Elena glanced up for just a moment. Her heart did not race; she felt neither hatred nor jealousy. Just a deep, strange calm, like after a storm that had destroyed everything.
The woman approached the living room and asked in a soft voice:
— “Is Mr. Radu here?”
Elena nodded briefly and gestured for him to come in.
Radu, pale and weak, brightened when he saw her. His smile was brief but sincere — a smile Elena hadn’t seen in many years.
The woman touched his hand and whispered something to him. Elena did not want to hear. She left the room, closed the door quietly, and sat down on a chair in the hallway.
For the first time in twelve years, tears streamed down her face without stopping. Not for him, but for all the lost years trying to hold onto a marriage that had died long ago.
When the woman left, her eyes were red. She passed by Elena without saying a word. At that moment, the two women understood the same thing: Radu’s love had been a lie for both of them.
The days passed heavily. The doctors no longer gave hope. Elena continued to sit by his bedside, with the same oppressive silence.
One night, when everything was quiet and only the machines buzzed softly, Radu took her hand.
— “Elena… I’m sorry…” he whispered in a faint voice.
She looked at him, without tears.
— “Hush, rest.”
But he insisted:
— “You were always there… even when I didn’t deserve it.”
She lowered her head, and after a moment of silence, she said calmly:
— “I know, Radu. And do you know what’s the saddest part? That you lost everything that was real… for something that was never real.”
A few hours later, Radu took his last breath. Elena did not scream, did not cry. She remained still, looking at the gray sky through the window.
The next morning, she went home and cleaned everything: his clothes, documents, photos. Everything that reminded her of a life lived in lies. Then she took a small box, in which she had put all the money saved over the years, and went to the bank.
She bought a small, bright apartment on the outskirts of the city. For herself and the children. There, she felt for the first time that she was truly breathing.
In the evening, watching the sunset from the window of her new beginning, she understood something she had never been able to articulate before: freedom does not come when you leave, but when you stop carrying the burden of those who do not deserve you.
And, for the first time in many years, Elena smiled.
Not for the past, but for everything that was to come.
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