“One Night, I Heard My Husband Tell My Younger Sister, ‘Come to My Room at Midnight. This Time, We Have to Finally Do It.’ I Thought They Were Having an Affair. But When I Looked Through the Keyhole, I Saw My Husband Lying on the Floor—and My Sister Holding a Large Pair of Scissors…”

Everything blurred before my eyes.

At that moment, I heard Robert’s voice behind me.

“Elizabeth…”

I turned around.

He was standing in the doorway.

“What is this?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Robert remained silent for a long  time.

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Then he slowly sat down in a chair.

“Three months ago, the doctors diagnosed me with skin cancer.”

I froze.

“What…?”

“They performed several surgeries. They removed dangerous growths from my back and hand. Sophia used to be a nurse. She was helping me change the dressings because I couldn’t reach the wounds myself.”

I remembered the scene at midnight.

The  scissors.

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The bloodstained cotton.

His groans of pain.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

Tears filled Robert’s eyes.

“Because I remembered how we lost our son ten years ago. You couldn’t sleep for months afterward. I didn’t want you to go through that same nightmare again.”