I came home from work, and my eyes immediately landed on the bathroom door. It had been completely broken in, the middle smashed, as if someone had punched their way through it 

Barely holding myself together, I called out to my husband:

— What happened to the door?

After his answer, I simply decided to file for divorce. The rest is in the article under the photo 

I came home after an ordinary workday, tired, with a bag of groceries in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Everything was quiet. I instantly felt that something was wrong.

As I walked into the hallway, my gaze stopped on the bathroom door. It… was literally broken in. The entire center was smashed through, like someone had gone through it with their fists or… their body.

Debris was scattered on the floor, and from inside came the smell of broken tiles and something else.

I froze. Then, trying to stay calm, I called out to my husband:

— What happened to the door?

He came out of the bedroom, scratching his head like it was a normal question.

— Oh, right… Funny story. I accidentally locked myself in the bathroom. My phone was in the other room. I started to panic. So… I decided to break the door down. It didn’t go well at first.

I looked at him. Then at the door. Then back at him.

— You just… broke it down?

He shrugged:

— What else was I supposed to do? Stay trapped until you got home?

— You come home only half an hour before I do. When did you even do all this?

He just shrugged and said nothing.

I walked past him silently, took out my laptop, opened the browser, and typed: “How to file for divorce online.” Because in the bathroom mirror, behind the debris, I saw a bottle of women’s perfume that wasn’t mine.

He probably didn’t have time to hide it because of the broken door.