He spoke as if he were discussing the purchase of land.<\/p>\n
The girl remained silent. She looked at his face, noted his self-confidence, and suddenly felt sorry for him. Forty years old. Rich. And still alone. He repeated that the doctors had given him a year to live at most.<\/p>\n
The girl agreed. Not for the money, she told herself. He\u2019ll die in a year anyway. Her father will be released, and her mother will receive the necessary treatment. What did she have to lose?<\/p>\n
The marriage was quick and discreet.<\/p>\n
But on the wedding night, something happened to the girl that left her completely distraught, and the next morning she ran away from home.<\/p>\n
When her husband fell asleep, the girl couldn\u2019t sleep. The house seemed strange and cold to her. She got up to walk down the hall and, without meaning to, saw a light in the study. The door was ajar.<\/p>\n
The documents were on the desk.<\/p>\n
She hadn\u2019t intended to read someone else\u2019s papers. But her gaze lingered on familiar words: the date, signature, and clinic stamp.<\/p>\n
He approached slowly.<\/p>\n
He was a well-informed doctor. For several months. Black on white: satisfactory health. Favorable prognosis. Not a word about an incurable disease.<\/p>\n
I found another document: a contract with a lawyer. If she has a child, all the children will pass to him. If she doesn\u2019t marry, the marriage will be annulled within a year, leaving her with nothing.<\/p>\n
As it turned out, a wealthy relative of hers had died, leaving him all his assets, but with one condition: he had to become a father within a year.<\/p>\n
They used her, lied to her, exploited her compassion, and then threw her out into the street like an unwanted object.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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