When Serena placed a thousand dollars on the table, I realized that my joke had ended at that very moment. The golden forks glittered in the candlelight, while the black tablecloth was slowly becoming wet with spilled champagne. I was still holding my glass, and my red lipstick was applied so precisely, as if nothing in the room had changed.
Ethan and I had been married for six years. That evening, about twenty people had gathered in the closed hall of Veli House, and everyone thought we were celebrating love. In reality, for several months I had been gradually destroying my husband in front of our friends. In messages with Marcy, I called him “spare furniture,” while I insisted to Tessa that Ethan was so boring that even a wall was a more interesting conversationalist.
Ethan said nothing. He had always loved me quietly. In the morning he prepared coffee for me exactly as I liked it, put fuel in the car when I was tired, and remembered doctors’ appointments for me. Once I called this love. Then I convinced myself that quiet love was not love at all.
At ten past nine in the evening, Ethan leaned toward me. The wedding ring on his finger reflected the candlelight.
“Elene, whatever you have planned, please, let’s go outside and talk.”
“Now you want to hide my voice?” I smiled.
“No. I just don’t want us to have to do this in front of everyone.”
There was hurt in his voice, but I took it for weakness.
“It’s too late, Ethan. People are already waiting for you.”
Dessert was brought. Lemon cakes lay on small white plates, and a thin layer of sugar glittered on each one. I stood up and raised my glass.
“Six years taught me many things,” I began in a sweet voice. “Especially how much a woman can endure.”
Several people smiled awkwardly. I took that as permission.
I looked at Ethan.
“Living with him is like living with a chair. It is always there, it never betrays you, but it does not warm the room either.”
Marcy burst out laughing loudly. Ethan’s hands tightened around the glass. Under his left thumb, an old white scar was visible—the scar that had remained after a broken cup in the kitchen. At that moment I should have stopped.
But the quiet husband, the silent hall, and my light laughter seemed to me like one large scene.
“Therefore,” I said, “let’s make this official. Does anyone want one quiet, domestic husband? He goes shopping, pays the bills, and almost never has an opinion of his own.”
The hall suddenly fell silent, as if it had been emptied.
“Starting price?” I asked.
Serena slowly stood up. The wooden leg of her chair scraped sharply against the floor. She opened her bag, took out ten bills, and placed them one by one on the black tablecloth.
“A thousand dollars,” she said.
Marcy’s laughter caught in her throat. Tessa gripped the glass so tightly that white lines appeared on its surface.
And I laughed, because I still believed that I was controlling everything.
“Serena, it was only a joke.”
“No, Elene,” she replied. “You put a price on him. I simply paid for the first time.”
Ethan slowly stood up. His face was calm, too calm. Then he took his wallet from his pocket and placed more money on the table.
“Another two thousand,” he said.
Something caught in my throat.
“For what?”
“For freedom. On one condition.”
“What condition?”
Ethan did not take his eyes off me. Then he put his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket and took out a thin brown folder. Its edge touched the candle on the table. My hands went cold when Serena leaned toward the folder and opened the clasp…
Serena put her hand into the folder and took out a small device. Its red light began blinking in the darkness like a cold point.
“What is that?” I asked.
“What you have been saying for months,” Ethan replied.
Marcy stood up.
“I’m leaving.”
“Sit down,” Ethan told her. “You have to listen too.”
Tessa’s eyes filled with tears.
“Ethan, maybe this isn’t necessary…”
“It was necessary when Elene mocked me for the first time. Now it is already too late.”
Serena pressed the button with her finger. At first only my voice was heard—cheerful, loud, self-assured.
“If anyone wants a husband like this, I’ll gladly give him away. Only don’t return him to me.”
I felt cold in my stomach. I could no longer recognize that recording, although the voice was mine.
“This is illegal!” I shouted.
“No,” Ethan said. “It was recorded in the kitchen of our house. You yourself knew that there was a camera there.”
“You deceived me for months?”
“No. I stopped deceiving myself.”
Other phrases of mine came from the device. Each one was worse than the previous one. Even the candle flame in the room no longer moved.
Ethan held out a sheet of paper to me.
“Sign it, and this evening will end here.”
Only one sentence was written on the paper: “I waive any claim arising from this marriage.”
“What if I don’t sign?” I whispered.
For the first time Serena looked at Ethan with concern. Ethan picked up his phone. An unknown number was flashing on the screen.
He answered.
“Yes?”
A voice sounded on the other end, and Ethan’s face immediately changed.
“No,” he said quietly. “Don’t do this now.”
Then he looked toward me.
“Elene, one more thing is registered in your name…”
Ethan slowly lowered the phone. Everyone in the room was looking at his face. I, meanwhile, could see only the brown edge of the folder, where a small drop of candle wax had hardened.
“What is in my name?” I asked.
“The house,” he replied.
The word fell onto the table as if it were a heavy stone.
“Our house belongs to both of us.”
“That is what I thought too,” Ethan said. “Until a lawyer called me six months ago.”
Serena turned over the papers. The first was a property extract, the second was bank transfers, and the third was a loan application drawn up with my signature. My name was written on every sheet, but I had never seen them.
“This is impossible.”
“No, Elene, the only impossible thing was that I would not find out for much longer,” Ethan told me.
“You deceived me!”
“I was checking what was happening in our life. I accidentally saw the file sent to your friend Marcy. There was a forged copy of my signature and a loan agreement in it. You took money in my name.”
Marcy grabbed the chair.
“Elene, I only sent you the form. You told me Ethan would forgive everything anyway.”
“Shut up!”
“No,” Tessa said. “For once, listen.”
Ethan turned on the device again. This time my voice was lower and tired.
“If the house is in his name, he still won’t understand anything. He signs everything I tell him to, after all.”
I sat down on the chair. My knees no longer obeyed me. I remembered that evening. Marcy brought me the documents and told me that it was just a tax form. I signed, checked my phone, and laughed at Ethan’s habit—his reading everything.
“Where did you find this recording?” I asked.
“In our house, under the stairs,” Ethan said. “I installed a camera there after the bank told me that my signature was suspicious.”
Serena took the money back and placed it in front of me.
“I did not pay this to humiliate you,” she said. “I wanted you to feel, for the first time, the value of the person you humiliated every day.”
“Are you with him?” I asked.
Serena shook her head.
“No. I am simply his lawyer.”
These words hurt me more than possible betrayal. Serena was not trying to take my husband away. She was trying to protect Ethan from me.
Ethan signed the document placed in the folder.
“Tomorrow morning we are going to the bank. Then to the police.”
“To the police?” My voice broke.
“A forged signature, a loan, and stolen money are crimes.”
Marcy quickly picked up her bag.
“I knew nothing, I swear.”
“Tell that to the investigator now,” Serena replied.
At that moment Ethan’s phone rang again. He answered and listened for several seconds.
“Who is it?” I asked.
Ethan looked at me first, then at Serena.
“The bank’s security service. They discovered another transfer.”
“How much?” Tessa asked quietly.
Ethan put the phone on the table.
“The entire amount is no longer in our joint account.”
Everything spun before my eyes. I thought I had already heard the worst. But I saw on Ethan’s face that the money had not disappeared somewhere. It had been given to someone.
And that person was supposed to call that very night…
ეთანმა მორიგი ზარი მიიღო და ყველაფერი შეიცვალა…
მეგონა, ყველაზე მძიმე უკვე მოვისმინე. მაგრამ ნამდვილი ფასი მაშინ გამოჩნდა, როცა არჩევანის გაკეთება მომიწია.
„მაშინ მშვიდობას გისურვებ.“
ტელეფონი ნელა დავდე.
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