The husband was at work when my father-in-law approached me and said he wanted to show me something strange in the bathroom. I went in — and froze: pieces of tile and chunks of cement were scattered on the floor, and among them lay a plastic bag 😱😱

That day, only the two of us were home. My husband had left early in the morning, and I was doing my usual chores — laundry, cooking, cleaning. Everything was calm until I suddenly felt someone touch my shoulder.

— “Where’s your husband?” — I heard a heavy, hoarse voice behind me.

I turned around sharply — it was my father-in-law. His face was gray, his lips trembling, his eyes darting nervously.

— “At work…” — I replied, confused. — “Did something happen?”

— “Go to the bathroom,” — he said quietly but firmly. — “You need to see it yourself.”

My heart began pounding wildly. A thought flashed through my mind: had he found something related to an affair? But my father-in-law shook his head.

— “No, not that… just go and see.”

I headed to the bathroom. As soon as I walked in, I froze. The wall near the sink was broken, pieces of tile lay everywhere, and the air smelled of cement and dust. Among the debris lay a transparent plastic bag.

My father-in-law silently pointed at it. I knelt down, carefully picked up the bag, and opened it with trembling hands.

What I saw inside left me speechless… 😱😱 I carefully untied the bag, my heart pounding as if ready to burst out of my chest. My father-in-law stood beside me in silence, his face growing paler by the second.

When I lifted the edge of the bag — a sharp, metallic smell hit my nose, like rust and damp earth. Inside, among clumps of dust and cement, I saw something dark. At first, I thought it was a rag, but then I realized… it was hair. Real human hair.

— “What… what is this?!” — I croaked, dropping the bag. — “Where did it come from?!”

My father-in-law sighed heavily, as if gathering his strength:
— “I decided to replace the old pipes. Took off the tiles, and there — in the wall — was this. I didn’t touch anything, I called you right away.”

A chill ran down my spine. I picked up the bag again and looked inside — this time I noticed something shiny. A small pendant. A silver heart, covered in dust, but with an engraved letter “A”.

My breath caught.
— “That’s… mine!” — I whispered. — “My husband gave it to me before the wedding… but I lost it!”

My father-in-law turned to me sharply:
— “Lost it? When?”

— “About two years ago. I thought it just fell off somewhere in the yard…”

He turned even paler.
— “The cement in that wall is more than three years old.”

I stared at him in confusion.
— “You mean… someone put my jewelry in there on purpose?”

He remained silent. His eyes darted around as if he were deciding whether to speak. And then he exhaled:
— “I think your husband did it.”

I recoiled as if struck.
— “What? Why?!”

My father-in-law lowered his gaze.
— “When you two first started dating, he often did something in the bathroom late at night. I thought he was fixing the pipes. Then one day he told me never to go in there again.”

A heavy silence filled the room. Only the ticking clock in the kitchen broke it.

I looked at the bag again. Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t want to believe it, but… besides the hair and pendant, there was something else — an old women’s phone, covered in cement. The screen was cracked, but a sticker was still visible on it: “Lena ❤️”.

I fell to my knees, feeling the ground vanish beneath me. Lena — my husband’s ex-girlfriend. The one who disappeared three years ago and was never found.

My father-in-law slowly sank down beside me.
— “Now you understand why I’ve been shaking since morning,” — he said quietly. — “This isn’t just a repair job. This is someone’s grave inside the wall.”

And as we sat there in the dim light of the bathroom, I heard the slow turn of a key in the front door.
My husband was home. 😱