Now that question took on a completely different meaning.
I went back home without telling him anything.
Ethan was preparing breakfast.
When she saw me come in, she smiled.
—Good morning, my little wife.
I went over and hugged him.
He didn’t notice that my hands were trembling.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
-Perfectly.
It was the first lie he had told her in six years.
During the following days I pretended to be normal.
But I began to observe.
I discovered that Ethan was checking my correspondence.
I also found documents about my properties in a drawer that I had never seen before.
And then something even more disturbing appeared.
A folder.
Inside were copies of bank documents, information about my accounts, and a list of my assets.
But at the end of that folder there was a sheet of paper that left me completely paralyzed.
It was a draft of a legal document.
And my name appeared.
