The Night I Locked My Wife in the Storage Room — and the Morning That Changed Everything

When I opened the door the next morning, the room was empty. Anita was gone.

Panic gripped me. I ran to my mother, and we called everyone we could think of. A neighbor finally told us she had seen Anita the previous night, crying as she dragged a small suitcase down the road.

“She took a taxi,” the neighbor said. “Said she was going back to her parents. Said her in-laws treated her like a servant.”

My hands went cold.

When I finally reached her by phone, her voice was flat. “I’m at my parents’ house. In a few days, I’ll file for divorce. Our son is with me. The property will be divided equally.”

I felt the world crumble around me.

The Consequences of My Choices

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