Leaving the room of her dying husband, Anna was already preparing to go home when she suddenly overheard a secret conversation between two hospital orderlies. The moment she realized what they were talking about, she was struck with sheer horror. 😨😱
After saying goodbye to the dying man, Anna stepped outside the hospital, barely noticing tears streaming down her cheeks. She walked slowly, as if her legs no longer obeyed her, and stopped by the wall of the building to catch her breath.
Just six months earlier, Mark had been strong and confident. He laughed, made plans, promised they had a long life ahead of them. Anna believed him completely. He was always there, always protecting her, always knowing the right words to say.
Now he lay in intensive care. A white room. Cold light. Tubes, wires, machines breathing for him.
“Everything will be fine,” Mark whispered when she squeezed his hand. “We’ll get through this.”
Anna nodded, even though she knew it wasn’t true. The doctors had been honest. The disease was progressing too fast. A donor had never been found. There was almost no time left.
She went outside. It was early winter. People hurried past, busy with their own lives. The world kept moving—as if nothing had happened.
Anna sat down on a bench near the hospital building and covered her face with her hands. Tears flowed freely. She didn’t try to stop them.
After a few minutes, it became a little easier. She took a deep breath and was about to stand up when she heard voices behind the wall.
Two orderlies were standing around the corner of the building, unaware of her presence. They were speaking quietly, but every word was perfectly clear.
When Anna realized what they were talking about, she was horrified. 😨😱
“His wife isn’t suitable as a donor anyway,” one of them said tiredly.
“Yes, the tests are bad. Such a pity… and basically, he has no other options.”
Anna flinched. Her heart began to pound.
“You don’t know?” the second one lowered her voice. “His mistress came in yesterday. She was tested for compatibility.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely. She’s a perfect match. Completely healthy kidneys.”
Anna struggled to breathe. Her ears began to ring.
“Then why aren’t they doing the surgery?” the first one asked.
“The patient refused. He said he’d rather die than let his wife find out about the mistress.”
A brief silence followed.
“What about anonymous donation?” one of them added uncertainly.
“Who knows… He’s stubborn. And after that—it’s no longer our problem.”
“Poor wife…”
The voices faded away, leaving Anna standing there, unable to feel her legs. The world around her seemed to freeze. Only her heart thudded dully in her chest.
He was dying not because there was no way out. There was a way out. He had simply chosen silence.
Anna stared at the door of the intensive care unit, unable to understand which feeling was stronger—
the pain of knowing her husband had betrayed and lied to her,
or the fragile hope that he could still be saved. 💔
