Everyone has secrets, but I never expected mine to be hidden behind a locked door. Connor called it “just storage,” but his dog Max seemed suspicious—constantly sniffing and whining at that door, trying to lead me there. One night, when the door finally creaked open, I discovered Connor was hiding something much bigger.
Have you ever felt something was off but ignored it? That was me with Connor.
We’d been together four months, and he seemed perfect—kind, funny, thoughtful. He knew my coffee order, sent sweet texts, and his golden retriever instantly loved me. “You spoil him,” Connor teased as I gave Max belly rubs.
Connor’s apartment was spotless and modern, except for one thing: that locked door.
I shrugged it off at first—everyone has a messy storage space. Connor laughed it off too. “It’s just junk. Nothing exciting.” But his laugh felt forced.
Every time I stayed over, Max acted like something was behind that door—sniffing, pawing, whining.
One night, looking for a charger, I reached for the door knob. Suddenly, Connor shouted, “DON’T TOUCH THAT!”
He came rushing, panicked and angry. He gripped my wrist firmly, startling me. “I’m sorry, I was just looking for something,” I said.
“That room’s off-limits,” he said sharply, then softened. “It’s embarrassing in there—a total disaster. I don’t want anyone seeing it.” His forced laugh fell flat.
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