I waited a bit and drove after him.
As I approached the house, my heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. I felt like I was about to discover something terrible, but I couldn’t stop. I walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and went inside.
In that moment, I realized I was wrong to expect to find a mistress there. Because what I saw was far worse 
The house was filled with electronics. Brand-new TVs, laptops, tablets, cameras, tools still in their packaging. In the corners were bags containing jewelry—watches, chains, earrings. On the table and in drawers were stacks of cash. There was so much that my legs nearly gave out.
It didn’t look like a hobby, a business, or casual storage. It looked like a warehouse.
I didn’t cause a scene. I decided to confront my husband directly. When Mark came back, I simply asked:
“Explain to me what all this is.”
At first, he tried to joke it off. Then he said they were “temporary items” and that I didn’t understand. But when I told him I had seen everything with my own eyes, he fell silent.
And then he told me the truth.