A few minutes later, Robert came back and lay down beside me.
He gently stroked my hair for a long time.
Then he whispered:
“Forgive me, sweetheart.”
The following morning, while he was taking a shower, I opened his suitcase.
Inside, I found a black folder.
There was a photograph of a beautiful woman wearing a hotel employee’s uniform, several bank documents, and a contract written in my name.
But the most terrifying thing was on the last page of the folder.
It said:
“Margaret Wilson. Final decision: October 20. No changes permitted.”
Robert’s signature appeared underneath.
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Robert saw the folder in my hands.
His face turned pale.
“Margaret… Oh my God… What have you done?”
I tried to speak, but no words came out.
He approached me, took the documents from my hands, and said something that completely convinced me that my husband was planning something terrible.
Volví a la cama y fingí estar dormido.
