When I went to my grandmother’s house to gather her final possessions after her funeral, the neighbor interrupted me and asked, “Do you know what your husband did here while your grandmother was still alive?” 
The only close person I had in this life, my grandma, suffered a terrible burial. Fortunately, my husband was there to assist me the entire time, as I was barely able to stand.
He continued saying, “We need to sell your grandmother’s house in the village as soon as possible,” after the funeral. You need it, but why? It is merely a burden.
I initially hesitated since my spirit resided in the house where I had spent the happiest years of my childhood. But I eventually gave in to his pressure.
I went to the village a few weeks later to collect the remaining items. My grandmother’s elderly neighbor stopped me as I got close to the gate.
She whispered softly, “My condolences for your loss, my dear.”
I answered, “Thank you, grandma.”
However, are you aware of what your spouse did here when your grandmother was still living?
I went cold. Her words sounded like ice in my chest.
What do you mean? — I said, my voice shaking.
All the neighbor could do was sigh, shake her head, and look away.
I was shocked by what I saw as I entered the house.
Everything appeared to be the same at first, even the creaky floor and the old stove. However, as soon as I climbed into the attic, I was confronted by a terrifying scene.
There was a wardrobe in the corner. I had shivers as I opened it since my grandmother’s things, including her clean dresses, cozy sweaters, and favorite embroidered blouse, were ripped, filthy, and some had even been cut with a knife.
Her broken glasses and the shattered tea cup she had usually used were in a sack.
I was shaking because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My mind was racing with only one question: who could have done this?
The neighbor, who had trailed me inside, then uttered:
– He arrived here intoxicated. He yelled, pounded his fists against the walls, and vented his rage on your grandmother. I heard everything, yet she never complained. You’re mistaken about how considerate he is.
I felt terrified. I had been living with a man who abused and degraded the person I loved the most in the world all this time. I could feel the ground moving away from me.
