The doctor looked ashamed. He told me Richard had been treated here several times for lung cancer. He also said Larissa’s abortions had been done secretly in this hospital, with a professional medical team. I felt numb at the revelation. Larissa had hidden all this from me for years.
The doctor left quietly, reading the room like a man who had said too much. I tore the IV from my arm and forced myself out of bed in a thin hospital gown. I walked upstairs, but Richard was not in the ward.
My phone buzzed. It was the cemetery manager.
“Mr. Russell, please come quickly. Someone is digging the late Mrs. Russell’s grave!”
My heart froze. I drove to the cemetery as fast as I could. When I arrived, there he was. Richard stood up with his hands on his hips, as if he belonged there.
Richard was directing several workers.
"Dig this grave. This land has a good view. It’s perfect for burying my dog. He'll be reborn as a human in his next life!"
"Richard, what are you doing?"
Without further ado, I rushed over and punched him hard. However, Richard wasn’t surprised at my punch. Instead, he smiled.