My husband started visiting his mother suspiciously often: at first, I didn’t pay it much attention, but one day, out of simple curiosity, I decided to follow him 
If I’d known then what a terrible secret I’d learn that day, I probably wouldn’t have gone 
From the outside, we always seemed like the perfect couple. Friends said we were lucky to have each other, that we had a calm and strong family.
But, like everyone else, we had our quarrels, misunderstandings, and ordinary everyday problems at home. Nothing critical, until two years ago, when things began to change dramatically.
My husband began disappearing more and more often to his mother’s. He said he was going to help her with the housework.
She lived alone, without her husband, on the outskirts of a small town nearby. At first glance, it all seemed quite noble. Helping your mother seemed like a sacred duty.
The town was very close, just a twenty-minute drive away. But here’s what was strange.
Previously, my husband visited her once every couple of weeks, but in the last six months, he’d started going almost every day after work, and on weekends, he’d be there from morning until night.
My friends were the first to ask questions.
