For months, my boyfriend and I had been talking about moving in together, but he had never delivered on his promises. I became so frustrated that I decided to handle things on my own. In an attempt to become closer to him, I packed up and moved into his apartment without telling him one day while he was at work.
Excitement and nervousness mixed as I got situated. The much-awaited revelation came as a surprise. I was taking a shower when I heard the front door bang, and my boyfriend pulled the curtain aside in a fit of rage. He shouted, “What are you doing here?”
“I moved in because I wanted to surprise you,” I said, trembling. But instead of beaming, his expression twisted in shock. “My spouse and I reside here,” he declared. Startled, I realized that I had stumbled into his covert married existence.
In a state of desperation, I stumbled and said, “You’re married?” His startling reply was, “That’s not important right now.” You must discover an escape route.
I got dressed and gathered my stuff while still in shock. I crept behind him, wondering about the life I had unintentionally entered. I hid in his car with terror and intrigue, and as he drove to an unassuming residence, he revealed terrible facts that would completely upend my world and force me to face an unanticipated reality full of dark truths and complexities.
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