David felt Marta’s fingers trembling on his wrist, but he could no longer remain in the dark. In her eyes, there was no panic — there was a warning. She knew more than she was saying.

—It’s only a matter of time, — Michael repeated, leaning closer to Sofia. — Once he signs the documents, everything will become easier.

Sofia smiled — softly, almost tenderly.

—He will sign. He trusts me more than he trusts himself.

Those words struck harder than any betrayal. It wasn’t the infidelity that hurt him — it was the cold, calculated calm with which she spoke about him as if he were a stranger.

David slowly opened the closet door.

The creak was louder than he had expected.

Sofia flinched first. The glass in her hand trembled. Michael stood up abruptly, but within a second tried to smile — that same smile he always used to smooth things over.

—David… you’re back early.

But David looked only at Sofia.

—You told the truth, — he said calmly. — I truly trusted you. Until this moment.

A silence fell over the room, in which the crackling of the fire sounded almost like a verdict.

He took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

—The recording has been running since the moment I entered the house.

Michael’s face turned pale. Sofia tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.

For the first time in a long time, David felt a strange sense of relief. Everything had fallen apart — but now everything was clear.

He turned to Marta.

—Thank you for not letting me believe the lie for one more day.

And without looking back, he walked out of the house that was no longer his home.