A sharp knock echoed through the silence. I curled up on the sofa, indifferent to who might be on the other side. Was it him? Or had someone simply walked into the wrong apartment? I could hear the unmistakable sound of the fingerprint lock being disengaged, sending a shiver down my spine.
A tall figure stepped inside and sat down across from me. I didn’t need to guess; I knew it was Dave.
He looked at me and said, "You’re being very sensible. I’ve transferred the villa in the east of the city into your name as compensation for all this."
"As long as you want, I can pretend nothing happened," he said, knowing just how to provoke me. When I didn’t respond, he added, "After everything that’s happened, who else would dare to want you except me?"
I sat up from the sofa and quietly walked over to him. The crisp sound of a slap broke the silence of the night. He smirked, touching the spot where I hit him, as if he enjoyed it.
"You’re shameless," I spat.
He grabbed my wrist and smiled, "You’ve known that for a while."
I shouted, "Get out!"
He picked up his suit jacket and placed a card on the table. "There’s five million on the card. You can use it however you want."
Maybe my emotions had been too erratic in the past few days, but suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, followed by a warm trickle running down my legs. Just before I lost consciousness, I dialed the emergency number. At least this way, Dave and I would be completely severed.
