The hospital ward was silent — only the faint hum of machines and the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor broke the stillness.
For nearly three months, the woman had lain motionless. Her husband came every day, holding her hand, whispering words of devotion, and resting his head beside hers.
To everyone around, he was the picture of unwavering love and loyalty.
But appearances can deceive.
The Farewell
When doctors finally told him that there was no hope, that her organs were slowly shutting down, the man broke down in tears. His cries echoed down the corridor — raw, heart-wrenching, seemingly genuine.
He begged the doctors to let him have one last moment alone with her.
They agreed.
Inside the dimly lit room, he clutched her cold hand, kissed her forehead, and bent close to her ear. His lips trembled — but what came out of his mouth wasn’t a farewell of love.
“Now all your property belongs to me. Goodbye, dear.”
His voice was low, venomous — meant for her alone.
What he didn’t know was that someone was listening.
