Waking up in the middle of the night, his wife felt a sharp, unpleasant light—so bright it pierced her closed eyelids.
Her husband had probably fallen asleep at the computer again, as he often did lately. He’d started working late, staying up late, and sometimes simply falling asleep before reaching bed.
His wife had gotten used to it and attributed it to fatigue. It was 2:30 a.m.
She got up, wrapping herself in a warm robe, and quietly walked to the desk to wake her husband and put him to bed.
He was asleep, his face buried in his hands, his breathing uneven. His wife was about to take his shoulder, but his gaze fell past the computer screen.
Something strange caught her eye on the bright screen. She moved closer to examine it and was horrified by what she saw.
Her husband was keeping a terrible secret from her, a secret she should never have known 😱😨
A bright blue chat window. The sender’s name was “Dr. Antonova.” The last message blinked unread.
Her wife leaned closer—and instantly her heart sank.
“Stage four. Dizziness and fainting are expected symptoms. We have very little time left. I urge you to tell your wife and complete the paperwork. Treatment at a clinic in Israel may slow down the process, but the chances are slim…”
She stood motionless, as if the world around her had frozen. Several more tabs were open to the left of the chat window. The titles seemed to scream:
“Best Foreign Cancer Centers”
“Emergency Treatment Quotas”
“Patient Reviews” Stage 4″
“How to Ease the Pain at Home”
On several pages, she saw something that took her breath away: loan forms, applications to charities, letters requesting consultations. The dates were recent. He had done this secretly, at night, while she slept next to him, unsuspecting.
She slowly sank into a chair. Her hands trembled, her eyes filled with tears. He wasn’t hiding his infidelity or his double life from her—he was hiding the death that had quietly approached their home.
She looked at her husband—at his tired face, his sunken cheekbones, the grayish skin she had previously attributed to stress. Now everything was becoming obvious.
Her husband didn’t want to frighten her. He didn’t want her to suffer prematurely. He wanted to fight alone, as long as he had the strength.