment, I heard the downstairs door open.
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