Kiril’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but each word resonated heavily in the silent room, like an echo of the dirty truth he had carried for so long.
— I don’t know why I keep stalling with you, Larisa… Maybe because I don’t want to seem like a monster. But I can’t anymore. You’ve kept me in the shadows for years, treated me like an incompetent child, and that business… that business would have been entirely different if it had been in my hands.
Kiril ran his hand through his hair and continued, as if the unconscious woman in front of him were a mute journal that could not respond, but which he could finally fill with what burned inside him.
— I’ve been patient. So patient… Your parents still think of me as an angel. The doctors look at me with compassion. But no one knows how relieving it would be if… if you just left. You would leave everything. To me. As it should have been from the start.
He paused, looking at Larisa’s pale and motionless face. Then he sighed deeply and cleared his throat.
— And you know what’s the most absurd? That, despite everything, at one time I really loved you. Maybe more than you deserve. But now… all I feel is disgust.
He stood up, leaving the bouquet on the nightstand. He took two steps toward the door, but a faint, barely perceptible sound made him turn back. It was a rustle, a sudden movement of the bed linens, almost like a stifled breath.
Kiril froze. He looked around, but saw nothing unusual. Yet something was not right.
He bent down slowly and lifted the corner of the sheet that hung down.
Under the bed, in the darkness, a pair of wide-open eyes stared back at him.
A child.
Emma.
Larisa’s niece, her sister’s daughter, had come to see her aunt. She had hidden under the bed out of shame, fearing she was unwelcome or that she would disrupt the visit. But what she had heard in the last few minutes… was not something a 10-year-old girl should ever have to hear.
The girl’s eyes were wet and wide, and her breath was quick.
— Emma?! Kiril stammered, taking a step back. What… What are you doing there?
The girl said nothing.
She just looked at him.
And in that gaze, Kiril felt true fear for the first time.
Because he knew what was coming.
Emma was going to tell everything. To the parents. To the doctors. To Larisa’s parents. And his image as a “loving husband” was going to collapse like a sandcastle.
For the first time, it was not Larisa who threatened his carefully constructed life.
But someone small, with big eyes and a good memory.
And the truth, once brought to light… could not be shoved back under the bed.
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