Fear and curiosity engulfed me at the same time. Made it step by step to the wooden door. It was open, and a narrow band of light escaped into the hallway.<\/p>\n
I leaned against the doorframe, my breath labored. My gaze fell on the silhouette of my husband, Adri\u00e1n, standing in his mother\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t noticed my presence, too absorbed in what he was doing.<\/p>\n
In the dimness, I saw him clearly: he was sitting next to Elena\u2019s bed, squeezing her hand with a disturbing intensity, unbecoming of a worried son.<\/p>\n
At first, I tried to convince myself that maybe she was feeling ill, that she needed support.<\/p>\n
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But his gestures weren\u2019t those of a son toward a mother.<\/p>\n
Those clasped hands were too close, those glances carried something I couldn\u2019t name except as forbidden.<\/p>\n
Then I heard those sounds again: whispers, shallow breaths, a restrained intimacy that chilled my blood.<\/p>\n
An icy chill ran through my body.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t believe it. On my first wedding night, in a house that still smelled of flowers and was filled with wedding gifts, my husband was there\u2026 with his mother.<\/p>\n
I wanted to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. I felt like the floor was crumbling beneath my feet.<\/p>\n
I took a step back, but the door creaked softly.<\/p>\n
At that moment, Adrian abruptly looked up. His eyes met mine through the crack of light.<\/p>\n
I saw panic, guilt, and also anger in them. Elena turned too, pale as wax, and quickly pulled her hand from his.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara\u2026\u201d Adrian murmured in a choked voice.<\/p>\n
I ran back to our room, tears spilling down my cheeks.<\/p>\n
I wanted to wake up and discover it was all a nightmare. But it wasn\u2019t. I heard his footsteps in the hallway, hurried and heavy.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara, let me explain!\u201d his voice came through the door. \u201cIt\u2019s not what you think!\u201d<\/p>\n
But how could it be anything else? The image was too clear, the gestures too obvious.<\/p>\n
I spent the whole night sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless, my soul shattered.<\/p>\n
When the first light of dawn entered through the window, I realized I was no longer the same woman who had been wearing the wedding dress just hours before.<\/p>\n
Something inside me had died forever.<\/p>\n
The next day, before the guests returned for the banquet, I silently gathered some of my things and left the house.<\/p>\n
Adrian was waiting for me at the door, his eyes red from lack of sleep, but he couldn\u2019t utter a single word.<\/p>\n
Some might say I ran away. I prefer to think I saved my soul. Because what I saw that night I will never forget.<\/p>\n
And still today, a question torments me: Since when did all this happen, even before the wedding?<\/p>\n
And, above all, was I just a piece in a sick game that I never understood?<\/p>\n