I came back home after work, but no one was there, and the apartment was in a terrible state. 😳My wife’s phone was turned off… 😔

I’ve been married for three years. My wife and I met at work—an ordinary story: joint projects, shared lunches, long conversations. After the wedding, life changed.

She got pregnant and went on maternity leave, and all the financial burdens fell on my shoulders. My workdays started to feel like a routine: morning at the office, evening at home. My wife took care of the house, stayed with our son, cooked dinner, and I knew that when I came home, I would be greeted by familiar comfort.

But that evening was strange from the start.

I opened the entrance door, went up to the floor, and rang the doorbell as usual. Silence. I knocked—still no answer. Maybe she’s in the bathroom? But she always hears my footsteps. I took out my keys and entered.

The scene that unfolded before me knocked the wind out of me. The TV was on. The fridge door was slightly open. On the floor were scattered items: t-shirts, towels, children’s toys.

I stepped further, peeked into the bathroom—there was a puddle of water. It seemed like someone had hurriedly jumped out of there.

Where is my wife? Where is my son?

My mind was racing. The first thing that came to my mind was a robbery. But we don’t have money or valuables in the house. Then what happened? Why does everything look like someone was fleeing, leaving everything behind?

With trembling fingers, I dialed my wife’s number. Tones. Then, a cold, indifferent voice from the voicemail: “The subscriber is temporarily unavailable.”

My heart was pounding like crazy. Maybe I was only a few minutes late? Maybe if I had come earlier, I could have changed something?

At that moment, I heard footsteps behind me.

“Oh, honey, you’re already home?” Her voice rang out.
I turned around sharply. My wife was standing in the doorway with a shopping bag. Calm. Smiling.

“What happened here? Where is our son? Why is your phone off?!”

She calmly took off her jacket, put the bag on the table.

“How was your day?”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“What happened?! WHERE IS THE CHILD?!”

My wife looked at me, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Calm down. He’s at my mom’s. I just went out to the store for half an hour.”

“And… what about this mess?”

She smiled and sat down on the couch.

“You should ask me what I’ve been doing today.”

I frowned.

“What?”

My wife stretched, yawned sweetly, and with a smile said:

“Nothing. I was just resting.”

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