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HE LEANED OVER HIS DYING WIFE AND SAID SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER DARED TO SAY TO HER FACE. BUT HE HAD NO IDEA THAT SOMEONE WAS HIDING UNDER THE BED\u2026 AND HEARD EVERYTHING.\u00a0He\u2019d been here more than once before, and every time this place filled him with nothing but a nagging sense of irritation and fatigue. This time, he carried a bouquet of flowers, hastily bought on the way over. He knew Larisa probably wouldn\u2019t be able to see them or even smell them anymore, but to show up in front of the doctors and family empty-handed would have seemed strange. Especially now, when his wife had been lying there dying for a month. As Kyrylo climbed the stairs, his thoughts began to return to the grim reality. Every single day Larisa spent in this private clinic cost him a fortune. How much longer would this go on? Larisa hadn\u2019t shown any signs of improvement in a long time, yet everyone around him kept pushing optimistic predictions, which demanded even more financial investment. He thought about all the possibilities that would open up if Larisa died\u2014her apartment, her money, all the real estate, and the business would become his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had visited the hospital countless times, each trip leaving him with the same blend of irritation and exhaustion.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cyril always opted for the stairs over the elevator\u2014not for fitness, but to avoid small talk, sympathetic glances, or the obligation to feign concern.Today, he brought a small bouquet of white roses. Larissa, his wife, had been unconscious for weeks and wouldn\u2019t notice them. Still, the flowers projected the right image\u2014for the doctors, for her relatives. Appearances had to be maintained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every day she remained alive drained his finances further. The machinery, the medications, the constant care\u2014it was more than he wanted to keep paying for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet everyone still clung to the idea of hope. Everyone except him.What if Larissa didn\u2019t make it? Her estate, her wealth, her business empire\u2014all of it would become his. The thought brought an uncomfortable mix of guilt and relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he entered her room, he leaned close to her still form. \u201cLarissa,\u201d he murmured, \u201cI never truly loved you\u2014not the way you believed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His voice shook. \u201cThis illness has bled me dry. If you\u2019d just\u2026 slip away\u2026 everything would be simpler.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Larissa\u2019s father arrived, Cyril played the devoted husband. But Mirabel, troubled by his words, warned Harland: \u201cHe said he\u2019d be better off if she died.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Harland acted swiftly. As Larissa awoke, Cyril broke\u2014memories, shame, regret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stayed. And in that fragile space, healing quietly began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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