The door opened slowly…
And what she saw inside was nothing like what she imagined.
The living room… was empty.
No more sofa. No more table. No more photos hanging on the wall.
As if someone had erased their lives, piece by piece.
His heart sank.
— “What is…?”
Then she heard a voice behind her.
— “Come in.”
She turned around abruptly.
It was her.
The woman.
Calm. Right. But this time, there was something different in his eyes.
No superiority. No contempt.
Just… a form of gravity.
The children clung to their mother.
— “Mom… I’m scared…”
She hugged them tightly, then took a step inside.
Every step resounded in the void.
“Where is he?” she asked, her voice dry.
A short silence.
Then the answer came.
“He will not return.”
A shiver ran down his spine.
“What do you mean…?”
The woman took a deep breath, as if she was preparing to say something heavy.
— “He’s gone. But not in the way you think.”
The mother’s heart was beating faster and faster.
— “Stop talking in riddles. Tell me clearly what’s going on.”
The woman nodded slightly.
Then she took a folder out of her bag.
A thick file.
— “First of all… You must know one thing. I’m not his mistress.”
The world seemed to stop.
