My Husband’s Mistress Demanded To Move In With Us. I Agreed, But I Left Out One Crucial Detail

Packing in the Dark

In the quiet of night, I slipped into the closet, gathering essentials for a time when leaving became necessary.

I packed under the cover of darkness, careful not to make a sound. It felt surreal organizing these belongings, ready for a quick escape.

Each item slipped into the bag brought me closer to being prepared, even though the thought of leaving was scary. I just had to be ready.